Hearing this, Lin Qiaoxin thought it was bad news. It seemed there would be no donkey cart to take people back to the village today. If she had known earlier, she could have made it back, but now it was too late, and she feared she would have to spend the night at the rundown temple.
On such a cold day, spending the night in a shabby temple might freeze a person stiff, so Lin Qiao decided to be generous for once and spend a dozen or so cents to stay in town for a night. "Uncle, we'll head back early tomorrow, let's stay in town for the night."
"What about Grandpa and Grandma?" Song Tingfan asked worriedly.
Lin Qiao chuckled, "Grandpa Zhou's donkey cart broke down, Grandpa and Grandma will figure it out."
Hearing this, Song Tingfan thought for a moment and then nodded.
There were only two inns in the town, one slightly cheaper and the other relatively more expensive.
