Li Long tossed a set of workwear onto Mo Linsheng's bedding, then went over to unload things into the Small Wooden Cabin.
Once Mo Linsheng saw that Li Long was out of sight, he hurried over to change.
The workwear was a little big, but he wasn't picky, and naturally wasn't in any position to be.
Killing the lone wolf that had attacked him that night had restored some of Mo Linsheng's lost confidence, but he had no intention of going into the woods to fish and dig fritillaria as he had before.
A lone wolf weighing thirty kilograms had nearly killed him. If there really were two well-prepared people-or even just one who ambushed him-he might end up like the corpse Bolati had seen, dead in some mountain ravine.
Thinking of all the money he had hidden in the mountains, Mo Linsheng felt he should heal up, leave, and enjoy life rather than take any more risks.
After changing, Mo Linsheng tidied his bedding, then fetched the big broom and swept away the ashes left by the fire.
The wound on his leg had scabbed over again, but he still dared not exert himself too much. It would be trouble if it started bleeding again.
After unloading everything, Li Long came over, looked Mo Linsheng over, and asked:
"What happened? You got hurt again, didn't you? On your leg? Looks like both legs are hurt, and now your walking actually looks more balanced? Hahahaha."
Mo Linsheng smiled wryly. It really was just as Li Long said: yesterday he had injured his right leg, and today his left. Now both legs were hurt and equally difficult to walk on. Although he walked slowly, he almost looked uninjured.
Naturally, Li Long wouldn't make an injured man work. When Mo Linsheng offered