The next day, Li Qingxia and Li Long rode bicycles while Li Jianguo drove the horse-drawn cart toward the mountains.
The cart carried rice, flour, oil, some rendered fat, and other everyday necessities.
Of course, they also had the essential chopping knife, both of Li Long's guns, ropes, bedding, and other supplies.
It was not wheat harvest time yet. Although Li Xiangqian had given them a month, Li Long and the others aimed to finish the job within fifteen to twenty days if possible.
That meant cutting at least fifty or sixty poles a day.
Other people might have struggled. After all, the mountains were so vast that without finding the right place, they would never get those three thousand poles. But Li Long had followed Harimu and Jade Mountain River through all the gullies around Southern Mountain, so he knew which ones had plenty of poles.
In theory, cutting a pole took two or three minutes at most. With enough trees available, a person could cut fifteen or twenty poles an hour, and on a good day, a hundred.
Of course, that was only in theory. After accounting for walking, resting, and dragging them back, cutting fifty poles per person in a day under ideal conditions would already be impressive.
After all, the poles still needed trimming and shaping once they were cut.
So, as long as each of the four of them could cut fifty poles a day, they could finish the job in half a month.
The work at home was left to Liang Yuemei, and Du Chunfang had also made it clear that she would help with whatever she could. There was no major work in the fields right now; the main chore at home was feeding the pigs. Fortunately, Li Long had brought back so