As the group was picking up eggs, a child's voice suddenly rang out.

Mo Jiaxing stood up, scoffed, and said, "Cao Erdan, open your eyes and see clearly, is this land yours? What do you mean by stealing your eggs!"

The boy named Cao Erdan was dark-skinned and thin, with sunken eyes that gave him a fierce look. His eyes were fixed on the eggs, filled with greed, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

"I don't care, this land isn't mine, but I saw the eggs, so it's mine!"

Cao Erdan, hands on his hips, arrogantly demanded that they hand over the eggs, or they wouldn't be allowed to go back.

Su Nanxi looked down at this tiny person who was so much shorter than her, yet dared to bar her teeth and claws, so arrogant!

Suddenly I found it quite ridiculous.

Was he unaware of his true situation, or was he blinded by greed and impulsiveness?

Mo Dongmei wasn't afraid of him. She raised her head and said, "We found it first, why should we hand it over to you?"

Mo Jiarong also disliked Cao Erdan. "We'll take this spot first, and we'll find these eggs first. If you want them, go find them yourself. You can keep as many as you find. We won't ask you for any!"

Cao Erdan was getting anxious. He had followed the group around the mountain quite a bit, but they hadn't found a single wild animal, not even a chicken feather or a bird feather. Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed up the mountain when the others did! If he were to search, he probably wouldn't have found a single chicken feather either.

He wanted eggs; he hadn't eaten eggs in a long time.

Once you have a desire for something, it's hard to shake it off. The desire only grows stronger, until finally you have only one thought: you must get it!

Su Nanxi had the children collect all the eggs and put their baskets on their backs.

Seeing that no one would agree to his demands, Cao Erdan became enraged. He picked up a stick and brandished it, saying menacingly, "Are you going to give it to me or not? If not, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The younger Mo Qiushuang and Mo Dongmei were so frightened that they took two steps back and hid behind Su Nanxi.

Mo Jiaxing was also a little scared; this scoundrel might really attack. He wasn't afraid of himself, but he was worried about his sisters and third aunt getting hurt!

Mo Jiarong held her older brother's hand, feeling a little scared.

Su Nanxi watched coldly, wanting to see if this little kid who spoke such harsh words could really be that ruthless!

Seeing that the other kids were scared, Cao Erdan felt less nervous and even more fearless. But when he saw that Su Nanxi, who was much taller than him, wasn't scared at all and was even looking at him with interest, his confidence vanished and he couldn't help but feel guilty again.

"Stop dawdling and bring me all the eggs! If you don't, my stick doesn't have eyes!"

It was getting late, and it wasn't safe in the mountains. Su Nanxi was too lazy to waste words with him; he was obviously a coward!

She casually picked up a dry twig, examined it a few times in front of Cao Erdan, then twirled it in her hand, the twig spinning rapidly in her palm, leaving only a circle of light and shadow. Suddenly, her eyes sharpened, and with a flick of her wrist, the twig flew towards a nearby tree, instantly plunging into its heart.

Cao Erdan was terrified. Looking at the exposed withered branches, his legs went weak and cold sweat poured down his back.

The children were quite pleased with themselves and asked Cao Erdan if the eggs were still from his family. Cao Erdan dropped his stick and ran away, shouting, "They're not mine! They're not mine!"

"Oh yeah! They got away!"

When Grandma Mo got home, she saw so many eggs and her eyes almost disappeared from smiling. She kept praising them, "Good, good, good! You are all so amazing, you are all wonderful!"

Qin, Zhao, and Su Nanxi made chive boxes, which they would eat for dinner.

The children also talked to Grandma Mo about Cao Erdan. Grandma Mo got angry when she heard this, "Cao Erdan, well done! He actually learned to rob! He can't even learn anything good. He's given up his conscience for a bite to eat! Next time you see him, you have to stay far away from him, understand?"

"knew!"

Mo Dongcheng listened in stunned silence. Why was his grandma praising Cao Erdan? What was so great about Cao Erdan?

Grandma Mo looked at the children and asked, "Are any of them injured?"

"No! He was scared away by my third aunt! My third aunt is amazing; she can spin a stick and throw darts!"

Hearing that everything was alright, Grandma Mo was relieved. She knew in her heart that her third daughter-in-law was skilled and could easily scare away a child, so she didn't take it to heart.

But Mo Qinghe took it to heart; his wife was definitely not a simple person!

Thinking of the books his wife had given him, urging him to read more, he wondered if she wanted him to take the imperial examinations in the future, pass them, and help her return to the capital.

He suddenly felt a sense of loss. He felt that this was how it should be. Otherwise, why would his wife be so good to him and try to cure his leg? Now that his leg has improved, she wants him to study more and maybe she will ask him to take the imperial examination soon!

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt!

He felt he had finally seen the truth. He had thought his wife truly loved him, but he hadn't realized he was just a stepping stone for her to return to Beijing!

Mo Qinghe remained silent and listless all night, and even the most fragrant chive dumplings tasted bland to him.

Even while taking a bath, she insisted on not letting Su Nanxi come in to help, and gritted her teeth to finish the bath herself.

Su Nanxi found it strange. Why was this person suddenly so cold and distant? What had she done to offend him?

I've thought about it for a long time but still can't figure it out. She's always been good to him, so she shouldn't have offended him!

When they went to sleep, Mo Qinghe no longer held her hand and even moved to the edge of the bed to keep a certain distance from her.

Su Nanxi wanted to pull his hand over to write something and asked him what was wrong, but Mo Qinghe seemed to not want her to touch it, so he pulled his hand back and said lightly, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Su Nanxi paused, then realized that he had really become cold towards her, not even allowing her to get close.

Sigh! A man's face can change in an instant!

If he doesn't want her to get close, then she should stay away. Anyway, she has a clear conscience and has done right by him.

Maybe he's just being childish. He'll be fine tomorrow; let him calm down on his own.

The next day, Mo Qinghe was still as cold to Su Nanxi as before. Compared to his previous coldness, he now had a mournful chill about him.

Su Nanxi really didn't know what he had done wrong. He couldn't find out by asking, and whenever she came, he would avoid her and even stop drinking the water and fruit she offered.

Grandma Mo also sensed something was wrong and secretly asked her third son what was going on. Mo Qinghe simply said nothing was wrong, leaving Grandma Mo speechless and helpless.

Su Nanxi was helpless. If he really disliked her that much, then she would just avoid him and not appear in front of him.

The children, sensing something was amiss, all sided with Su Nanxi and began to criticize Mo Qinghe. Their world was simple: whoever was kind to them, whoever was close to them, they would side with.

Clearly, they favored their third aunt.

"Aunt Mo, Mute Mother! We've arrived! We've brought rice and firewood. Look, everything's ready!"