Bolati only woke when the sun was about to set. Li Long suspected the cold had woken him.
Up in these mountains, it grew very chilly wherever the sunlight did not reach, especially after the afternoon.
Li Long had actually finished packing up. All the fritillaria he had bartered for today was already in the vehicle. After Mo Linsheng left, two more people had come to exchange fritillaria for supplies.
Li Long was fairly casual about these exchanges. A little more or a little less really did not matter.
So when the last person came, he bundled up some of the remaining supplies and gave them away.
He had taken in nearly three hundred kilograms of half-dried fritillaria today. Li Long wondered whether Chen Hongjun's Purchasing Station could collect that much in a day.
All in all, it had been quite profitable.
"Is it this late already?" Bolati sat up, rubbed his eyes, looked around, and asked.
Li Long did not answer. His horse, however, snorted at the sight of him moving, which counted as a reply.
"Li Long, I should have collected fritillaria from a few more people this afternoon and brought it over to you, but that drinking session felt so good, really good! Don't worry, I'll definitely collect more fritillaria tomorrow and bring it to you, free of charge! That's settled, then..."
After saying this, Bolati ran to the Spring Eye, dropped to one knee beside the water, lowered his head to it, and gulped down several mouthfuls.
Li Long had wanted him to drink some hot tea, but had not had time to say so.
After drinking, Bolati wiped his face, waved to Li Long and Mingming and Haohao, and went over to untie his horse's reins. He swung into the saddle and raised his whip,