“…”

Lu Feng lowered his head and smelled himself.

There is no smell of sweat!

The Third Master is talking nonsense.

Lu Feng suddenly thought of something, raised his head abruptly, and looked at the Third Master with wide eyes.

Could it be that the Third Master has learned to be jealous at such a young age?

Yunmian quickly shook her little head.

“Thank you Uncle Lu, thank you Brother Chu, I’m not tired.”

Yunmian shifted her gaze to the backpack behind her father.

"Dad, I don't think it's good for you to carry mushrooms down the mountain like this."

Yun Yongcheng immediately understood what the little girl meant.

Pine cone mushrooms are valuable. Last year, two people in the village fought in the mountains over yellow pine cone mushrooms. One of them had his front teeth knocked out and the other had his head broken. If I were to carry a basket full of yellow pine cone mushrooms down the mountain so openly and be seen by others, I would definitely be envied.

If the news of someone picking a full basket of yellow pine fir spread, the villagers would probably come to visit and ask questions.

At that time, I can't tell everyone that these yellow pine trees were not picked on Shennv Mountain, but were given to Mianmian by a white-bearded immortal.

In order to avoid these troubles, it is better to get some firewood to cover the yellow pine and fir trees in the backpack.

"Brother Lu Feng, Yu'er, please wait for me here for a while."

Yun Yongcheng bent down and placed the backpack on a flat surface, informed Third Master Lu Feng, and turned to leave.

The thing that is most abundant in the mountains is firewood. Ten minutes later, Yunmian saw his father coming back with a bundle of horsetail pine branches.

Looking at her father putting the horsetail pine branches on the backpack, the green horsetail pine needles covered the yellow pine fir in the basket tightly, and Yunmian raised a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth.

Dad is so smart.

"Yongcheng, you went up the mountain. What did you pick there?"

After going down the mountain and entering the village, almost every villager they met on the way would take a look at the backpack on Yun Yongcheng's back.

"The kindling at home is almost gone, so I went up the mountain to cut a bunch of horsetail pine branches to make kindling. Auntie, have you cooked dinner yet?"

While answering the person who asked the question, Yun Yongcheng secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Fortunately, Mianmian reminded herself when she was going down the mountain, otherwise she would be surrounded by a group of people asking her all kinds of questions.

"Yongcheng, how come you brought back a bundle of Pinus massoniana branches but didn't pick any mushrooms?"

Yun Aiguo was in the yard removing the hair from the pig heads, cow heads and sheep heads that Yun Yongcheng had bought this afternoon. He heard footsteps coming from the gate, looked up, and saw his son coming back with a bundle of green horsetail pine branches, with an expected expression on his face.

"Don't be sad, Mianmian. The immortal grandfather has already taught us the recipe for our marinade. It doesn't matter if we didn't pick up any mushrooms today..."

"Grandpa, Grandma Rumeng, we found some mushrooms."

Yun Mian excitedly interrupted Yun Aiguo.

"Grandpa the Immortal didn't lie to me. There really are a lot of yellow mushrooms in the caves of the Baby Forest."

After hearing what his granddaughter said, Yun Aiguo stared at the backpack on his son again.

"Yongcheng, are you using horsetail pine branches to cover the mushrooms in the basket?"

Seeing his son nod, Yun Aiguo showed an incredible expression.

"How many ponderosa pine trees did you four pick up in the cave?"

If you pick up three or four pounds, it won't arouse jealousy, and you don't need to use pine branches to cover it at all.

Yun Mian walked over to Yun Aiguo with her short legs and said with a look of praise, "Grandpa, we picked up a basket full of yellow pine fir mushrooms. Dad said we'll have braised mushrooms tonight."