After lighting a cigarette, Fang Renyi suddenly remembered something and looked at Chen Feng with a playful smile.

"By the way, I thought you were a gold rush newbie, and I even talked to you about so many common sense things at the tavern."

"You've really fooled me, haven't you? You sold 170,000 worth of goods in one go, and you still need to ask me those common-sense questions?"

"You probably know better than I do," the old man said with a chuckle.

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng chuckled and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "You should stop now, old man. Don't make me feel bad."

"I didn't mean to treat you badly. I had been accumulating stock for a year, and I was just lucky to sell so much."

"I am indeed a gold rush novice, otherwise how could I not know those common-sense questions?"

Seeing Chen Feng's appearance, the old man understood that Chen Feng was probably a new gold prospector who hadn't been working for very long and was just lucky.

I was just joking with him and mentioning it; I didn't really mean to blame him.

"Indeed, sometimes new gold prospectors are more likely to strike it rich. I don't know why. I heard them call it something like... period?"

"Newbie protection period?" Chen Feng added, unsure if that was what he meant.

"Ah, right, right, that's it. If you ask me, there's no such thing as a newbie protection period. They're just lucky."

"Look at me, I've been making money online for thirty years, and this is all I've ever done. I only make six or seven thousand yuan a month."

"Look at you, you've only been panning for gold for a few years, and you can save up 170,000 a year. That's just because you're lucky. There's no such thing as a 'new period'." The old man took a sip of his drink and hissed.

"Grandpa, I'm just lucky. You're the one who can consistently make six or seven thousand a month, you're the best."

“These days, there are so many young men who don’t even earn two or three thousand a month, and they haven’t even made as much as you, old man. You’re almost making as much as two of them combined,” Chen Feng said, giving the old man a little pat on the back.

"It's just hard-earned money," the old man shook his head.

After saying that, the old man subconsciously rubbed his legs and pursed his lips.

"What's wrong, sir? Does your leg hurt?" Chen Feng asked with concern when he saw this.

"It's an old problem. My whole body aches when I'm tired, especially my legs. I can't sleep at night without drinking some alcohol."

"Just a little drink will make me feel a bit better when I'm a little tipsy." The old man took another sip of wine and ate some pancakes.

"Oh dear, it's easy to get tired as you get older, especially in the gold mining business, it's really not easy. Why don't you take it easy, sir? You're already so old, why are you still working so hard?"

“Usually, people your age just do odd jobs in the village, take care of the children, and then retire.”

Chen Feng offered some advice.

Hearing this, the old man sighed and pounded his legs a few times: "Hey, no matter how old you are, you still have to do it, as long as you're alive you have to keep working."

"What about your child? Does he/she stay at home to farm or work?" Chen Feng couldn't help but ask.

When the child was mentioned, the old man couldn't help but smile: "My son is living a very comfortable life. He just lies at home all day, does nothing and doesn't care about anything."

"I really envy him."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng frowned slightly. Judging from the old man's age, his son must be at least thirty years old.

They're all so old, and they do nothing but lie at home and sponge off their parents?

Seeing his father, who is so old, still out there exposed to the wind and sun?

That's a bit too much, isn't it?

"How old is my brother?" Chen Feng asked.

"Thirty-four," the old man replied quickly, blurting it out.

"You're thirty-four already..."

Chen Feng didn't say anything else. If the old man is willing to support his 34-year-old son and just stays at home sponging off his parents, that's their business and has nothing to do with Chen Feng.

He would never say to the old man in a rude way, "Oh, your son is so grown up, and you're still raising him? That's spoiling him! You can't do that."

Chen Feng wouldn't say anything more; it wouldn't do any good and would only annoy people.

However, it is clear that the old man dotes on his son, even remembering his age clearly.

If you ask most parents what year their child was born, they will answer without hesitation.

But if you ask them how old their children are this year, they will almost always pause subconsciously and then calculate in their minds how old they are.

It's common for couples to be a year or two apart in age.

For example, once when Chen Feng was talking about his age, he said he was twenty-five, and Liu Ping looked up at Chen Feng with a surprised expression.

She thought Chen Feng was twenty-three, but she didn't expect him to be twenty-five this year. She even confirmed with Chen Feng several times and calculated his birth date.

It was only at last that it was confirmed that Chen Feng was indeed twenty-five.

After confirming, Liu Ping sighed with emotion, saying, "Everyone says that time waits for no one, but my children have made me feel old."

"What about your grandson? Is he in kindergarten?" Chen Feng changed the subject.

“I don’t have any grandsons, just one granddaughter who is six years old this year. She hasn’t been sent to preschool yet, but we will send her there in a while. She says she wants to go to preschool the most.”

“Every time she mentions it, she gets very excited, saying that there are many children in the preschool class who are all waiting to play with her.”

The old man spoke of his granddaughter with a face full of doting affection and eyes brimming with the joy of family life; he clearly adored her.

"Come here, let me show you. This is a picture of my granddaughter. Isn't she beautiful?"

As he spoke, the old man took out a small photo from behind his phone case and showed it to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng leaned closer and saw a family of five in the photo. The background was an amusement park, and a little girl in a white dress was in the front, waving her hands happily.

The girl was very pretty, with her pigtails tied with colorful ribbons.

At the end, the old man even made a peace sign with his hand, beaming with joy. He seemed a little fatter then than he is now.

His son and daughter-in-law were squatting in front. His son looked extremely like the old man, as if he were a younger version of him.

The family looked very happy and harmonious.

"She is indeed quite cute," Chen Feng laughed.

"Hehe." The old man chuckled, wiped the photo with his hand, and put it back.

"Give me another sausage, I can't eat anymore." Chen Feng handed the last sausage in the bag to the old man and prepared to clean up the trash.

"No, no, you eat it." The old man quickly waved his hand.

He wasn't the type to take advantage of others; one was enough for him, two seemed a bit excessive.

"Eat it quickly, grandpa. It's so hot now, it'll spoil by tomorrow." Chen Feng forced it into his hand.

Chen Feng looked around and it seemed that the old man's meal consisted of just a pancake with soybean paste and some scallions, which was too simple.

Working so hard panning for gold every day, how can he possibly get enough to eat? Or is he just grabbing something quick and easy today, or are there other foods on the truck?

The old man was driving a Ford Transit van, which looked quite old, with the paint chipped and broken.

He planned to take a look around later to see what kind of equipment the old gold prospectors had.