Zhang Beixing spoke. His appetite was extraordinary; what an ordinary person ate in a day was merely a single meal for him. Therefore, the ten days' worth of food he mentioned was basically equivalent to a normal person's monthly supply.
Such a large quantity of supplies could indeed be transported up the mountain by him alone, but it was too much trouble. So, he recalled the small pickup truck Zheng Jituo had driven when he came to pick him up earlier.
"My uncle's pickup is at home. How about I drive it over now? Once you have your goods, we can go straight up the mountain. I'd also like to see what kind of environment you live in," Zheng Jituo offered.
"Sure, go get it now then. I'll get started on the shopping," Zhang Beixing agreed.
After speaking, the two split up. Zheng Jituo went to get the pickup from his uncle. Zhang Beixing, on the other hand, strolled around the marketplace with his hands clasped behind his back, like an old man.
