Strictly speaking, the location of the police dog nursing home was considered a small hill, not a mountain. There was no water source uphill, the roads were difficult to travel across, and there wasn't much land to develop.
Fu Tao pushed the wheelbarrow through the forest, making turns here and there before reaching an empty lot of land.
It was very quiet. The land was surrounded with small trees, the biggest one was no bigger than an adult male's forearm, while the smallest tree was the size of an adult male's wrist. They were much more delicate than the trees deeper in the for.
There was a wooden plate nailed to all of the little trees, and in front of every tree was a tiny mound.
Fu Tao stopped, having found an appropriate place, and pulled the plastic sheet off the wheelbarrow before he silently picked up the shovel to start digging.