The group chatted idly, talking about their day's harvest.
"I estimate I'll make over a hundred yuan today. I didn't sleep well last night because I was thinking about Chen Feng's little bed."
"I'll be back soon anyway. I even stole a bag of spicy strips from Fengzi, haha." Huang Fei chuckled as he cooked noodles.
"Don't even mention it, I had such bad luck today." Zheng Ping was incredibly frustrated when he brought it up, drawing circles with a stick.
"What's wrong? Not a good harvest?" Yin Xing asked.
"Nothing else matters, but today I stepped in dog poop as soon as I went out, and it got all over my shoe."
"That despicable dog, damn it, he covered it up with dirt after he finished pooping. Who would have thought that dog poop was hidden so well, like a trap set by your mother?"
"The key is that there's a hole dug next to it, and it looks like it was filled in later. Isn't this just a way to lure me over there?"
"I'm speechless. How long will it take to clean it if I squat on the ground and scrub with sand?"
Yin Xing was shocked to hear this. There were dogs in this place?
The amazing thing is that the dog can even dig holes and dig sand; isn't that something cats do?
"Stepping in dog poop, haha, you're going to have a lucky day today!" Huang Fei laughed heartily upon hearing this.
"That's what I was thinking too. The problem is, we didn't see a single dog or chicken feather all day, and the harvest was less than usual."
"Who said stepping in dog poop brings good luck? That's not true either," Zheng Ping rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Chen Feng felt increasingly uneasy as he listened, and finally rubbed his face in exasperation.
"No way, buddy, the prerequisite for getting lucky is stepping in dog poop. What's the use of stepping in human poop?" Chen Feng chuckled.
"Human excrement? You mean it wasn't dog poop, but human poop?" Zheng Ping said, somewhat puzzled.
"Damn, who's so bored that they covered it up with dirt after they finished pooping!" Zheng Ping stared at the crowd.
After looking around, Zheng Ping's gaze finally landed on Chen Feng, who was suppressing a laugh.
"Damn it, it's you, isn't it? Were you doing this on purpose, just waiting for me to get there!"
Chen Feng was speechless when he heard this. He shook his head and laughed, saying, "No, you mean I covered it up, and you still managed to step on it? You're pretty amazing."
"You're like a rat, you see a hole and you want to go right through it, right?"
"Bullshit, I was just thinking it would be cooler under the bushes. If I can walk under the bushes, I will."
"I shouldn't have washed these shoes; I should have just thrown them in your bed tonight," Zheng Ping said indignantly.
Everyone burst into laughter, and Chen Feng could only shrug, indicating that it had nothing to do with him.
The food was cooked quickly, and everyone sat around the campfire, eating their meals.
Chen Feng ate a poached egg in the hot pot with relish, perhaps because his appetite was better in the evening than in the morning.
Chen Feng ate everything up, even soaking some rice in the hot pot broth.
Everyone's learned their lesson this time. After a long day, you really need to soak your feet at night.
Everyone took out a basin, scooped a few spoonfuls of boiling water from the large pot, added some cold water, and sat in front of the campfire to soak their feet.
After soaking their feet, everyone returned to the car to rest. Chen Feng lay back on his small bed, closed the trunk lid, and comfortably turned on his phone.
Worried about poor signal, Chen Feng cached some movies, planning to watch them until he got sleepy before going to bed.
Half an hour later, the phone was still ringing incessantly, and Chen Feng was already snoring loudly.
The next morning, Mrs. Chen and her family took Liu Ping to the county town to transfer the property. After returning, they handed the keys to Liu Ping and left by car.
This means that Mrs. Chen's courtyard has been completely renamed and has become an asset under Liu Ping's name.
Standing in the yard with the keys in her hand, Liu Ping felt a sense of unreality.
So it's mine now?
Soon, a two-story house of my own will be built in this place?
She walked into the house with a sigh, preparing to pack her things. Li Dazhuang would be coming to demolish the house in a few days, and she wanted to see if there was anything useful left, as it would be a pity to bury everything.
Upon entering the house, Liu Ping stared at the empty space and fell silent.
Cleaning up? What a load of crap!
The house looks like it's been ransacked; there's not a single hair left.
Let alone broken pots and pans.
Even the old Mrs. Chen took away the kang mat that she had used for seven or eight years and had several large tears in it!
Even if she kept it, Liu Ping would just throw it away; she couldn't possibly accept someone else's kang mat, as her family wasn't that poor.
But why would Old Mrs. Chen bring that thing to the city? It's all dirty, and there aren't any heated brick beds in the city.
No wonder her son looked impatient and frustrated when he left.
They must have had a lot of arguments last night.
Sometimes, what the elderly consider thrift is indeed a burden for their children.
Stubborn and obstinate old people are indeed very annoying.
Liu Ping reminded herself that when she got old, she must never be that kind of annoying old person.
There was nothing in the house, so Liu Ping went outside and went to the back garden.
This is the time when the vegetable garden should be thriving and lush with greenery.
As a result, Mrs. Chen's vegetable garden was overgrown with weeds and looked crooked.
As I was leaving, I overheard Mrs. Chen grumbling about how all her green beans had gone to waste.
Liu Ping was unaware of this situation at the time; if she had known, she would definitely have asked about it.
Green beans...where are they?
In a dream?
She put her hands on her hips and looked at the huge vegetable garden. She gently slapped her forehead. This vegetable garden was more than three times the size of her own garden. She had really taken on a huge job.
Now that the vegetable garden is my own, I can't just watch it go to waste.
Putting on gloves, Liu Ping went inside and started weeding.
Damn it, Chen Feng used to always complain that there weren't enough persimmons at home and that he didn't grow enough. Now he's really something else.
I'll dedicate a quarter of the map to planting persimmons. When they're ripe, I'll make persimmon and egg dishes for Chen Feng every day and smash him to death with the persimmons.
Let's see if he still says he didn't plant enough.
While Liu Ping was squatting in the vegetable garden, working hard, Chen Feng had just woken up in the abandoned mine two hours earlier.
Sitting on the bed, Chen Feng yawned and felt a little hungry.
Looking back at the cans in the Lock & Lock container, I randomly pointed with my finger.
Finally, his finger pointed to the braised beef, and the next second, Chen Feng picked up the Dongpo pork knuckle.
"Isn't this a bit too oily to eat first thing in the morning?" Chen Feng muttered.
Eating braised pork knuckle first thing in the morning? Who's a good person who eats braised pork knuckle first thing in the morning?
After getting up and heating up the food, Chen Feng went to wash up. By the time he came back and had a smoke, the food would be ready soon.
The lard melted under heat, and Chen Feng stirred it with chopsticks, revealing the entire contents of the can.
The can contained two and a half pork knuckles with skin on, stewed until incredibly tender when pierced with chopsticks.
There were no side dishes this time, just two large pork knuckles.
"I should have bought some lettuce to eat with it; it's not healthy."
"When eating pork knuckle, you should first pick at the skin!"
Opening the lunchbox, Chen Feng grabbed a piece of braised pork knuckle skin and put it in his mouth, followed by a mouthful of rice.
"It smells so good!"
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