Lü Dafeng gave Li Long three six-kilogram jars of Wildflower Honey and flatly refused to take his money. Li Long did not insist. At current prices, those three jars cost no more than ten yuan, so he let it go. The meat and other things he had brought were worth more than that anyway, not to mention the debt for saving a life.
An old saying went that favors given should be forgotten, but favors received should never be forgotten. Still, Li Long hoped to give Lü Dafeng a chance to repay this favor, so they would find it easier to deal with each other in the future.
Otherwise, given Lü Dafeng's temperament, he would probably remember it for a long time and feel uncomfortable.
"Are these flowers almost out of season?" Li Long asked, looking at the few red flowers left.
"Yes, there aren't many red flowers left, but there are still plenty of other flowers in the mountains," Lü Dafeng said. "They'll last through August. Then I'll move somewhere else."
Li Long carried the honey away and returned to the Wooden Cabin.
That evening, he made himself a cup of honey water. It really was sweet. At this time, fake honey was practically unheard of.
Thinking of all the fake honey and royal jelly in later years, Li Long felt he had always been pretty lucky, at least. He had eaten honey from when it cost just over a yuan per kilogram to when it cost dozens or over a hundred yuan per kilogram, without ever getting fake honey.
Over the next few days, Li Long left early and returned late, widening his search for Black Tiger's Paw Mushrooms and bringing in quite a good haul. In a gully to the east, he also found two Siberian Ibex