Late at night, at the foot of Golim Mountain.
Jeffrey Weaver was wrapped in a thick deerskin jacket, dragging his elderly father, Jordan walked out of the mountains.
Recently, the temperature in Golim Mountain has dropped very sharply, reaching minus 30 degrees at the lowest night.
Under normal circumstances, the two were unwilling to go out after being killed, but because of clear requirements, they had to go into the mountains to gather ginseng.
Only enough ginseng can be exchanged for food, medicine, kerosene and firewood for heating.
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