Bai Chi was digging bamboo shoots with everyone. She was a little girl of seven or eight years old. She was helping her parents pick up the bamboo shoots they had dug and put them into a backpack.

He just happened to come to Bai Chi and suddenly reached out and touched Bai Chi's hair.

"Brother Xiaochi, your white hair is so beautiful, much better looking than my grandma's white hair."

The woman who was talking to Bai Chi about how to dry bamboo shoots so that they would not turn black and taste better quickly pulled the little girl to her side.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Brother Xiao Chi is still young, so of course his hair looks good."

Then he looked at Bai Chi somewhat embarrassedly.

"Children can't speak, Xiao Chi, don't be angry."

Bai Chi shook his head. "Children's words are innocent. It's okay. By the way, Sister Chunhua, what did you say about drying the bamboo shoots after they're cooked?"

Seeing that Bai Chi was not angry, Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself, saying that she had heard people in Qinghe Village talk about a white-haired monster in the village all day long.

I had never seen it before, and I thought it was a monster with a bloody mouth that would eat people. But it turns out that it has a very good personality. The people in Qinghe Village are making a fuss out of nothing.

At the same time, he took a peek at Bai Chi's white hair with some envy, and then continued to tell Bai Chi about his experience in drying bamboo shoots.

Bai Chi's white hair really attracts attention wherever he goes.

Unlike the dry and rough hair before, after growing it for more than half a year, Bai Chi's white hair is not only smooth and beautiful, but also combed neatly every day.

Rather than being a white-haired monster, he is more like an elf that has descended to earth, which adds a bit of otherworldly temperament to his already handsome appearance.

Although he was also digging bamboo shoots with a hoe, Bai Chi's movements were light and graceful. It didn't seem like he was digging bamboo shoots, but rather like he was leisurely tending to his own back garden.

In comparison, Hu Yunxiao on the side looked much more rough.

He was used to wearing coarse cloth shorts, and even in the cool spring, it was still just a thin layer. However, he didn't feel cold, he just felt that he could work efficiently.

He didn't even need a hoe, he just started working. Even though only the tip of the bamboo shoot was exposed, he just casually pulled away a few bamboo leaves on it and then broke it apart with force.

He controlled the strength very well and almost never broke the bamboo shoots. He threw the bamboo shoots back and they landed in the backpack beside him.

The men who worked with him were all full of admiration for him and said that Hu Yunxiao alone could do as much as two or three others.

No wonder Lin Baichi was raised so well by him.

Some people have seen Lin Baichi in the past. Occasionally, they met him in the town. He was also hunched over, and exuded an air of caution. His white hair was not as beautiful as it is now, but dull.

Hu Yunxiao worked even harder after hearing the compliments from other men. He was showing off blatantly and wished for more compliments.

Bai Chi felt helpless when he saw this.

Hu Yunxiao likes people praising him the most for his ability and for raising Bai Chi well.

Whenever someone said this, he would look extremely proud. Even Mr. Lin had made fun of Bai Chi several times.

After a long time, I just let him go. After all, this is Hu Yunxiao's only hobby.

While they were busy, Zhang Qiang and Lin Xiucai also arrived. Zhang Qiang and Hu Yunxiao were working like they were competing with each other, each working harder than the other.

After chatting and laughing for an entire afternoon, it was already dark when they returned home carrying the cleaned bamboo shoots. When they returned to Qinghe Village, it felt like the atmosphere of the entire village seemed different.

Their house is at the end of the village. When going down the mountain, you can see most of Qinghe Village.

At this time, everyone was packing up to go home, and smoke was rising from every household.

From here we can see more clearly that the people whose fields are at the end of the village deliberately take a detour when returning home, and would rather walk a little further to avoid their yards.

Seeing Bai Chi staring at the foot of the mountain, Hu Yunxiao also looked over and understood it at a glance.

She held Bai Chi's hand and comforted him with a smile.

"Achi, don't worry about them. If you're unhappy, why don't we move to Taohua Village? How about that? Don't you like the people in Taohua Village very much?"