On the dirt road in the village, a few children were chasing and playing. They accidentally bumped into each other and fell on their butts.

"I'm sorry." The little boy who fell got up by himself, patted his butt, and apologized obediently.

"It's okay." Zhong Le was hit, but fortunately Zhang Yuan supported him and he did not fall.

She simply squatted down and asked the child, "Whose child are you? What are you playing?"

Children's words are easier to interpret than adults', and sometimes more credible.

"My mother and I went to fetch water, and we are playing catching chickens." The little boy pointed at his friends, all of whose faces were red from running.

"Then you should be careful when running around and pay attention to safety." Zhong Le reached out to straighten the child's crooked collar and inadvertently saw a small piece of something with a strange color.

Before she could take a closer look, the child was slightly frightened by her action and took a step back, with his collar away from her.

"Sister, I mean no harm." Zhong Le smiled and saw two children hiding behind the fence on the right.

She didn't recognize the two children, but Qiongzhi and the others did. Aren't those two children the so-called fairy children and fairies? Qiongzhi looked at the two children, who were clinging to the fence with a look of longing on their faces, but had no intention of leaving.

"Is that your friend?" He pointed in the direction of the fence to the little boy, who looked over and then shook his head.

A childish voice said, "They are the fairies and celestial beings who serve the mountain god. We are the little yellow cattle in the fields, so we are not friends."

"Why do you say that? Why can't the fairy boy and the little yellow cow be friends?" Zhong Le asked.

"We just can't!" Several children said in unison, then looked at the two children behind the fence, made a face, and ran away yelling, leaving the five people looking at each other in bewilderment and the two little kids hurriedly running home.