There were more of them now.
Since May began, the weather had gradually warmed, and considerably more people came to the Purchasing Station to sell fritillaria and dried wild mushrooms. Dad, Li Qingxia, Sun Jiaqiang, and Liang Shuangcheng were busy every day.
Fritillaria and dried wild mushrooms covered the back courtyard of the Purchasing Station, drying in the sun. Their smells mingled together, and Li Long found the scent rather pleasant.
Harimu and the others had already moved to the Summer Pasture. Li Long had visited them again before they left, and what surprised him was that the dozen or so pastoralist households had bought another seven tractors.
Like Harimu, they first hauled their yurts to the Summer Pasture and set them up, then drove their cattle and sheep into the mountains together. Following the repaired mountain road, they could reach the pasture in three or four days. The faster ones could arrive even sooner.
Only having to drive the sheep saved them a great deal of trouble. They needed to carry only a few days' supplies on horseback, without too much baggage, and did not have to unload the horses when they rested at night. It was much easier.
This road was still very important to them. As Harimu put it, although they had later been assigned to different production teams, they had originally belonged to one tribe. With this mountain road to share as well, they would remain connected.
After Harimu and the others went up into the mountains, Li Long visited Bolati and mentioned the fawn. Bolati readily agreed, then told Li Long he intended to keep buying fritillaria at Li Long's Small Wooden Cabin and wanted Li Long to bring him supplies from time to time.
He had probably made money last year and wanted to