After breakfast, Song You had already gone to stand at the door, draping the saddlebag over the horse's back. He then turned around to bid farewell to the host and old Daoist priest behind him. “Thank you for your warm hospitality, sir. And thanks for informing me about the road ahead, old Mister. I must take my leave now.”0

“Don’t mention it! Thanks to you, sir, my child was saved. Our family is poor, and we don’t have much, with only a few wen to spare. It’s a small token of appreciation—please take it and buy yourself some water for the journey.” The host took out a small string of copper coins and handed them to Song You, following him with an embarrassed and reluctant look. “I hope you don’t think it’s too little, sir.”0

“You already treated me and old Mister to a meal. I was just passing through and happened to encounter you, so I did a small favor. How can I accept more money from you?” Song You naturally saw the reluctance on the host's face. At this moment, he was different from the Song You who had eaten heartily the day before. 0

He declined firmly and calmly, without explaining anything more. “Please take it back.”0

“Please accept it, sir.”0

“...”0

As Song You was refusing, the old Daoist priest’s voice came at just the right moment. “I must also thank you for your guida...0