The horse caravan made its way up the mountain, the sound of their bells echoing among the clouds and fog.
After several days of rain, just as the weather cleared, Zhou Li contacted the horse caravan at the foot of the mountain to transport building materials up.
There was only a narrow path leading to the village. Little Zheng had told him that when she was a child, her family had hired a horse caravan from the mountain to carry up building materials. Zhou Li had doubted that the horse caravans she remembered from her childhood still existed, suspecting they had vanished at least several years prior. However, after asking around at the base of the mountain, he actually found one.
The horse caravan was expensive and inefficient, but there was no other way.
