Bai Erlang muttered something softly, and the two of them couldn't hear it clearly. They were about to ask him when they heard Zhou Hu say, "We used to come here to collect firewood."
Everyone looked over. It was the slope of Tiger Mountain, not far from Qili Village, and exactly where one would enter the mountains. The trees here were sparse, and the grass wasn't dense, so there was no need to clear a path to walk through.
But Zhou Erlang sighed, "Now it's not possible. The weeds and brambles have grown quite a bit and no one has cleared them. Just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, people used to come here to cut trees or collect firewood. Those brambles would be chopped down and left in the forest to dry for twenty to thirty days, and then when winter came, they could be dragged back home to be split and burned..."
