Bolati sighed too.
"Every year, they say people die up here in the mountains. Some drink themselves to death, some get eaten by wolves like that fellow today, and some fall, get hurt, and bleed to death because nobody comes to help..."
This was Li Long's first time seeing something like this-or rather, experiencing part of it himself. It really did leave him with mixed feelings.
"All right, I'm off. I just came to tell you about it. Tell that Sun fellow to be careful. There are bad people in the mountains."
With that, Bolati rode away.
Only after he left did Sun Jiaqiang come over and ask worriedly:
"Brother Long, are we still going to sell these knives? Selling knives to other people feels a bit dangerous..."
"Yes." Li Long waved a hand. "There shouldn't be more than ten days left in the fritillaria season, right? Once it's over, you can leave the mountains too."
"But those mushrooms..." Sun Jiaqiang actually wasn't quite ready to leave. He still wanted to earn a little more.
Staying at the Wooden Cabin was comfortable, but it didn't bring in that much money.
"Oh, right..." Li Long slapped his forehead. "I completely forgot. Stay here. I'll go look in the woods now. There are quite a few morels this year."
Sun Jiaqiang immediately wanted to go with him.
"Then lock the door," Li Long said. "I can show you where morels are easier to find while we're at it."
There were plenty of them in the mountains, but Li Long had no time to look for them himself. Once he finished collecting fritillaria and weaving Taibazi over the next couple of days, he would, at most, gather some to take home for Dad, his mother, and Gu Xiaoxia to nourish themselves.
As for