Protecting the torch and lighting the cigarette, Chen Feng finally felt comfortable. Leaning back on the bed, he said, "Hey, if you're like this, you can still lie in my bed tomorrow."
Huang Fei gave an OK sign, everything was understood without words.
After chatting for a while, the two of them went to chop wood together, since they couldn't keep letting others chop wood all the time.
The two men chopped down two large bundles of firewood and put them on the ground. By this time, the campfire ring had been set up, and Zheng Ping put the firewood in and started a fire.
As the sun gradually sets and the sweltering air cools down, they've recently started enjoying herbal tea, finding it quite effective at relieving the heat.
They would even brew a large cup of it at night and bring it with them to drink the next day while panning for gold.
Chen Feng heated up the food and waited for the rice to cook.
He borrowed some green vegetables from his companion to eat with it later, otherwise it would be a bit too greasy.
"Hey Fengzi, what were you talking about yesterday on the phone about transferring the land title? Did you sell your house?" someone asked curiously.
"No, my house is leaking, so I bought Mrs. Chen's yard and plan to build another one." Chen Feng didn't intend to hide it; since they asked, he would tell the truth.
"Holy crap, you're building a house? Why didn't you say so earlier? Who did you hire?" Zheng Ping exclaimed in surprise.
Since everyone is so close, they'll definitely go and help Chen Feng when he builds his house.
"It's Li Dazhuang. Construction should start in a couple of days."
Chen Feng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, stuck a twig into the fire, took it out a few seconds later, and used the lit twig to light his cigarette.
"Wow, Fengzi, you just bought a car and now you've built a house. How much is the house? Have you negotiated it?" Yin Xing asked with a smile.
He estimated it would cost around 100,000 to build a decent house; most houses in the village are like that.
They had already guessed that Chen Feng, who was now earning so much, wouldn't be content to build a house worth only 60,000 or 70,000 yuan.
"Six hundred thousand, a two-story house with a garage." Chen Feng took a puff of his cigarette, not bothering to hide it, since they would find out sooner or later anyway.
"What the hell? Six hundred thousand!"
His companions were stunned. They stared at Chen Feng in disbelief, some even wondering if they had misheard.
Six hundred thousand? That's a lot of money. Even the village chief's house isn't built that luxuriously.
Chen Feng actually built it without warning! How much money has he made from gold panning lately?
"Six hundred thousand? You're not kidding us, are you?" Huang Fei said, his eyes wide.
"I'm not kidding you, it really is 600,000." Chen Feng turned around and smiled at their incredulous looks.
"Don't look at me like that. I can't come up with that much money all at once. I just build it, earn money, and borrow from people as I go."
“My mother had a savings of over 100,000 yuan, which she had accumulated over the years. I took it all and borrowed some from relatives as well.”
"Then I went to the bank to take out a loan and paid back 300,000 yuan, with monthly payments."
"I'll save up and borrow the rest as I go," Chen Feng said, teasing them.
"How about you each chip in for me?"
Everyone took this seriously, because even if Chen Feng was lucky, it was impossible for him to save up several hundred thousand in such a short time.
This is simply impossible.
"If you really want it, I can go home and scrape together some money. I don't know the exact amount, but it'll be at least ten thousand yuan. If that's not enough, I can scrape together some more," Huang Fei said, calculating the spare cash he had on hand.
“I’m short on cash lately and I still have debts to pay off, but I can manage to scrape together five thousand. If that’s not enough, I’ll tell them to wait and I’ll give you the money first.”
When Zheng Ping saw that Huang Fei had said so, he knew that Chen Feng really wanted to borrow money, so he would definitely do his best to help Chen Feng.
"I can scrape together three thousand."
"I have two thousand spare cash. You can take it and use it first."
“I don’t have any spare cash, but the money I bought last time plus what I bought this time should be enough to make two thousand.”
Everyone spoke up, their expressions quite serious.
Hearing their replies, Chen Feng felt a warmth in his heart. He knew that none of them were well-off, and he had only meant to joke with them; he didn't really intend to borrow from them.
Unexpectedly, everyone took his joking tone as a sign that he was embarrassed to borrow money, and they all took it seriously.
"It doesn't matter how much, as long as you can give it to me, it's the thought that counts," Chen Feng said, putting away his smile and nodding.
"Okay, I appreciate everyone's kindness. Thank you all. I have enough money for now, but if I need more for the renovations later, I'll ask you for some."
Chen Feng looked at everyone and said.
His choice not to disclose his true income is actually better for everyone.
It's not just to protect myself, but also to avoid causing them trouble.
My daily income is indeed outrageous. If word got out, not only the village, but even the gold prospectors in the vicinity would probably be in an uproar.
In the end, it will cause a lot of trouble for myself and my loved ones, so I guess this is a white lie.
Listening to Chen Feng's words, everyone nodded and said that they should let them know when they needed it and not be shy.
In fact, from the moment they arrived in Qiuling City, they had already unknowingly separated themselves from other gold prospectors and become in the same boat.
They probably haven't even realized it themselves yet.
The food was ready by then, and everyone picked up their bowls and started eating.
Chen Feng finished off the remaining half-can of braised pork knuckle, feeling quite full.
As usual, everyone sat around the fire, chatting and enjoying their daily relaxing time.
Actually, there are advantages to traveling together; at least you have someone to talk to, so you won't feel too lonely.
If you did this yourself, you'd be panning for gold the moment you open your eyes and sleeping the moment you close them. You could spend a week or even longer exploring like that. Nobody could stand it for long; people would really become withdrawn.
After Da Shan finished talking, everyone washed up and prepared to get in the car to rest. Chen Feng stretched lazily on the ground, casually poured out the foot bath water, went back to his small bed, and closed the trunk lid.
Chen Feng turned on the movie from yesterday and started watching it again.
I fell asleep as soon as I opened the movie yesterday. The movie ended, but Chen Feng didn't know anything about it.
As Chen Feng watched the movie, his eyelids began to droop, and soon he was snoring.
Around midnight, raindrops began to fall outside the carriage, tapping against the windows. The sound was neither too frequent nor too loud.
As time passed, the raindrops became more and more frequent, and the sound of rain outside the carriage became continuous, with large raindrops hitting the carriage and making a pattering sound.
Chen Feng felt a little cold in his sleep, so he wrapped himself tighter in the blanket and was slightly awakened by the sound of rain outside the window.
In fact, Chen Feng really enjoys falling asleep to the sound of rain. Every time it rains outside, Chen Feng sleeps exceptionally well inside, just like in a sleep aid video.
Accompanied by the sound of rain, Chen Feng drifted off to sleep comfortably. At this moment, he was unaware of what the rain meant for tomorrow. He only felt that the environment was incredibly relaxing, and his sleep became sweet.
(My sister's wedding was a 36-hour-long event. I finally saw off the last group of guests and was thinking of taking a break to sleep, but then I thought I'd better persevere. Thank you all for your support and understanding. I'm going to sleep now.)
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