The two could only helplessly drape a cloth over the horse's back. It looked a bit ugly, but at least the horse was less conspicuous.
That afternoon, they stopped at a small town for a meal.
They didn't bother with formalities outside, and all gathered around a table to eat.
They sat at a table by the street, with their horses tied at the entrance, occasionally glancing at their horses.
As they were eating, a shirtless beggar, wearing only a pair of ragged pants, crawled along the street.
The beggar quickly spotted You Er's table and shouted inside, "Young masters, have mercy, give me something."
It was already November, and the cold wind was biting. You Er looked at the man, seeing that in such cold weather he was still shirtless, without even a warm garment, instantly feeling incredibly sorry for him, his compassion surging. He quickly rummaged in his pouch and pulled out a silver ingot worth ten taels, tossing it accurately into the beggar's wooden bowl with a "thud."
