Li Sanjiang: "Then don't push the cart, just sit on it."
Saying that, without waiting for Li Zhiyuan to react, Li Sanjiang picked up the young man and placed him on the front of the cart.
Xigou Village was neither far nor near, but the speed of pushing the cart was a bit slow. It took about an hour to reach the place.
The Old Pu's house was a small mud house, with a yard that hadn't even been paved with cement or gravel.
It wasn't that there was no money for repairs, it was just that no one had lived there for a long time and they were too lazy to fix it up.
At this time, the door to the mud house was wide open, and inside was an ice coffin connected by several long extension cords leading to the neighbor's house.
The house had long since lost power, and even paying couldn't restore it, so they had to borrow electricity from the neighbor to power the ice coffin.
