"Going up the mountain, Uncle?" Jia Zizai greeted the man with a smile. He knew this man was Wang Yilong because he had met him at the clinic several times. Wang Yao had told him his story, so he knew that the old man had contracted a serious disease but was now close to being fully recovered.
"Ah, I just came down," the old man happily said.
He had gone up Dongshan Mountain to check on the herbal field. Winter had arrived, so he was quite worried about the herbs. Honestly, making money was of secondary importance. He felt that since Wang Yao had kindly provided his family a great way to make money, they had to work hard and not let him down. He did not have to worry, however, since the herbs in the field had not been affected at all. He also simply felt better after strolling up the mountain. It was better than always staying home.
"You're looking well," Jia Zizai said.
"Ah, yes, I'm feeling quite well," Wang Yilong said with a smile.