After turning several corners, the path became increasingly rugged, yet Yang Ge's footsteps grew lighter. The heavy tricycle felt as light and nimble in his hands as a wisp of incense.,The old man kept circling him, opening his mouth several times but failing to speak until Yang Ge was almost done arranging the firewood. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he grabbed Yang Ge's hand and said, "Wait a moment, don't rush, I have something to show you!",Yang Ge couldn't help but laugh when he saw this: "Let's be clear first, if it's some kind of heirloom or treasure, I don't want it!"。