The cameraman who followed was called Zhang Pan. He carried the camera to Wu Ju and reached out to help him. "Master Lu, are you alright?"
Wu Ju grabbed a small tree at the side and got up. His tattered clothes were a little wet and there were traces of mud in many places. He waved his hand gently. "It's fine, it's fine. I come often and sometimes I slip. It's fine."
As he spoke, Wu Ju patted his body, picked up the basket, and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Pan followed him and was a little puzzled. "Master Lu, there are many mosquitoes in this mountain forest. It's very easy to fall. You're already 50 years old. Miss Lu often sends money to you. Why are you working so hard?"
Wu Ju said with a smile, "I'm used to it. This season is when I eat fungi. In the past, Qiuran liked to eat fungi, and good fungi are available during this season."
