Chapter 15 A special trip
n grabbed Sue’s hips and thrust into her as fast and as hard as he could. Her pussy started to gush
like a fountain and felt embarrassed as she would have to see him in ss again next Monday.
It was another pleasant dawn. Birds in the vige already got up for insects. The whole Vergina Vige
was pervasive with spring dews and the mountain was enveloped with heavy fog. The peach flowers
were so flourishing like Sue satisfiedst night.
n went out early and came to Barton at the neighboring vige. But of course n only wanted no
one but Amy to notice what he did. Amy had already known how to deal with her parents.
n took a small bamboo, borrowed some old-fashioned clothes from headmaster Thomas, and put
some cloth and fake beards in his pockets. He then trudged through the mountain.
But he should walk along the one and only road toward the top of the mountain and went to the
neighboring town or the towns outside. It was fraught with overgrown grass all along the way.
n groped ahead with the map roughly drew by Amy and kept asking directions all along.
Barton lived in the Pear Vige located to the east of the Vergina Vige. n had to climb over two
mountains after he reached the peak. He was exhausted when he suddenly found no roads ahead.
“Look at the badly scrawled map. What the fuck is it?”
Looking back, n couldn’t help swearing, for he couldn’t even see the road behind him. How could he
walk so long? He had to continue his way by judging the direction. The farther he walked, the weirder
he found. He waspletely lost.
What a gigantic mountain! It was not a joke to get lost in the mountain. n became a little worried, as
he would be in danger if the night fell and animals hung out. Tigers or lions might not appear, but a
were stimted.
“Where the hell is the Pear Vige? There is even no one in here.” n was parched and distressed.
As he felt awful, he intended to ask Amy for some benefits.
Suddenly he saw a vige woman in front of him.
“Madam, may I ask how can I get to the Pear Vige?” n ran over as he yelled desperately but
excitedly as if to see the dawn of hope. He found her extremely appealing though she lived in such a
remote vige.
The woman in simple clothes with a in face was aged a little more than 30. She was carrying a big
tree that weighed around 50kg.
Lacking convenient transportations, the vigers just made the things they wanted from wood or
bamboo instead, like beds, wooden tables and bamboo chairs. The viges were home to specialized
craftsmen.
As a result, it wasmon to witness people carrying trees from hilltop to the vige. It was exhausting
of course. Some would even carry trees to the town dozens of miles away through 5 mountains to sell
for a few more bucks. One single tree could be carried per day in exchange of 2 bucks. n heard of
these from his father, as his parents used to carry trees to raise him up.
“The Pear Vige? What a coincidence. I am now carrying it there for sale.” She stopped for a rest and
was quite enthusiastic. He saw Donna with the tree on her shoulder, holding a stick in hand as a
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support. That was why short guys were everywhere in the vige.
“Wonderful. I had never been there, and I was nearly lost. Thanks a lot.” n felt secure at once and
his mood became better. But he felt sorry for her who worked out so painfully but who looked so
charming yet in.
“Let me help you.” n knew he should be helpful so as to get something in return one day.
“Are you kidding me? Look at you. With white skin, you muste from the city. The tree weighs
100kg. Can you do it?” The woman said as he looked at n as a city dweller. It would be a miracle for
him to go through the mountain, not to mention carrying the tree.
“Let me give it a shot. If I can’t, I will give it back to you. I will carry it if you feel tired. We carry by turn
so you will be less tired. Anyway, we reach there as earlier as possible.”
She didn’t refuse, for her kids were waiting for her at home.
n indeed lifted the heavy tree up on his shoulder. Since he was a man, he couldn’t say no. He bit his
teeth and tried hard to carry it.
“Do you go there to travel or look for someone?” The woman started to chat as she saw n was so
kind.
“To find someone called Barton,” n answered.
“Barton?” She said happily, “What a coincidence! I sell the tree to his father Bard.”
n felt all his effort paid off. Interested in Barton’s story, he lied and asked the woman for everything
rted to him.
Bard was a one of the most wealthy craftsmen in the Pear Vige producing wooden and bamboo
chairs transported to the city for sale. What they made really appealed to the city dwellers who found
those products cheap no matter how high the prices were.
The woman had a long business rtionship with Bard, so they knew well each other. She told n
everything about them.
n was aware well that the more he knew, the easier he could deal with the problem he faced.
They arrived at the Pear Vige after they carried the tree by turn for 2 hours. Strangely, there was not
a pear tree in sight.
“Madam, you go sell your tree first, and I have something to deal with now.” n found an excuse and
dropped over Barton’s home for the fear that he would spill the beans.
The woman felt strange why he didn’t go in the vige. But she didn’t care that much, for she felt
thankful for his help along the way.
n felt hurt with his bleeding shoulders. He came to a deserted ce and took out the white cloth,
stringing it on that bamboo stick. He wore the clothes inside out, in a schr cap, took out the fake
beards and stuck it under his nose. As he thought that seemed to be nothing wrong, he walked into the
vige anew with the bamboo stick with a banner of Fortune-telling.