Zhang Xiaohua shook his head and began his arduous uphill climb.
When he returned to the Grass Pavilion, Zhang Xiaohua was covered in sweat, but his body felt extraordinarily comfortable. Life depends on movement, as the ancients did not deceive him.
With the remaining time equally boring, Zhang Xiaohua took the fishing rod left by Xiao Meng, intending to go fishing. However, he couldn't find suitable bait near the Grass Pavilion, so he had no choice but to throw the fishing line into the river like Xiao Meng, watching the rushing river water and praying for fish to bite.
Presumably, Zhang Xiaohua's heart was insincere, and his prayer was not heard by the heavens. Not only did no fish arrive, but he also didn't catch anything. However, this boring time was spent aimlessly by Zhang Xiaohua.
