Harimu and the others had already moved to the summer pasture deep in Heavenly Mountain.
When Li Long went into the mountains again, the winter camp was deserted, with only some uneaten fodder left behind.
Both doors of the winter camp were locked and blocked with branches as a simple protective measure.
Li Long looked around, then drove his GAZ vehicle to his wooden cabin.
As the focus of his work shifted, Li Long visited the cabin less and less, but his feelings for it had not changed.
The road to the cabin was covered in grass too. Or rather, there was no longer a road, only grass everywhere.
When Li Long reached the cabin, he found the counter overturned on the ground. One of the poles he had used to hang clothes and dried meat had also been pulled out and tossed aside.
The wire he had tied between the two poles was nowhere to be seen, and nearby were some things that looked like human feces.
Both doors of the cabin had been pried open and stood wide, and everything inside had been rummaged through and left in chaos.
The bedding was gone, along with the iron pot, bowls, and other things. The stove was still there, but it had been moved. The wooden kang was still intact.
One of the shelving units in the small room had been overturned, while the other had not been touched.
The wooden floorboards were covered in dust, with footprints, paw prints, and some animal droppings and urine stains on them.
Li Long had expected all this.
There was no order in the mountains. Although Bolati and the others came to patrol the forest from time to time, they mostly came to catch people digging up medicinal herbs illegally. This cabin was