"It's alright, please help me lead the goat down the hill," the old man said while getting down from the motorbike. His body swayed and he had to hold on to the wall for support.
"Don't go into the house. Quick, let me take you to the hospital!" the young man swiftly said, having recalled Wang Yao's words earlier.
"I'll just go home and sit down. There's no need to go to the hospital!" the old man exclaimed.
His son allowed no explanation and dragged the old man back up onto the motorbike and drove straight to the hospital.
"Quietly stay here and graze on the grass, don't wander anywhere else," Wang Yao sat by the road and muttered to the three goats.
Before long, a middle-aged woman hurried up the hill towards his direction.
"Hello Ma'am."
"Hey, Yao, sorry to trouble you," the woman said.
"It's alright. Where did that older gentleman go?" Wang Yao asked.
"His son took him to the hospital."
"Yes, better to do a check-up to get a peace of mind."
"You are right."
They chatted for a bit and the woman brought the goats down the hill.
Wang Yao headed up the hill, stood at the herbal field and looked into the distance, pondering.
For some unknown reason, the goat had managed to barge past the barrier and into the herbal field. If not for San Xian, the herbs would have been destroyed. There was no telling when something like this would happen again.
"I have to find a way to resolve this."
Nanshan hill originally had no road, especially in the area where Wang Yao was at. Some areas had narrow winding trails as they were frequently trodden upon. People who brought their goats to graze or passers-by would sometimes use these trails. These trails were not too far off from Wang Yao's herbal field; the only obstacle between them was the woods and the newly planted trees.
By right, in this area, the presence of people was few and far between. In the initial two years that Wang Yao had been on the hill, during the busier farming season, there were occasional villagers who would come to this place to ask for some water to quench their thirst.
"At most, I should seal these paths."
Having come up the hill, Wang Yao walked around and had a broad idea of a plan. A barrier needed to be set up, but it should not be rushed. A compromise could be considered. Some things could be set up first. After some time, if they prove to be a hindrance, they could be shifted away.
Wang Yao walked around some more and chose a few locations, using rocks as markers. By that time, it had gotten dark outside.
He went home and noticed his mother looking at him strangely.
"Just now, Chunrong came and brought some stuff as a token of his gratitude. What's going on?"
"Chunrong?" Wang Yao was taken by surprise. He immediately realized who it was.
It was the young man from earlier in the day, the son of the old man who was unwell up at the hill.
"Thank me?"
"Yes, he said that fortunately it was discovered in time, otherwise it would have been disastrous."
"Oh, this afternoon, his father was on the hill with his goats. I was at the herbal field nearby and noticed that he looked like he was unwell. So I took his pulse and diagnosed that his body did indeed have problems and I asked him to call his family. Was he sent to the hospital?"
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