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Frost and Heizi were really fast. Not long after they got to the mountain, they had turned over half of the pine needles. There were already seven or eight small piles of mushrooms on the ground. It would take at least two buckets to pack them all up. Everyone was a little worried.

I was originally worried about whether there would really be so many mushrooms to pick, but now I am worried about how to take them back.

"What should I do? There are so many. Should I go back and bring the iron pots?"

Jing Mingyue sat on the ground and rested for a while. When she was no longer out of breath, she did not turn over the mushrooms. Instead, she squatted in the pile of mushrooms and threaded them onto bamboo sticks one by one. However, her speed was really slow, even slower than embroidery. She frowned and looked worried as she threaded them.

Jing Chunxi no longer had the interest to pick mushrooms. If she couldn't solve the problem of the container, no one else could.

With so many people working, she doesn't need to turn over the pine needles. She should first solve the problem of how to take the mushrooms back!

Shi Lang’s idea was the most direct: “No, everyone should take off their raincoats and go back.” They didn’t care if their clothes got wet just for this little mushroom.

The others disapproved but didn't voice their opinions, and Erlang immediately rejected them: "Forget it. Don't make this move unless it's absolutely necessary. In this kind of weather, how long will it take for wet clothes and pants to dry? If you get sick again, it won't be worth it. Typhoid fever is very expensive to treat, and living together can easily spread infectious diseases."

But Shiro was still muttering to himself: If all else fails, I could just take off my underwear and tie up my trouser legs to fit more. But in the end, he didn't say this bad idea out loud.

Tao Jin silently used a stick to pick up the pine needles on the ground. Heizi was responsible for picking them up behind him and did not participate in their discussion.

Heizi kept talking: "If only all the forests had so many mushrooms, my mother and her family could eat mushrooms every meal.

The South is great. There are so many treasures in the mountains, and people can survive even without planting anything in the fields. It's not like where we are, where there's nothing but grass.

Mushroom stew with mutton must be delicious, at least it won’t starve you to death.”

Tao Jin became more and more annoyed as he listened, and slammed his stick on the ground: "Shut up!"

He didn't like picking mushrooms at all, and he hated turning over pine needles even less.

Heizi didn't dare to move. He didn't know what had gone wrong with his master. He usually liked to nag like this, but his master would just ignore him and never get angry.

Looking around, Tao Jin didn't see the ugly girl. Heizi's voice made him feel uncomfortable for no reason, so he threw down his stick and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Heizi didn't dare to say anything, not knowing what he had said to offend his master. He usually talked a lot with his master and was never scolded. Now he had offended him twice. As expected, the master who wanted to poop had a bad temper.

But, when we first arrived, didn't the master go to the bathroom behind a tree? Could it be that his stomach is bloated from the porridge he drank this morning? Never mind, this is something I really can't do.

Heizi resigned himself to his fate and continued picking mushrooms, searching and picking them up by himself as before.

It would certainly be good to use a bucket to store mushrooms, but the bucket had been thrown into the space a long time ago, and Jing Chunxi certainly couldn't take it out again. The wooden basin would definitely not work either, as it couldn't hold many. Even if he wanted to borrow it, he had to return to the post station first to take it out.

It would definitely not be a good idea for a big pot to suddenly appear in the mountains. If such a thing appeared out of thin air, people would think there were robbers in the mountains and they threw it.

After walking around the space for a while, Jing Chunxi finally and cautiously took out two large, half-new backpacks. These were originally used to carry vegetables in the mansion kitchen, and it was not out of place for people in the mountains to carry such things. He also took out three bamboo baskets, which were also used to carry sweet potatoes and potatoes. He decided not to take those that were not available in the mountains or were too small.

"What are you doing here!" Jing Chunxi was startled by a sudden voice from behind. She quickly stroked her chest: Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately I got out.

He had clearly used the excuse of being behind everyone else and even hid behind two large trees before he dared to operate, but how did he still get discovered by the little dandy? This guy is really haunting, not working but coming out to scare people.

"What? Scaring people can kill them." At this time, taking the initiative is the best countermeasure to prevent him from chattering.

Tao Jin had a blank expression on his face, but he was suspicious in his heart: "I thought a wolf had taken you away." He was obviously very worried, but the words he said were really unpleasant to hear.

Jing Chunxi cursed in his heart hundreds of times: "Are you often beaten by your father at home?" It would be strange if he didn't get beaten for being so rude.

Tao Jin: ...

Willing to lie down and be humble: "So, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you see it? Look how good I am at picking up something good. This must have been hidden here by the mushroom pickers for their convenience."

Tao Jin had seen the things on the ground before, but he was a little surprised: Why didn't this backpack feel like something people in the mountains used? Instead, it looked a bit like something in his kitchen.

The three bamboo baskets were a mix of old and new, but the weaving was incredibly elaborate. Are mountain dwellers that particular these days? Were they really for picking mushrooms? And why wasn't there a speck of dirt or leaves clinging to them?

He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, so he asked, "Who was hanging on the tree just now?"

It's impossible to be so clean hanging on the tree, but there are no tree holes to hide things or ropes to hang baskets.

"if not!"

Jing Chunxi didn't answer him directly, but directly said: "Has anyone told you? If you meddle in other people's business too much, you won't live long!"

I want you to doubt, I want you to doubt, I am not afraid of your doubt, because your doubts must be supported by facts: If it is not hidden by someone else, tell me where this thing came from!

"Hurry up, don't dawdle, you should carry one too. Let's collect all the mushrooms on the ground, otherwise they will come up and snatch them away." Seeing that they could pick up so many mushrooms, others would probably be jealous and envious if they didn't grab them. It was better to collect them first.

Tao Jin obediently shouldered a backpack and followed with two bamboo baskets. He felt a bit humiliated, as he hadn't done any work other than plucking pine needles with a long stick, but had come to be someone else's lackey, and had been bossed around by this ugly girl.

"Where did you get this bamboo basket and backpack?" Silang was excited to see something that could hold mushrooms, and asked the same question as Tao Jin.

Just now, the brothers were discussing whether they should go back and borrow two buckets and a shoulder pole from the cook. But they were worried that someone would get there first, and if they went back, it would be a wasted trip. Now they were glad they didn't go back.

Before Jing Chunxi could reply, he could only complain in his heart that Silang was also a nosy person.

Tao Jin: “I picked it up!”