The weather was still hot, and there might be snakes along both sides of the road. He was not afraid himself; snakes could not bite him.
However, Zhao Xingli and the others did not seem accustomed to the wilderness, so they still had to watch out for snakes and insects.
Zhao Xingli and the others were all intellectuals and had been professors for many years. They were highly educated. As they walked, they recited poetry, talking from pastoral verse to the hermit tradition, then to politics throughout the ages.
Listening from the side, Lu Ao felt he had learned quite a bit.
The group kept walking. Lu Ao could normally reach the goose shed in just over thirty minutes by himself, but with several professors in tow, he did not dare walk too fast. They had walked for nearly fifty minutes and still had not reached their destination.
In such hot weather, with the professors dressed in dress pants and shirts, even if they cared greatly about appearances, they could no longer bear it.
They were drenched in sweat, hot and thirsty. Looking at the sky and then at Lu Ao, their faces were full of misery.
Zhao Xingli could not help asking Lu Ao, "How much longer do we have to walk?"
Lu Ao looked up and reassured them, "About ten more minutes."
Panting, Zhao Xingli said, "Why did you raise the geese in such a remote place? Isn't it a hassle to come all this way to feed them every day?"
"It's all right. It only takes me a little over thirty minutes each day." Lu Ao said, "I didn't choose this place. That flock of geese did."
"Now that's interesting. Why would they choose such a remote spot?"
"Maybe because they were about to lay eggs and