C55 The past of the Foot Mountain

The naive expression on Xiaowu's face vanished, replaced by a faint smile. Rising to his feet, he chuckled and said, "So, Village Leader Wang, I'm curious, why have you stopped working as porters? Your village seems to be struggling so much that you're barely getting by. Are you planning to offer me tree bark for dinner?"

Xiaowu's barrage of questions struck Wang Dawei like a rapid-fire volley