"Your father is really blessed to have a daughter like you." Yang Dayong sighed with a smile, "Since you can afford an ox-cart, it's good to buy one. It will definitely be more convenient." "Come on, I'll take you there now."
So the group went to the cattle market again, spending ten taels of silver to buy a strong middle-aged ox, and a matching ox-cart. The seller needed money urgently because someone in his family was sick, so he brought the ox and cart to sell. Yang Chuxia felt that the asking price was a bit high, but not too much, so she bought them.
"Brother An, can you drive this ox-cart?" Yang Dayong wanted to drive his own ox-cart, and there was no one to drive the newly bought one. Yang Chuxia originally planned to drive it herself, but Yang Dayong asked Ye Zi'an first.
"Uncle Dayong, I can drive it." Ye Zi'an took the whip and tried it out, then stepped to the front, "Xiaxia, get on."