After being reborn, the young master returned to his village and led his wife and daughters to prosp

In the ward, Lin Shuying looked at Lin Fan, who had a pained expression on his face.

He glanced at his little daughter, who was gently tugging at his clothes and looking at him obediently and sensibly, and felt a warm flame envelop his heart.

The ice that had long filled her heart seemed to melt away with the flames, turning into a warm current flowing through her limbs and bones.

Lin Fan's fingers traced across her fair cheek. Lin Shuying let out a soft moan, finally stopping her tears and revealing a radiant, beautiful smile.

Without saying anything else, Lin Shuying's thousand words of unspoken thoughts ultimately turned into a single admonition to Lin Fan.

"Be careful on the road."

As Lin Fan rode his old bicycle out of the ward, his heart was filled with excitement.

Even the biting cold wind that comes with early spring doesn't feel freezing anymore!

Recalling Lin Shuying's parting words and her tender, loving eyes, Lin Fan felt as if he had been injected with adrenaline, and he felt an inexhaustible energy throughout his body.

The old bicycle pedaled incredibly fast, covering the more than 20 li (approximately 10 kilometers) in just over an hour.

Back home, Lin Fan rummaged around for a while, trying to find some more clean clothes for his wife and daughter to take back to the hospital.

Unfortunately, the wooden box containing the clothes was rummaged through but few decent garments could be found. Most of them were patched and torn, looking quite shabby.

Qiao'er's shoes were all hand-me-downs from her eldest sister's little niece; they were worn out and a size too big for Qiao'er's feet, so they didn't fit.

Seeing this, Lin Fan could only helplessly close the wooden box, muttering, "I need to find a way to make money..."

With his past life's experience, making money wasn't actually difficult for Lin Fan. It was just that he had a lot of different ideas in his mind right now, and they were quite chaotic. He didn't know where to start.

Of course, no matter which path he takes, there is a basic prerequisite: he must first accumulate his first pot of gold.

Right now, I haven't paid back the 1,500 yuan my adoptive parents brought me. I need to earn money to pay that back before I can talk about anything else.

Lin Fan plans to continue selling mushrooms and pheasants for now.

After all, even after deducting Lin Fan's personal labor costs and effort, selling wild mushrooms could earn him a dozen yuan a day. If he was lucky enough to catch two or three pheasants, he could earn thirty or forty yuan.

In that era, a worker's average daily wage was only four or five yuan, so this kind of business could be considered extremely profitable.

Without hesitation, Lin Fan tidied up his house briefly, then picked up his basket and tools and headed up the mountain.

Two days after the rain, the mushrooms on the mountain are growing even better today than they did yesterday.

However, Lin Fan did not rush to pick them. Instead, he followed the signs he had made the day before, heading towards the areas where flocks of pheasants were known to appear.

First, he set many deep traps nearby, then caught some insects and wild fruits and scattered them into the traps. After doing all this, Lin Fan carried a basket on his back and went to pick mushrooms.

So, if you come back to check around dusk and see if you can catch any pheasants, it all depends on luck.

After all, hunting with traps depends 30% on skill and 70% on luck. No matter how well your trap is disguised or how cleverly you set the bait, if there are no pheasants nearby, you will only return empty-handed.

Similarly, wild mushrooms in the mountains can only be harvested in large quantities during the rainy season.

Both of these are unstable sources of income, which are formed by accumulating initial capital during favorable seasons, but cannot be relied upon for a long-term livelihood.

Lin Fan understood this principle, so he worked extra hard today. When he was thirsty, he would drink some mountain stream water, and when he was hungry, he would eat some of the vegetable dumplings he had brought back.

There was almost no time to rest; the entire afternoon was spent picking mushrooms.

By evening, as the sun was setting, the basket on Lin Fan's back was already full, and it was much heavier than yesterday. Lin Fan estimated that it weighed close to fifteen pounds.

"Phew~ Almost there, let's go check if we've caught any pheasants!"

Lin Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, patted the leaves and dirt off his body, and then followed the marked directions toward the pole where the deep traps had been set.

Before long, three more plump pheasants were hanging from Lin Fan's waist, their beautiful tail feathers gleaming in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Lin Fan patted the pheasant at his waist with satisfaction and smiled, "Good luck, I sold all of these and made over a hundred yuan. If this continues, I'll be able to pay off my debt in a few days!"

Looking up at the sky, Lin Fan no longer hesitated and chose a small path he had never taken before, preparing to quickly descend the mountain.

After all, it had just rained, and the mountain roads were slippery. There might still be wild animals like wild boars roaming in the forest.

Despite his extensive experience, Lin Fan couldn't guarantee that nothing unexpected would happen. If something were to happen to him, his entire family would inevitably face tragedy. Therefore, Lin Fan cherished his life all the more now.

Halfway there, we came to a small, collapsed canyon.

Seeing this, Lin Fan frowned slightly and was about to go around it when he suddenly spotted a bright spot below the deep canyon that was several meters wide.

"Wait, is that... wild ginseng?"

There, at the base of a thick old tree, lay a ginseng root, about the thickness of a forearm, which was quite exaggerated.

Lin Fan was extremely familiar with the mountains and forests. He had been fortunate enough to see wild ginseng a few times in his previous life. This stuff was very valuable and was sold by the gram. A gram of good quality ginseng could cost tens or even nearly a hundred yuan.

If we could harvest that old ginseng from below and sell it to the hospital, we could make a fortune.

Looking down at the small canyon that was more than ten meters deep, Lin Fan finally gave up. He decided to go home and plan for a few days to make thorough preparations before coming down to pick the fruit.

Anyway, this place is rarely visited by people, and it's difficult for wild animals to go down here, so there's no need to worry about someone getting there first.

Having stumbled upon a treasure and about to make a fortune, Lin Fan had a smile on his face all the way home.

In the evening, there were few people on the paths of Qingshui Village. Occasionally, Lin Fan would see a few familiar faces, but he didn't go up to greet them and just kept walking with his head down.

As we passed by the Lin family's old house, a middle-aged couple walked towards us.

Because they looked unfamiliar, Lin Fan simply turned away slightly and passed them without going up to speak.

Zhang Fuqiang and Zhao Chunhua's smiles froze as they watched Lin Fan walk past them without even glancing at them.

The two are the eldest sister's mother-in-law and father-in-law.

He lives in a neighboring village, and his visit to Qingshui Village is somewhat related to Lin Fan.