There are only a few kinds of edible mushrooms in this grove. Some of them have long, thin stems and are brightly colored, but Chen Hong didn't dare to pick them. She had never eaten them before, so she decided not to try them and stick to picking the ones she had already eaten.

Chen Hong stopped walking forward and strolled back. Along the way, she found several more porcini mushrooms, but upon closer inspection, they were badly gnawed by insects. Chen Hong gave up on them. She picked them back and trimmed them, but there wasn't even half a good part left. She decided not to bother and let them leave seeds there; perhaps more would grow next year.

They also found three chestnut trees. Judging from the small size of the fruit, they were probably oil chestnuts. Chen Hong chose a small one, dug it up, and put it into her space. Once it grows and bears fruit, she'll make sugar-roasted chestnuts for her son.

At 11 o'clock, Chen Hong found the basket and left the woods, returning to the big rock.

The old man said there was a mountain spring not far from the shrubbery. Chen Hong walked across the meadow to go see the spring. After walking across the meadow, she saw many yellow flowers that looked like small trumpets.

It looks familiar. The plant has long, thin leaves, like orchid leaves, and the flower stalk is particularly tall, about one meter long. Isn't this daylily?

Looking at the vast fields of daylilies, Chen Hong was very happy. She could make fresh fried daylilies, cold daylily salad, stewed dried daylilies with shredded pork, and add soaked daylilies to the hot and sour soup in winter. The taste was especially delicious.

Chen Hong decided to pick some daylilies first. She bent over and started picking. In half an hour, she picked a whole basket. Chen Hong only selected the larger, unopened buds, leaving the fully opened ones for the bees to collect nectar from.

Chen Hong emptied the daylilies from her basket onto the grassy area, freeing up a basket to pick more. Only then was the daylily patch mostly harvested.

After walking through the grass and bushes for another five minutes, Chen Hong finally heard the sound of water. She walked forward for 50 meters, turned a corner, and saw a high mountain wall in front of her, with spring water gushing down from it.

Below the mountain wall was a deep pool, not very large, only about ten meters in diameter. But looking down into the pool, it was dark and bottomless, so it must be very deep.

I looked into the pond and saw only two or three tiny fish, no bigger than a finger. I wondered if there were no bigger fish, or if they were all hiding underwater? I've heard that cold-water fish are quite delicious.

Looking at the two or three small fish, Chen Hong thought of the red-scaled fish in the Black Dragon Pool of Mount Tai.

Red-scaled fish is the most famous freshwater fish in the Tai'an area. Chen Hong ate it once when she was a child. At that time, no one cared about catching fish. One year, the people from her village went to Mount Tai to fulfill a vow.

There was an old man who was particularly good at catching fish. He caught more than thirty red-scaled fish in Black Dragon Pool.

When I got home, I made some pan-fried crispy fish. Chen Hong got two of them. The meat was tender and succulent, and they were so delicious that they made my teeth ache.

Even now, Chen Hong's mouth waters when she thinks of that taste.

I think it was around 2007 when the Taian Municipal Government designated the Taishan Red-scaled Fish as a protected species of fish, prohibiting its capture.

It seems I need to make time to go to Tai'an and try to catch some fish fry to raise in a space, so that I can eat red-scaled fish freely in the future.

The temperature by the pool was quite low, making it particularly cool and comfortable. Chen Hong rested for a while and then surveyed her surroundings.

Suddenly, under a rock wall near the pool, Chen Hong spotted several white orchids. He took a hoe and went over to examine them closely.

The orchid has slender leaves and a corolla with three large petals. Each flower stalk bears two orchids, which are elegant white and have a delicate fragrance. They are very beautiful orchids.

Upon careful counting, there were five plants. Chen Hong dug up three and moved them into her space. There weren't any nice flowers at home, and these would look best in the main room.

In her previous life, Chen Hong had grown Phalaenopsis orchids and felt that orchids were quite easy to care for. She wondered if wild ones would survive if transplanted into flowerpots.

I'm not going to think about it too much. I'll just focus on getting the plants to survive in my space first. Anyway, I've never heard of plants not being able to survive in my space!

Chen Hong searched around, hoping to find other varieties of flowers. Wasn't it said that some spaces would expand their area for each new plant species they added? She wanted to give it a try.

After searching the area within several hundred meters, she only managed to dig up two honeysuckle plants and one wild blueberry bush, which she then stored in her spatial storage. Chen Hong continued deeper into the area, this time focusing her attention primarily on the wildflowers and fruit trees.

There are simply too few edible mushroom varieties in Jiaodong. The ones she picked in the morning are enough for the mother and son to eat for a while, and she has given up hope of finding rare mushrooms in the mountains.

The deeper they went into the mountains, the more vegetation they saw, including many plants that were rarely seen before. Suddenly, they discovered a large patch of vines climbing all over the big trees. Clusters of small purple grapes on the vines caught Chen Hong's attention; they were wild grapes.

Apart from artificially cultivated grapes, Chen Hong had never seen such a large vineyard. The grapes were plentiful, with thick white blooms covering the bunches of purple grapes.

With a basket slung over her arm, Chen Hong quickly picked grapes with a machete in hand. "I forgot to bring scissors. A machete isn't as useful as scissors," she said.

Chen Hong muttered, "It's really like a poor person suddenly becoming rich. They don't even know how to use their space. They only think about planting some fruit trees, growing some flowers, and raising some fish. They've forgotten that it's also a portable warehouse. They can't get rid of their small-farmer mentality. In the future, they should prepare a copy of all the things they use and put them in their space for easy access."

It took more than an hour to pick grapes alone. When she checked her space, she saw that there were two or three hundred pounds of them. Chen Hong chuckled to herself, realizing that she still had the same old problem: she couldn't stop herself from buying good things.

There are so many grapes, we can't possibly eat them all. Let's take them home and make them into wine. These are such wonderful wild grapes, purely wild, pollution-free, and pesticide-free; the wine made from them will definitely be delicious.

Having made up her mind, Chen Hong left her spatial dimension and picked all the grapes she could reach, gathering over a hundred pounds. Gazing longingly at the grapes hanging high on the tree, she said, "Let's leave these for the birds!"

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