Early the next morning, after breakfast, Li Long drove Zheng Jun and the others into the mountains again.
This time, they wanted footage of what the original pastoral trails the herders used to enter the mountains looked like.
On a map, Ma County looked like a long, narrow strip running north to south, but that was only on the map.
In reality, from Hu County in the east to the boundary between Shi Ma River and Stone City in the west, it spanned at least several dozen kilometers.
Along the several dozen kilometers of the Heavenly Mountain range to the south, there were few major mountain entrances, but plenty of smaller ones.
Heading south into the mountains through those major entrances, one could find a pastoral trail at almost every one-the tribes grazing livestock in the mountains were by no means limited to Harimu's area.
Li Long had been here before, bringing people to cut grass. He vaguely remembered checking this area for the legendary treasure, too. The treasure Sheng Shicai was said to have buried back then still had not been dug up forty years later. Who knew whether the legend was true?
As soon as they entered the mountains and saw how narrow the pastoral trail was, with no way to drive in, Zheng Jun exclaimed:
"Hey, yesterday I still thought that road wasn't anything special. Now I see that building a wide road into the mountains in conditions like these was an enormous good deed!"
"I didn't think that much about it at the time. I just thought that if we got the road through, whenever people up in the mountains needed supplies, they wouldn't have to spend three to five days coming down to collect them. And if someone up there got sick, they wouldn't have