"I was just about to send the ox cart to Lizheng," Yang Dashan continued, "I realized you didn't stock up charcoal in your yard before you left. Yesterday, when I came with Li Miao to help clean up, I brought some charcoal for you. I put it in the small kitchen in the backyard. It's been freezing these days. If you stay in the house, you can make a charcoal fire to keep it warm."
"Thank you, Yang Dashan," Zhao Zhan said with a serious face. "Don't blame yourself too much for what happened to Chengfeng. I'll go to the mountains to look for him in the next two days."
"I'll go with you!"
The more magnanimous Zhao Zhan and Jiaojiao were, the more apologetic Yang Dashan felt.
In fact, he had followed Chengfeng's footprints to the mountain on the day he lost him. However, the wolf howled all night and the snow covered Chengfeng's footprints. He had no choice but to go down the mountain in defeat.
