After Chen Xian left, Chen Gui seemed to be deep in thought.

Chen Qingshan remarked, "Most people would just secretly hide the food they find. If it were me, I probably would have kept it to myself too."

Madam Qian was also surprised and suspicious. "Could it be that he deliberately used the information to claim credit?"

Chen Gui rolled his eyes at her. "What do you mean by taking credit? Did I give him a share of the benefits?"

Chen Qingshan seemed to have some difficulty understanding his classmate, feeling that the other person's behavior was completely different from before.

Chen Gui chuckled and said, "Alright, stop making wild guesses. I've seen monks on the street who look like ascetics, constantly chanting about enlightenment and repentance. Perhaps that's what Buddhism is all about."

Chen Qingshan pondered for a moment, then exclaimed with delight, "Wait a minute, they said before that he lost his soul because of his wife's death, and was living in a daze, looking like a withered person, living a life of debauchery. Isn't that right? He just got married recently, so this is a case of turning over a new leaf and repenting?"

Chen Gui laughed and scolded, "Alright. You're spouting all sorts of little phrases, but your father doesn't understand them. Go play somewhere else."

Amidst laughter and playful banter, Chen Xian's tall and upright figure gradually disappeared into the night, silent and still.

Early the next morning, Chen Gui, full of energy, held a sickle, while Chen Qingshan, holding a machete, waited quietly for Chen Xian.

In the distance, Chen Xian, Chen Dazhu, Chen Erzhu, and Chen Siniu also came over together.

Chen Siniu pleaded, "Dad, please let me go up the mountain. I'm begging you, it's so boring at home."

Chen Xian: "Don't run around. Stay by my side. If you run around, you won't have the chance to stay by my side again."

The little girl nodded vigorously.

Chen Xian took out a buckwheat pancake from his package and handed it to Chen Gui with a smile.

"Uncle Gui, have you eaten yet?"

Chen Gui was a little confused. Wasn't it still before noon?

Does Brother Xian's family eat three meals a day?

Chen Qingshan chuckled and said, "Thanks, Brother Xian."

Chen Gui glared at him.

Do not answer!

Food is now plentiful and expensive.

Chen Qingshan waved his hand and said, "I'm not hungry."

My stomach started growling.

Chen Xian: "Take it. We're all family here. It will take at least an hour to get up the mountain. We won't have the strength to pick fruit if we don't eat."

Chen Gui smiled shamelessly.

"Then thank you, Brother Xian."

Upon tasting it, there was a lot of oil; it seemed to have been fried. What a spendthrift child, so much oil is precious!

Chen Qingshan took a bite, crunch, crisp.

"It's so delicious! I never imagined that such an ordinary vegetable pancake could taste so amazing after being fried in oil like this."

He seemed to notice his father's strange expression.

Chen Qingshan tentatively asked, "Father, are you worried about wasting oil?"

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Chen Qingshan smiled and said in a calm tone, "Dad, just tell me, does it smell good or not?"

By undermining each other, Chen Qingshan managed to turn the tide.

The group chatted and laughed along the way, and before they knew it, they had reached the mountainside.

Chen Si Niu followed behind, gradually losing her strength. Chen Da Zhu, being strong and sturdy, easily scooped the little girl up and carried her on his back.

The sound of chirping.

The group continued on their journey.

Chen Siniu suddenly spoke up again: "Big brother, there are baby pheasants."

Chen Xian grinned; Si Niu was really going after Wild Chicken Boy.

I pray to see Chen Xian.

Chen Gui smiled and said, "I'm tired, let's rest here for a while."

Chen Dazhu pulled Si Niu away quickly.

The humidity in the mountains is high, and when you're covered in sweat, a gust of wind can instantly make you feel cool all over.

"Father, come quickly."

"What's wrong?"

Everyone rushed over.

The ground was covered with thorns, vines, and shrubs, clearly indicating that Chen Dazhu had cleared a path with his axe.

Only then did they discover that a small stream was cascading down the mountain.

Chen Gui pointed at the mountain stream, trembling uncontrollably, muttering, "This...this..."

He didn't utter a single word.

Si Niu's face and hair were covered in weeds, and she was clutching a baby pheasant in her arms.

He looked excited.

Chen Erzhu's eyes were deep and thoughtful. "Father, I have an outrageous idea."

Chen Xian: "Let me have some peace and quiet."

The two exchanged a glance, and an absurd thought popped into their heads: could this missing pheasant be the same one from yesterday?

That's outrageous.

Could it be that the pheasant just went into the bushes yesterday in search of water?

Chen Qingshan laughed wildly, "This mountain spring water seems to have been flowing for a long time, so the people of Qingxia Village are not short of water."

Although it's inconvenient, it's better than having no water at all.

Chen Qingshan's face wrinkled repeatedly. "Perhaps it's because of the bushes here. If it weren't for Si Niu trying to catch wild chickens, it would have been really difficult to find a water source."

Heaven is kind; it still left a way for the people of Qingxia Village.

Chen Dazhu emerged from another thicket of bushes, shouting arrogantly, "Dad, those are all over there..."

The eldest son, who is usually calm, also seemed to lose his composure at this moment.

Chen Qingshan stared at the yellow, spiky things covering the mountainside, his mouth agape, trembling, "This can't be real, can it?"

Hundreds of pineapples lay scattered across the hillsides, hidden by tall bushes that kept them hidden from view. Even if they rotted in the wild, no one would notice.

Chen Qingshan roughly estimated that with over a hundred people in the village, each family could get four or five jin (2.5-3 kg).

Chen Gui waved his hands, "Eat sparingly, mix wild vegetable dumplings, and a family can eat them for two or three days."

Moreover, there's an even greater possibility that this is just the tip of the mountain; there are likely other places as well.

Chen Xian: "Don't mix wild vegetable dumplings with them, it's a waste. These things are very bloating. Drink plenty of water when you eat them, and you'll be stuffed in no time."

Chen Qingshan grinned and said, "It still has to be you, Brother Xian."

They can come up with ideas.

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