Shen Lan went forward to talk to the old man, with an icy-looking Cheng Yanqing following her. In his hand was a phone, but there was no signal.
They were now completely lost. Cheng Yanqing knew Shen Lan was worried about her mother.
The priority was to quickly find a way to make contact with the outside world.
"Sir, this is the mountain, isn't it? We are strangers here. May I ask your name and where are we?"
The old man, who was leading the ox cart, listened to her polite words with an embarrassed smile on his face, rubbing his raw, rough hands.
"Miss, you two have really stumbled upon our village. Few people here ever leave the mountains. We are a well-known poor village in the region. Why have you strayed here? My family name is Song, but I wasn't given a fancy full name. The villagers call me Old Seven Song."
The old man spoke with a local accent. From his plain introduction, Shen Lan and Cheng Yanqing understood the situation of the village.
