"I have two rooms in my house that you can borrow to stay."
The old man looked at Zhao Minghua, who seemed decent enough not to be a bad person, and then noticing the herbs in the basket, he asked, "Are you doctors?"
"Yes."
When traveling, one's identity is self-assigned.
Zhao Minghua knew that ordinary folks still respected doctors.
"That's perfect. My wife's foot is hurting, can you take a look at it?"
"Certainly."
"Alright, alright, come with me."
The old man's house was at the end of the town, consisting of five rooms and a small courtyard, with a woodshed behind the house where they could tie the horses.
"Old man, do you have horse feed?"
"No."
"Is there a grain store in town?"
Without evening feed, horses won't be strong, especially since these three horses have to travel such long distances.
Especially Chun Nuan's horse, which was still in recovery and couldn't skip night feed.
"There's one place, but they've run out of rice, and other grains are expensive."
