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"Then what's going on with the hunting? You girl, you are really capable!" the villagers asked Lin Xiaoyue again. Xu Shi felt embarrassed to ask directly, and praised Lin Xiaoyue.

Lin Xiaoyue smiled.

"I learned from him when my father was there. Although my brain was not good before, my memory is still there. My father said at that time that my prospective boss is better than his."

"At that time, it was too difficult to look after the family, so I entered the mountain with the mentality of giving it a try. It turned out that I still have some talent for hunting."

When Lin Laosan was there, he did occasionally go into the mountains, but the prey he hit each time was not much.

She put the matter on Lin Laosan, who can find out if her mother doesn't say anything?

"You girl, if you survive the disaster, you will have good luck!" The villager sighed.

"Haha, Uncle Xie Xiang's auspicious words!" Lin Xiaoyue said with a hearty smile.

He continued: "And that mountain ginseng, which I found when I was hunting."

"At that time, I went to the medicine hall to see the wound, and I happened to see someone sending wild ginseng to the medicine store for sale. It was a whole one, even with the leaves. I think it happened to look like a wild radish I saw in the mountains. Just lean in and take a closer look."

"It turned out that the wild radish was actually a wild ginseng!"

The villagers' eyes were filled with excitement.

A ginseng for a house, how much is this worth!

"After digging up the wild ginseng, I sent the wild ginseng to the hospital. As a result, I happened to meet a foreign businessman. He said that the wild ginseng I dug was at least a hundred years old, and he bought my wild ginseng just because he needed it. ."

"A lot of money?" How much is this...how much?

Lin Xiaoyue smiled and nodded.

"Well. It was with this money that our family built a house." She didn't plan to say how much.

The villagers swallowed.

"Yes... Where did you find the wild ginseng?" asked anxiously.

"Just the mountain inside the back mountain." Lin Xiaoyue continued to talk nonsense.

Seeing Liu Shi nervously looking at herself, Lin Xiaoyue quickly looked at her mother again.

"Mother, don't worry, I won't go to the deep mountains in the future, nor will I go to the back mountains. Last time I saw wolves and leopards by the back mountain stream, and I was scared enough." Lin Xiaoyue winked at Liu's and said. .

The fiery look on the villagers' faces disappeared instantly.

Wolves and leopards? This is a deadly beast. Even if there are treasures in the deep mountains, you have to have the life to dig them.

Liu Shi knew that her daughter was deliberately speaking to outsiders, so she reprimanded Lin Xiaoyue for a few words, and then said nothing more.

Only then did the family begin to pay homage to the third Lin.

The Liu family bowed to the head of Lin Laosan's grave, and the others kowtowed to Lin Laosan in turn.

When everyone knelt down and worshipped, they all said something to Mr. Lin in their hearts.

Then, Lin Xiaozhi burned paper for Lin Laosan.

"Dad, don't worry. With Li Xiao and me at home, I won't let my mother and Xiaozhi suffer in the future."

"After the autumn harvest, when the academy starts, I will send Xiaozhi and Qing'er to the academy. Let our family be a scholar in the future."

Liu Shi wiped away his tears and said nothing.

Lin Xiaoyue stepped forward, took La Liu's hand, and relieved her heart.

After burning the paper, the family left.

Lin Xiaoyue also specifically said goodbye to the villager and asked him to help explain things when others talked about her.

The villagers responded happily and praised Lin Xiaoyue for being polite.

When she got home, Lin Xiaoyue saw that it was almost time, and was ready to take the cold cake to the town for delivery.

As soon as they reached the creek, the two children chased after them.

"Sister, brother-in-law said that you were going to deliver cold cakes to the town, is that true?" Lin Xiaozhi ran in a hurry.

Thank you for the monthly ticket that time is not old, love is desolate!