It seems my son really has a good reputation. He didn't do anything wrong, yet he made people repent. He's truly my son, just like me.

“Okay, you said it would have been better to do this earlier. Why did you have to make a scene and become a laughing stock in the whole village?” Liu Ping nodded.

"Yes, yes, you're right. We'll head back now. Don't forget to tell your son to come back and stop reading outside; it's too hot."

Seeing this, Sun Ling quickly reminded her, "This is the key point."

"Okay, I'll call him in a bit," Liu Ping agreed.

The two thanked each other profusely and left the house. After arriving home, they explained to Chen Feng that Chen Feng had received a text message from his mother. Only then did Chen Feng slowly stand up, pick up his things, and walk home, just as he had come.

Sun Liang picked up a hoe and went to the field to thoroughly turn over the soil again, even more carefully than he would his own home, just in case Chen Feng would find fault with it again.

The ancestor has finally passed away; it wasn't easy for him.

"All done. You should be able to start farming tomorrow. She won't dare mess with us again this time. I can't handle a shrew like her."

Chen Feng snorted, took off his hat, and threw it on the table.

"I didn't expect it to be resolved so easily this time. I really thought it would escalate to a lawsuit over this little piece of land." Liu Ping breathed a sigh of relief; this was the best possible outcome.

The two talked for a while, and then Lin Nian pushed open the door and walked in.

"Brother, I went to Sun Ling's house to look for you, but you weren't there. Aren't you going to read your book?"

"Everything's been taken care of, what's there to see?" Chen Feng beckoned him over to sit down and offered him a cigarette.

Lin Nian took the cigarette, lit it, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Brother, I want to go gold panning."

"Trying to pan for gold again? Shall we go to the abandoned mine tomorrow?" Chen Feng thought for a moment before answering.

"No, brother, we're not going to the abandoned mine," Lin Nian quickly explained upon hearing this.

"I really want to go out and strike it rich, just like you guys, to make big money outside the province." Lin Nian's eyes were full of longing.

"Going to another province, a ten-day trip?"

"Can your grandpa rest easy?" Chen Feng asked with some concern.

Although the two are only a few years apart, in Chen Feng's eyes, Lin Nian is still a child, like a younger brother.

What's more, his father is rarely home; only his grandfather lives there.

Although Lin Nian had this intention, his grandfather might not be able to put his mind at ease.

"Yes, I've discussed it with my grandfather these past few days, and he said that as long as I don't travel alone, I can go with the villagers."

"So I rushed here to find you, brother. Please take me with you. I really want to make a lot of money. I want my family to have a better life. I want to be like you and build a new house so I don't have to live in that leaky thatched house anymore."

As Lin Nian spoke, his eyes dimmed. This seemingly carefree young man actually had many things weighing on his mind. He knew many things, but he just didn't say them.

Seeing Lin Nian's expression, Chen Feng patted him on the shoulder, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"I don't know if the place I go next will be okay, or what the situation will be like. Right now, the safest option is for you to go with Zheng Ping in his car."

"The income in the hilly area is quite good now. If you're lucky, making several hundred yuan a day is not a problem."

"I'll go find Zheng Ping now and ask them if they can take you with them." Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette and stood up.

"What if Brother Zheng and the others don't want to take me?" Lin Nian asked with some worry in his eyes.

He had heard before that Zheng Ping and his group were not taking anyone with them in their cars anymore, and no matter how much they begged, it was no use.

Can they take themselves?

Chen Feng stopped at the door without even turning his head.

"If they don't want to take you, then you'll come with me."

After saying that, Chen Feng pushed open the door and walked out. Lin Nian's eyes were moved when he heard these incredibly reassuring words.

Soon, Chen Feng arrived at Zheng Ping's house. He pushed open the door and went in. Zheng Ping and his wife were playfully fighting. When they saw Chen Feng, they still had smiles on their faces and looked over at the same time.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward.

"Should I come back later?" Chen Feng blinked and leaned against the doorway.

"It's alright, since you're already here, come on in." Zheng Ping gestured for them to come inside.

"Fengzi, come in quickly. I need to go to the field to weed. You two chat first." Mao Min's face was a little hot. She smiled, turned around, and went into the house to put on her coat.

"Brother Zheng, I've come to talk to you about something. Can your car take one more person?" Chen Feng walked over and offered Zheng Ping a cigarette.

"Who do you want to bring?" Zheng Ping was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

He remembered that Chen Feng never wanted to get involved in these things. Chen Feng had never said anything about pleading for anyone or saying a word. He had never liked doing that.

“Lin Nian, this kid wants to strike it rich. He told me that. The key thing is that I won’t go to the abandoned mines in the hills next time. I don’t know the specific situation yet, so he’s a bit difficult to manage.”

"After thinking it over, I think it's best to let him ride in your car. You can also take care of him," Chen Feng said.

"Lin Nian... this kid is quite good, honest and kind, and not as troublesome as others."

"Hey, wait a minute, aren't you going to the abandoned mine in the hills next time?" Zheng Ping muttered for a moment before suddenly realizing the key point, and stared at Chen Feng with wide eyes.

“I’ve heard from people that there are some places where the goods are supposedly pretty good, but we’ve never been there, we’ve only heard about it, so I thought I’d try my luck.”

"Consider this as scouting the area for you first. If it works, I'll tell you where it is."

"If everyone rushes there this time and there's no goods available, wouldn't that be terrible? Everyone's travel expenses will be wasted, and they'll not only fail to make a profit but also lose money."

Chen Feng didn't hide anything and told Zheng Ping the actual situation.

In fact, that was indeed what he was thinking.

He wouldn't take on everything and drag everyone along before he personally went to verify it.

If there's stock, everyone's happy, but what if there's no stock and they end up losing money?

After all, you can reliably earn over a thousand in abandoned mines in hilly areas, and with good luck, two or three thousand is not a problem.

When we arrived at the new location, there was no stock, so we didn't even make a profit of over a thousand yuan. In the end, we even lost several hundred yuan. All of this adds up to a lot of money.

Although Chen Feng meant well, and they wouldn't blame him, Chen Feng would never do such a thing.

Seeing others lose money because of their trust in him, even if they don't say anything, Chen Feng would definitely feel uneasy.

So Chen Feng simply decided not to do anything he wasn't sure of, which would be better for everyone.

"Oh, that's fine. But what if it doesn't work out somewhere? Wouldn't you have wasted your whole week? You have more capital than us to begin with."

After learning the details, Zheng Ping immediately felt a little embarrassed.

Others went out of their own pockets to scout ahead for them, risking losing money, while they were comfortably panning for gold in the abandoned mine, making a sure-fire profit.

What kind of mess is this? Didn't we all agree to make money and lose money together? Doesn't this make you look like a selfish person?