“Er Ya, a few of us want to come up the mountain with you,” the village chief said firmly.
The village chief is already a grandfather this year. Over the years, he has worried so much about Nanshan Village that his hair has almost turned white. His son died on the mountain, yet he still dares to go up the mountain. Song Ning truly admires him.
"Are you sure you want to go up?"
"Yes, we want to go up with you. We've run out of food at home anyway, so we might as well go up and try our luck."
Since we're all going to die sooner or later anyway, what if we can find a way to survive?
Song Dahai and Liu Yuelan both looked at Song Ning, waiting for her to speak.
Song Ning hesitated for a moment, but then relented: "Okay, then I'll take you up there once, but let's make it clear first, you have to do whatever I say when we go up."
"Don't worry, you're the only one who's ever gone up the back mountain and come back safely over the years. We'll definitely listen to you."
Upon hearing this, Song Ning grabbed a basket and a hoe and led the others up the mountain without saying a word.
Song Ning led the way, followed by others who carried sickles as they walked uphill, cutting weeds along the way.
If today's trip goes smoothly, then everyone in the village will definitely have to come up here in the future, and it will be easier to travel by road.
As Song Ning climbed higher, he was too exhausted to go any further. He glanced at the people behind him and saw that they were all calm and composed, not even panting heavily.
She waved her hand and said, "I can't go on... I really can't walk anymore... I'll rest for a bit." Then she plopped down on the ground.
The people who came were all skilled at farm work; this slope was nothing to them, they had been to even steeper places.
"Then let's take a break," the village chief said.
It was only now that everyone realized that Song Ning was only a twelve-year-old child, unlike them who were adults.
"Er Ya, how much further up is it?"
"We haven't gone halfway yet, but the road up there is easier to walk than the road down there."
Some people rested, while others couldn't stay still and wanted to wander around the neighborhood.
Song Ning called out, "Everyone be careful, don't touch anything here."
In the deep mountains and forests, it's best not to touch anything you don't recognize; be careful.
There are many poisonous mushrooms here, as well as some unidentified things. If you eat them, you don't know if you'll die, but you'll definitely get a lot of skin damage.
Having rested enough, Song Ning stood up: "Alright, let's continue on our way."
No sooner had he finished speaking than someone shouted, "Dashan, what's wrong?"
Then they saw a man running towards them in a madman's manner, his eyes bloodshot, trying to grab them.
Song Ning sighed, knowing there were some stubborn people out there.
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