"The aunt was really a very nice person," Chen Feng said, recalling the aunt.

"Of course! The old lady's passing away like this will surely sadden her children for a long time. You see, even though she was seriously ill, everyone knew that her days were numbered."

“But living is one thing, dying is another,” Zheng Ping said.

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but recall the appearance of the two Zhang brothers back then.

"Are you sad? Maybe."

He shrugged and spoke.

"By the way, is Fengzi's paid mining site any good?" someone asked with concern.

For them, Mrs. Zhang's matter was just an interlude; their own affairs were the most important.

"To be honest, I only stayed for three days, and I felt that the gold withdrawal rate was indeed higher here."

"If you want to deal in big shipments, you can give it a try. But if you want to play it safe, stay here. How much can you buy in a day?" Chen Feng couldn't help but ask.

"It's about six hundred yuan on average, but it can be a little more if you order well," Yin Xing replied.

"In my opinion, you shouldn't go. Let me find another suitable mining site for you before you go," Chen Feng said, not recommending that they go.

"Even if we wanted to go, we couldn't. The old lady just left, and the place must be closed by now," Huang Fei said with a laugh.

"No, it's still open and operating normally. Accommodation is still available, but lunch and dinner may not be served."

As he was leaving, Zhang Laoda's words that the mine was still open for business remained vivid in Chen Feng's mind.

"Damn, they're still open for business after such a big incident. Why don't they just close for a few days? These kids are really money-grubbing."

"If there's no food, will the cost be reduced?" Huang Fei asked curiously.

"Accommodation and meals cost extra. A meal is fifteen yuan, and accommodation is twenty yuan. Do you think the fan is free?" Chen Feng glanced at Huang Fei.

"Damn, you didn't say that either. If it includes accommodation and meals, the cost would be 550 yuan a day?" Huang Fei said in shock.

Five hundred and fifty yuan a day, that's really not cheap.

"That's why I don't recommend you go. Although there are many goods, it depends on luck, and the income is unstable. I think it's better to stay here. At least you won't lose money, and there won't be so much pressure."

Chen Feng went back to the car, got a can of food, heated it over the fire, and then rinsed some rice, preparing to eat.

“Indeed, it’s better to stay here. Besides, they’ve gotten into trouble now, so why go anywhere else? Let’s look at other places later.” Yin Xing shook his head.

Everyone gathered around the fire, drinking tea and chatting idly. Chen Feng, holding a lunchbox, chatted casually as well.

His mind was filled with the words the uncle had said in front of the funeral hall.

He really wanted to know what the older man would ultimately choose.

After chatting for a while, everyone set off to pan for gold early the next morning.

Looking at everyone's sleepy eyes, Chen Feng smiled.

It's more fun to be with a lot of people.

Carrying his tools, Chen Feng set off once again onto this familiar land.

After walking for only a few minutes, Chen Feng's system beeped.

This is a crooked cornfield; some corn stalks have fallen to the ground, but ears of corn are still growing on top.

The corn cobs were no longer than a hand, and they didn't have any kernels at all.

This must be a problem with the seeds. It's said that seed companies nowadays deliberately make the seeds so that they can only be planted once in order to increase sales.

The first time you plant it, it will definitely grow big and good, but if you save the seeds yourself, it definitely won't be as good the second year.

The barley stalks started to shrink noticeably, and production was cut in almost half.

If you wait until you save the seeds, there's no point in looking at them anymore; there will basically be no yield, and you'll have to spend money on fertilizer.

How did Chen Feng know? Because Liu Ping had done something similar before.

That year, when planting potatoes in the garden, Liu Ping thought about saving money on seeds and also making use of waste, so she kept the very small potatoes to plant in the ground the following year.

The key issue is that no one told them at the time that this thing couldn't be used to propagate seeds.

The potatoes planted the following year were really hard to find; the biggest ones were only about half the size of a fist.

They needed to eat six or seven potatoes per meal. That year, Chen Feng almost vomited from peeling potatoes, and he also cursed the seed company for a year.

From then on, they resolutely refused to save any more seeds and simply bought them directly.

Chen Feng looked around and found the location of the goods. He put the detector on the ground and started pulling up corn stalks.

After harvesting several, Chen Feng saw a spot where he could use a shovel, so he picked it up and started digging.

Because it's all mud here, with grass roots mixed in, it's not as easy to shovel as at a mine, and it's also quite dirty. After a little work, your hands will be covered in black soot.

After digging for a while, Chen Feng felt it was about time, so he switched to a small shovel and started digging the soil in the pit.

After a few shovelfuls, the detector responded. However, because the soil was damp this time, he couldn't shake the shovel; he could only grasp and knead the soil bit by bit.

After squeezing for a long time, Chen Feng finally squeezed something. He rubbed it back and forth, and the thing revealed its true form.

It's a piece of silver, probably worth around 130 or 140.

After wiping the silver granules slightly, Chen Feng put them into a bottle and patted the dirt off his hands.

After tidying up his tools, Chen Feng continued walking forward.

This time, Chen Feng was more careful and watched his step carefully as he left, afraid of stepping into a pit again.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Chen Feng's system gave him another prompt.

Chen Feng looked around and came up to the top of the cargo. It was overgrown with weeds and much taller than last time.

Weeds grow so fast; I wish crops could grow that fast too.

Chen Feng started pulling the grass out by the handful, sometimes pulling out the roots, sometimes breaking it off.

After roughly gathering the soil, Chen Feng switched to a shovel and began digging a hole, shoveling soil into the air.

In no time, a pit about half a meter deep was formed. Chen Feng checked it and thought it should be okay, so he switched to a small shovel and started shoveling the soil.

Squatting by the pit, Chen Feng leaned his body in and dug into the soil.

I dug up a shovelful of soil, ran it over the detector, and if there was nothing there, I scattered it far away.

After a few shovelfuls, Chen Feng found the goods and squatted down to start kneading clods of earth.

The soil here is mostly clumped together, I don't know why. But putting aside whether it's dirty or not, it's quite relaxing to squeeze, and the clumps crumble easily with a little force.

Picking up a large clod of dirt from the shovel, Chen Feng squeezed it slightly and found that the outer soil fell off, but the inside was not tangible.

He smiled instinctively, knowing this was the goods.

After wiping the dirt off the goods, the true appearance of the goods, which had been covered in dirt, was revealed. The dark yellow color made Chen Feng feel very happy.

"That's really good." Chen Feng grinned.