"No, let's go to where Grandmaster and the others are first."
"Okay."
They passed through the town, descended into the village, and the road narrowed.
Before long, they saw a funeral being held in the distance ahead.
"Uncle, you can stop here."
"We're almost there."
"I'm tired."
"Rest when we get there, you can also have a drink of water."
"I need to pee, I can't hold it anymore."
"Alright."
Uncle Qin stopped the car, Li Zhiyuan jumped off, found a secluded spot under a willow tree to relieve himself, and then squatted beside the ditch to wash his hands.
Qin Li originally thought that the boy would get back in the car after he finished, but the boy sat down on a smooth stone beside the ridge instead, pulling out a bottle of drink, several packs of biscuits, and two books from his chest.
Qin Li remembered that gourd-shaped bottle; it was what he'd bought for the boy following Li Sanjiang's instructions.
