They liked Old Li.
Not only because Old Li saved them, but also because Old Li taught them martial arts and hunting without reservation...
Yet, they didn't know why he didn't want to settle down and was always searching for something.
Maybe for family?
This is what everyone thought.
"Old Li, Heizi got bird poop on his face!" a girl teased loudly.
The boy with bird poop on his forehead cried out "Ah, ah," and then scraped off the black, wet, and stinky stuff amidst the laughter of the crowd, tossing it onto the gradually receding Yellow Mud Dao.
Another youngster nearby said, "Younger Brother Hei, you're really lucky. Something good must be happening today."
Someone else shouted, "Old Li, where are we going?"
A voice chimed in, "Who cares where Old Li goes, wherever he goes, we'll go too."
The children talked noisily, chattering back and forth.
"We've all grown up, we can't always let Old Li do everything, it's our turn now."
