Chapter 412: Old Uncle Keng (Part 1)_1
The next morning, Uncle Kuang drove his mule cart over just as he and Yang Ruxin had agreed: from now on, he would make trips to the town twice a month to transport goods, and he would be paid twenty copper coins for each round trip.
Uncle Kuang, of course, was willing. Previously, he earned money by doing odd hauling jobs, but since this place was close to the town, there were few who hired carts, and in the town itself, there were plenty of carts for hire, some even horse-drawn, so making money was not easy for him.
Now, with a steady income of forty copper coins a month, he had no problems getting by. The rest of the time, he could take on additional jobs. How much he made from those didn’t matter that much anymore.
Yang Ruxin had chosen him not just because Uncle Kuang was from the same village, but also because he was an honest man. Usually quiet, if someone in the village needed his help, he wouldn’t be stingy with his efforts. He had a reputation for being trustworthy.
After all, if she was going to hire a cart, why not hire his?
He was a pitiable man too. It was said that when his parents were alive, they arranged a marriage for him and he had a son. But one year, a flood took away his wife and son, leaving nothing behind. Because of that tragedy, he fell seriously ill. After recovering, he became even more reticent, sometimes not speaking for days.
More than a decade had passed since then; his parents had passed away, and he remained living alone.
When he saw Yang Ruxin coming out, Uncle Kuang gave her a smile and went to help load the jars onto the cart.
"Uncle Kuang, thank you for your hard work," Yang Ruxin said as she too jumped onto the cart.
Uncle Kuang shook his head, then spurred the mule on towards the edge of the village.