Once Harimu and the others stopped their tractors, Li Long called them over to eat. It was already past noon, heading into the afternoon, and they were bound to be hungry after the journey.
Harimu and Jade Mountain River did not stand on ceremony. They sat down, each tore off a piece of nang, and began eating. There was no milk tea, but with dried beef and fruit, the meal was quite pleasant.
"It was much faster this year," Talihaal said as he ate. "I never imagined we could reach the summer pasture in half a day. Driving the cattle and sheep here tomorrow will be slower, but it'll still be much faster than before. It's really hard to imagine."
Harimu and Jade Mountain River both looked at Li Long and smiled without saying much.
The favor was so great that words of gratitude would not come.
For young people like them, this might not be particularly significant, but for the elderly who had always lived in the pastoral areas, this road spared them so much hardship. They could travel from the winter camp to the summer pasture in very little time.
A settled life was far better for their health than the rigors of traveling.
Harimu's mother no longer intended to live in the pastoral area. She had grown used to looking after the children in the courtyard or doing odd jobs.
Staying in the courtyard was so comfortable-although a little lonely, she preferred the spacious, bright little courtyard to the cold, damp, crowded winter camp.
Occasionally, when she wanted to visit the pastoral area, she would take a tractor back and stay for a couple of days, but in the end she always returned to the courtyard.
Gu Xiaoxia took Mingming and Haohao, who had finished eating, to