Gu Taohua and Mrs. Hong got into the carriage.
The carriage clip-clopped towards Qinghe Bay.
In order to hurry, Old Mrs. Huang commanded the driver to take the path over the ridge.
Suddenly, the carriage stopped.
"Old Madam, the carriage wheel is stuck in the mud," the driver said after inspecting.
"Nonsense, there's no rain, where did the mud come from?" Old Mrs. Huang swore.
Gu Taohua held her forehead, this Old Mrs. Huang looked like a noblewoman, but spoke just like her mother, without restraint.
Gu Taohua's impression of Old Mrs. Huang improved even more.
The carriage driver looked aggrieved.
"Old Madam, the villagers have been watering the fields these days, there are quite a few muddy pits on this path," Gu Taohua explained to Old Mrs. Huang with a smile.
Old Mrs. Huang said, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get the wheel out."
The carriage driver strained for a long time but couldn't get it out.
"Let me do it," Gu Taohua said.
