Han Yu felt dizzy from listening to the farmer's arguments. Damn Earth Spirit, what on earth were you thinking, turning such a logical person into a farmer?
"Sir, who exactly are you?"
Han Yu held his head, feeling like his head was about to overflow with logic.
The farmer grinned, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth on his thin face.
"They all call me Yu Gong, so you can call me Zhi Sou."
Damn!
He really has a name, two even! To have a name in a place like this, could he be the key to breaking the impasse?
Before Han Yu could continue to ask questions, Yu Gong, no, Zhi Sou—damn, should he call him Yu Gong or Zhi Sou—
The old man was the first to ask.
"I've told you so much, so how about it, want to build a mountain together?"
Han Yu's face turned black; building a mountain my ass, I haven't even figured out how to dig yet.
He cautiously asked the old man, "Let me make a hypothetical situation, if I wanted to dig these two mountains, how would I do it?"
