Xia Weiwei felt warm in her heart, "Qingzhi, it's great to have you."

When her career was at a low point and she was abandoned by the company.

When she was betrayed by her ex-boyfriend and didn't know what to do.

Qingzhi is like a spiritual force, supporting her to keep moving forward on the right path.

"Weiwei, it's great to have a friend like you." Xu Qingzhi will never forget that he had such a sincere friendship in the muddy entertainment industry before his sudden death in his previous life.

Even though she is no longer in the entertainment industry and she and Weiwei are separated, distance will never be a problem that hinders their friendship.

She pointed the video screen at the small bamboo basket below her and said, "Weiwei, look, the chestnuts at my grandpa's house are ripe. He's picking them up. I'll send you some later."

The most taboo thing between true friends is being polite. Xia Weiwei nodded happily and said happily: "That's great, I like eating chestnuts the most, I have loved eating them since I was a child."

Xu Qingzhi bent down to pick up chestnuts on the ground and shared, "I like to eat chestnuts, too. When I was a kid, my mom would buy a small basket of chestnuts from the market and dry them for a few days. They were crispy and sweet. Later, my grandpa planted chestnut trees, and I have more chestnuts than I can eat every year. But I'll send them to you later. Don't eat too much in one day. Eating too much will make you fart, which will affect your image at work."

Xia Weiwei chuckled, and seeing that she was still busy, she said considerately, "I know, Qingzhi, then you pick the chestnuts first, and we'll talk next time."

"Okay, let's talk later. Bye~"

After hanging up the video, Xu Qingzhi put the phone back into his pocket and continued to bend down to pick chestnuts.

On the other side, Grandpa was holding a long bamboo pole and hitting chestnuts on the tree. Xu Fuqiang was hit on the leg by the flying chestnuts and cried out in pain.

The old man waved his hands and frowned, "I told you to stand further away, but you just stood there motionless. Go to Qingzhi's side."

Xu Fuqiang didn't leave. Instead, he went over to grab the bamboo pole from the old man's hand and said, "I'll do it, you go pick it up from Qingzhi."

Hitting chestnuts is a technical job. In addition to requiring very strong arm strength, the chestnut balls are not smart and can splash onto your body at any time.

Just now Xu Fuqiang was only hit on the leg. He saw that there was a chestnut ball hanging on the old man's clothes on his back, and he guessed that he was hit on his body. The old man was stubborn and endured the pain without crying out.

Besides, you can still hit the shorter chestnut trees with a bamboo pole while standing on the ground, but there are a few taller chestnut trees nearby, so standing on the ground is not an option. You have to climb up the trees to hit them, which is somewhat dangerous.

Xu Dongru had no choice but to admit that he was getting old. After being hit twice, his arm joints felt a little sore.

Xu Fuqiang grabbed the bamboo pole and started hitting the chestnut tree skillfully.

The chestnut balls fell down like rain.

Xu Qingzhi was far away, picking up some chestnuts that had naturally ripened and fallen on the ground. These chestnuts were open and had just fallen not long ago, so the flesh was still plump.

Xu Fuqiang hit all the chestnut trees one by one. Xu Qingzhi and grandpa picked up the chestnut balls first. After they were done, Xu Fuqiang also joined in picking chestnut balls.

Today's gloves are not like the old gloves that could be pierced. They are much thicker and you don't have to worry about your hands being pricked when you pick up chestnut balls with them. It is very convenient to pick up chestnut balls.

The three of them picked for several hours and filled several large baskets.

Xu Fuqiang first carried two loads on a shoulder pole and carried them down the mountain.

It is not an easy task to carry the chestnut balls back home from the mountain. After all, the mountain road is rugged and not as easy to walk on as on flat ground.

And a basket of chestnut balls is very heavy.

Fortunately, I met a few uncles from the same village who went up the mountain to check on tea seeds. They had worked as laborers in the Xu family before, and they helped carry the seeds down together. Finally, I brought back several baskets of chestnut balls.

The eldest uncle and the second uncle were both busy and couldn't come to help, so only her father came.

Otherwise, her father, a strong laborer, would have to run back and forth three or four times to carry these large baskets of chestnut balls.

Grandpa took a bag and filled it with chestnut balls for the few people to take back.

The most important and also the most laborious process of bringing the chestnut balls home is peeling them.

In previous years, the chestnuts at home were peeled by hand, but grandpa didn't let her peel them, saying that her hands were tender and would get hurt.

At that time, several old ladies came to chat with the old lady, and several old men sat together in the yard, peeling chestnut balls and chatting. In this way, the afternoon passed quickly.

Xiao Qingzhi sat on a small bench nearby, huddled in the crowd, listening to the adults chatting about past history.

In that war-torn era, how did they escape from the pursuit of the bad guys?

When bad guys come, people from the previous village will hold a clapper and run to the next village to remind everyone to hide in the mountains. Village after village, everyone works together just to survive in the troubled times.

Not to mention, we couldn’t even get enough food to eat at that time.

In the past, no one would have dared to imagine that we could eat pork every day.

Xiao Qingzhi blinked his eyes, sitting in the middle, listening very carefully. Even if he had listened to it three, four, or countless times, he would never get tired of it.

(End of this chapter)