In addition to picking oranges, this is the first time that the father and son have entered the mountain together this year.

The mountains are still the undulating mountains of the past, and the father and son are still the father and son.

However, the younger one has grown up and the older elder has become.

Just like some plants in the mountains, the small ones grow taller, but the tall ones either take off their leaves and leave only bare branches, or fall directly under the knife and only rotten roots are left.

Time never gives preferential treatment to anyone.

Even these undulating mountains and even the continuous streams have changed their appearance as time goes by.

The mountains are greener and thinner and the water is shallower. Even the stones buried under the ground have exposed most of their bodies under the erosion of wind and rain, oxidized and corroded.

Liu Qingshan looked back at his white-haired father panting because he couldn't keep up with his steps, and said with some helplessness: "Look, I said everything, I didn't let you follow me, you had to come. You had to go this far, and you were so panting. Then how could you dig yam later?"

Liu Yuanhe took a deep breath, and said with his waist, "A little road? We have walked the mountain road for almost an hour and have never rested. I was surprised. Did you take any medicine? Why does it seem that there is nothing wrong with it?"

"Hehe, it's not that I took some medicine, it's that you're old." Liu Qingshan smiled, looked at the dense forest around him, and said, "How about this, you dig in this area, I'll dig in front. If there is anything, just call me. If I don't respond, you call me."

"It's OK." Liu Yuanhe really couldn't walk anymore.

Although he only walked for more than an hour, he had to trot a few minutes to catch up with this brat in this more than an hour.

I really don’t know if this brat has been hit by evil or why. He walks fast and steadily, and he doesn’t even breathe.

That's a hell.

After leaving my father in this area where the terrain is relatively flat and there are a lot of yams growing, Liu Qingshan walked forward.

In fact, if he followed his previous temperament, he might not agree to let his father go into the mountain to dig yam, and would not agree to take his father into the mountain with him.

However, after experiencing the incident of Orange and seeing the village chief being suppressed by wood, and having an uncle who has become an official but still has to get up early and go to bed late every day to sell some side dishes, Liu Qingshan knew very well that these fathers always dissatisfied with their old age.

This is true for the village chief, the uncle, and the father at home.

So he wanted to try to cater to his father's stubbornness and take care of his father's stubbornness as much as he could.

Just like my father once cared for him.

He looked back at his father who was resting on the roadside, and couldn't help but smile.

He thought to himself that one day, I am afraid that he will become what his father is now. It is said that the best education for his children is to teach by example. He hopes that when he has children in the future, when he gets old, his children will silently protect the "stubbornness" that belongs to every father like him now.

The stubborn father dug yam for a day. Although he only dug twenty or thirty kilograms, he was also very happy.

When I got home, I kept showing off to my wife: "Haha, look, the yam I dug today is at least twenty kilograms. If I sell it, it will cost about four hundred yuan."

Wu Cuimei glanced at the bag of her husband's yam, and then looked at the two sacks of yam that her son had just put on the ground. She inevitably poured cold water on her husband: "What's so proud of just digging this little? Look at my son, I dug two sacks."

Liu Yuanhe was hit hard: "What's this? If I were as young as him and had great strength, then I could dig so much."

"Come on, stop bragging. Haven't you been young? You haven't seen you dig so many yams before."

Liu Yuanhe felt wronged. Who knows what this brat ate, and his strength is too great.

Today in the mountains, he saw his son digging yam with his own eyes. That scene can only be described as shocking the world and crying ghosts.

When someone digs a yam, even if it is a very small yam, it has to be dug for more than ten minutes. But this stinky brat is completely different. No matter how big or small it is, it is a large piece of soil with a hoe. In a short while, a large hole was dug on the ground and exposed the entire yam completely.

If it weren't for his own birth, he would have suspected that this brat was transformed by a monster in the mountains.

However, when he said that, what made the family even more worried was not whether his son was his biological son, or whether he was a monster in the mountains.

But, can it be sold out with so many yams?

When the family was watching TV, they were still worried about this.

"Although no one digs yams for sale now, it seems a bit difficult to sell out so many yams in one day." Liu Qingshan sat in the corner, using a small fan to fan the dried mugwort leaves that had just lit in the aluminum basin.

These mugwort leaves are harvested in summer. They are dried after harvesting and stored on the kitchen slab floor. They are smoked by fireworks all year round and are already very dry.

However, it is too dry and can easily catch fire, so every few days, you have to take a handful of them under the dark bed to recover, and then use them to smoke mosquitoes.

Although it is autumn now and the weather is getting a little cooler, in this short place in winter, there should be pests such as mosquitoes and flies.

So as soon as he had a full meal, Liu Qingshan ordered a handful of moxa leaves and slowly fanned the smoke in the corner of the living room. After a while, a strong smell of mugwort leaves and clover was lingering in the entire living room.

"What's the problem?" said the mother staring at the handsome man on the big butt TV. "Didn't you say yesterday that you sold all the yams you brought yesterday in just a few hours. It's definitely OK tomorrow."

"The problem is that I brought not many yams yesterday, only a few dozen kilograms. But the yam I will bring tomorrow, plus the dozen kilograms my dad dug, is almost 300 kilograms. When others see such a huge amount, they must doubt whether these yams are wild. You don't know that yesterday a man sold artificially grown yams as wild yams, and was finally taken away by people from the industrial and commercial department. After yesterday's incident, I guess that when others see a large amount of yams, they will not dare to buy them."

"Oh, there is something like this." After hearing that someone had cheated and was arrested, Wu Cuimei took her eyes off the TV and looked at her son worriedly, "What should I do? If someone sees you selling hundreds of kilograms of yam at once, then she will definitely think that your yam is grown. It doesn't matter if the yam is not sold at that time, but if you are also caught, it will be troublesome."

"Yes, but I'm not worried about being arrested, I'm worried about not being able to sell yam." Liu Qingshan thought for a while and looked at his father who was staring at his phone, "Why don't you go to the county town with me tomorrow."

Liu Yuanhe didn't watch TV or his son. He was staring at his brick phone and was fascinated by what he was watching. He didn't know what he was watching. Apart from making phone calls, he could only send text messages. At most, he could set an alarm clock or something. I really don't know what's good about it.

Seeing that he had no reaction for a long time, Wu Cuimei slapped Liu Yuanhe and made Liu Yuanhe's back numb: "Call you call me, what are you looking at? What are you looking at? What are you so beautiful? Come on, let me see too."

As he said that, Wu Cuimei was going to snatch Liu Yuanhe's cell phone.
Chapter completed!