Summary
I picked up three men. One was a monster, one was a Demon Lord, and one was an immortal. All three of them were badly injured, lying at the foot, halfway up, and at the top of the same mountain, respectively. I had driven my ox cart up the mountain to chop firewood. Starting from the foot of the mountain, I picked them up one by one, all the way to the summit, until the cart was full. All right, time to go home.