After leaving Bolati's place, Li Long drove into the mountains again the next day, carrying two cases of canned food to Harimu's place.
Rain had just fallen along one stretch in the mountains, and the Land Cruiser moved rather slowly. Mud splattered all over its rear, leaving him unable to see anything through the center rearview mirror.
The mountain air was especially fresh after the rain. Besides, he was driving his own vehicle, so even if the mountain road was muddy, at most he had to work the accelerator a little harder. He felt no pressure at all.
He could also see some beautiful scenery. Light shone in from the east, while clouds and mist still lingered in the distant mountain valley to the south, not yet fully dispersed. It looked ethereal and lovely.
Then he saw someone walking into the mountains along the roadside, carrying a white Urea Sack and stumbling through the uneven footing. The man had already heard him and kept turning to look at Li Long, probably worried that the passing vehicle would splash mud onto him.
Li Long had good eyesight and could tell that the man walking along the roadside was in a very poor mood-after all, unlike him, the man couldn't sit in a vehicle without even getting his clothes or shoes wet.
Making a living in the mountains wasn't easy. They might haul dozens of kilograms of fritillaria out each trip, worth hundreds or even thousands of yuan, but those days spent in the mountains really weren't something just anyone could endure.
Li Long knew how these people felt, but he didn't pity them. If you wanted that money, you had to endure the hardship. He had gone through the same thing himself.
There happened to be a puddle where the vehicle