Jang Tae's boast that we could find a boat in Gaehyeon turned out to be true. It was nothing compared to the Radiant Star Pavilion's merchant ship we had taken before, but it was large enough to carry a big carriage. Of course, it wasn't free.
Four silver taels per person. The horse and carriage were five silver taels. Since we weren't just booking passage to Zhongqing but chartering a docked boat, the price was astonishingly high.
As I was debating whether we should take it, Gwang-hyo was the first to open his pouch, as if telling everyone not to complain.
“We’re lucky to even find a boat in this kind of winter.”
He didn't say it, but he seemed worried about Jeok Chu-yeong's condition and wanted to return to the Western Village as quickly as possible. The others were just as tired of traveling in a carriage all day for days on end.
Thanks to robbing the bandits on the way here, everyone's pockets were full, so they paid the fare without much trouble.
“Wow, it’s really moving! Mother, Uncle. Look at this.”
Ju-gyeong, who was on a boat for the first time in his life, had wide eyes. Though his cheeks were red from the biting river wind and his body shivered, he was too busy admiring the spectacular scenery unfolding on both sides.