Zhao Hai and the others entered the village. It wasn't a big village, but there was a small shop in the village. Although the village was beside the road, it wasn't an important traffic route, so one small shop was enough for them.
Zhao Hai and the others walked into the shop. There were two tables of customers in the shop, but they looked more like villagers. They had only ordered two side dishes and were drinking some wine.
Zhao Hai's group of 16 people sat at two tables. Zhao Hai casually asked the shopkeeper to serve some simple food and would drink ordinary tea from the coarse porcelain bowl on the table.
The botanist in his thirties who had spoken to Zhao Hai before also poured himself a bowl of tea. However, after taking a sip, he put the bowl down. Then, he looked at Zhao Hai and said, " "Sir, why don't we ride horses? What if I have to walk?"
