"Where am I supposed to carry these three saplings to?"
Huang Yuntao was carrying three small saplings, following behind Shen Siyuan. He had already walked a considerable distance, feeling a sore back and aching shoulders; it was becoming somewhat unbearable.
These past few days he had been following Shen Siyuan, and gradually the two of them became more familiar with each other.
Shen Siyuan wasn't some old geezer in his seventies or eighties. The two were of similar age, and actually had many topics they could talk about.
And from the day before yesterday, Shen Siyuan stopped taking the main roads and began to venture into the wild mountains and along countryside trails.
Huang Yuntao wanted to back out several times, but in the end, he clenched his teeth and continued to follow.
