Zhou Wufu's basket was full of honeysuckle. Of course, none of the six children knew that the flower was called honeysuckle or its medicinal value, but Xingxing said she wanted to pick some to take home, and the five Fu brothers all went along with her.

Once they reached the top of the mountain, Zhou Dafu led Xingxing to a large tree and said, "Little sister, just sit here and wait. Once your brothers have gathered the firewood, we can go back."

After walking such a long way, Xingxing's two short legs were indeed tired. Her brothers were going to carry her, but she didn't want them to suffer and insisted on walking by herself.

Sigh, I should have known better than to push myself.

After resting for half an hour, Xingxing felt less tired and was about to stand up to help when she saw that her five older brothers had already finished gathering the firewood.

Erfu brought up the idea of ​​picking myrtle again, but the others disagreed.

“No need to go deep into the mountains, just walk a little way in and you’ll get there. There are just two more graves on the side, what’s there to be afraid of?” Zhou Erfu was the bravest and strongest of the five brothers, and there were very few things he was afraid of.

"You dare to eat things from near graves?" Zhou Dafu glared at him.

“Why wouldn’t I dare? Last time I picked so many, and you all ate them too!” Zhou Erfu laid his cards on the table.

"What? The myrtle you gave us last time was picked from the grave?" Zhou Wufu jumped up and down in anger.

Seeing his eldest brother and three younger brothers glaring at him angrily, Zhou Erfu felt guilty, but still tried to argue, "We've already eaten, and nothing happened, why are you all so agitated? Would I harm you?"

"What's a grave? Since the fruit growing next to a grave is safe to eat, let's go pick it." The word "grave" was completely unfamiliar to Xingxing's little mind.

“There are dead people buried in the grave, it’s scary, let’s not go,” Zhou Dafu coaxed gently.

Perhaps it was the fearlessness of youth, but the more Xingxing was told not to go, the more curious she became about the grave. "Big brother, if you and third brother are scared, just wait here. Let second brother take me to see it. I want to pick some myrtle."

Her family was too poor, so she wanted to take more wild fruits back home to store.

What? They're afraid?

Even if they were really scared, they couldn't show it in front of their younger sister. Zhou Dafu, Zhou Sanfu, and the other three Fu immediately puffed out their chests and said with a stiff upper lip, "How could we be scared? Let's go."

So the quintuplets took Xingxing deeper into the mountains to pick myrtle. The path in the forest was a bit steep and had many forks. There were three paths for them to take to their destination.

Zhou Erfu usually takes the middle path because it's the shortest. But when he was about to lead everyone down the middle path, Xingxing stopped.

She felt uneasy looking at the path, and some unpleasant images appeared in her eyes. She couldn't explain what was wrong, but her intuition told her that she couldn't walk down this path now.

"Brother Erfu, can we take the left path instead of the middle one?" Xingxing asked in a childish voice, tilting her little head up.

“But the middle path is shorter, ouch…” Zhou Erfu’s head was slapped hard by Dafu.

“Listen to Xingxing, take the left path. What are you babbling about?” Zhou Dafu pushed him aside and led the others directly onto the left path.

Zhou Sanfu muttered, "We wouldn't have come if Xingxing hadn't said she was coming."

Zhou Sifu also retorted, "Go take the middle path yourself."

Zhou Wufu glanced sideways and said, "You can't go wrong by listening to your sister."

Zhou Erfu was very upset. He just felt that it was closer to walk in the middle and didn't say anything, so why were people looking at him as if he had committed some serious crime?

Forget it, for my sister's sake, I won't stoop to their level.

Fifteen minutes later, the six children arrived at their destination. There were dozens of myrtle trees on the hillside. Zhou Erfu picked a dark purple fruit, peeled it, and stuffed it into Xingxing's mouth.

"Delicious! So this is myrtle!" Xingxing smacked her lips, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

“Yes, now you recognize it, right? You also need to spit out the white core inside.” Zhou Erfu said, picking another handful and putting it into Xingxing’s hand.

Since the baskets on his back were all used to carry firewood, there was nothing left to carry wild fruit, so Zhou Erfu took off his clothes and used them as a cloth bag.

“If you go back shirtless, your mother will beat you again.” Zhou Dafu shook his head helplessly. Erfu was wild and did whatever he wanted. His mother beat him the most, but he still didn’t change after being beaten.

“As long as you don’t say anything, your mother won’t know. Wufu, you love to tattle, so keep your mouth shut this time, or you won’t be allowed to pick any of these golden peaches.” Zhou Erfu was very territorial. He was the one who discovered this place first, so he naturally thought it was his territory.

"Hmph, it's not like I'm the only one who complains every time. You always cause trouble. Eldest brother, third brother, and fourth brother have also complained to Mother." Zhou Wufu betrayed his other brothers without hesitation.

"Wu Fu, you have no guts! Don't play with us anymore!" Zhou Sanfu decided to isolate him.

"Don't fight, we're family." Xingxing pouted, disliking watching them argue.

The quintuplets glanced at each other, then quickly looked away, but all had smiles on their faces. They argued at least twice a day, but they would make up quickly; they were never really angry.

The five Fu brothers shouted loudly, "Let's pick fruit! We listen to the stars; a family can't quarrel."

After picking the fruit, Xingxing stood in front of two raised mounds, her round little face extremely solemn. "So this is a grave mound. Do people have to be buried under the ground when they die? How scary. Xingxing must live well and not be buried."

Zhou Dafu thought Xingxing was frightened, so he quickly said he wanted to go back.

“Let’s dig up some myrtle roots and take them back; they’re useful.” As for what they were specifically used for, Xingxing couldn’t say, but she had an urge to dig up the roots whenever she saw myrtle.

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