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"It's the third son of the Lin family!"

"That brat, how can he be so heartless? He didn't even greet us when he saw us, what a scoundrel!"

Watching Lin Fan's departing figure, Zhao Chunhua couldn't help but complain.

She went to ask her daughter-in-law for money today but didn't get it, so she was already in a bad mood.

Now that he sees Lin Fan, the "real person," he's even more furious.

Lin Fan's eldest sister, Lin Shuhan, married Zhang Fuqiang and Zhao Chunhua's second son, Zhang Weihao.

Zhang Weihao's personality is somewhat similar to Lin Fan's adoptive father: he is taciturn, doesn't talk much, is honest, but knows how to love his wife and is kind.

After the couple got married, their families helped them build a new house in Qingshui Village.

Lin Shuhan and Lin Shuying have completely opposite personalities; one is gentle and tender, while the other is somewhat feisty and lively. Lin Shuhan is clearly the latter.

Therefore, after they got married, Zhang Weihao usually worked outside to earn money, and Lin Shuhan managed all the money he earned.

A while ago, during winter, the snow was so thick that the beams of Zhang Fuqiang and Zhao Chunhua's old house broke. They were also preparing to build a new tiled house, and the three sons in the family agreed that each of them would contribute money.

The youngest of the family, the third son, is 24 years old this year. He has been married for several years and still has some savings. In addition, since their parents have lost their home and are homeless, it is indeed the three brothers who should pay for this.

However, there's a proper way to pay. The eldest son has three sons and is under a lot of pressure. The elderly couple felt sorry for their grandson and asked for two hundred yuan.

The third son's wife is literate and I heard she's even a college graduate. She's ambitious and comes from a well-off family. They live in the county town, and she's thinking of buying a house there with the third son in the future, so she's saving up money.

So the elderly couple didn't ask for much, just a hundred yuan as a token.

But building a house now costs at least a thousand yuan, and they were still short by quite a bit, so the old couple thought they should ask their second son's family to contribute more.

With Zhang Weihao's personality, how could he refuse his parents' arrangements? So he agreed to save five hundred yuan to help his parents repair their new house.

These past two days were the agreed-upon days to deliver the money to the elderly couple, but Zhang Weihao hadn't made any move, so the elderly couple came to his door.

Upon inquiry, it was discovered that Lin Shuhan had taken the five hundred yuan she had saved and given it to her maternal family's third son, Lin Fan.

I heard that Lin Fan's wife and daughter are sick and hospitalized in the county town, and they need a lot of money.

So if they want money to build a new house, they can only do so after Lin Fan pays back the five hundred yuan.

They had just had a fight with their second son's wife at home because of this.

The second son's wife also had a fiery temper. Since Zhang Weihao wasn't home, she was in charge of everything, and the old couple couldn't do anything about it, so they could only leave in a huff.

"It's all your fault. I said I would marry the Liu family's daughter back then. Although she's a bit chubby and a bit slow-witted, at least she'd know how to be filial to us."

"Look at that girl from the Lin family! She doesn't treat us like her own mother-in-law or father-in-law at all!"

Zhao Chunhua glared at her husband and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

Zhang Fuqiang sighed and said, "My second son has taken a liking to her. I can't just break his legs and force him to marry the girl from the Liu family, can I?"

Zhao Chunhua said angrily, "That brat of a second son, he looks honest, but he's an ignorant and unfilial son."

"What's so good about the Lin family's girl? She's just pretty, but that doesn't put food on the table."

"When is the second son coming back? We need to get this money back as soon as possible. Are we really going to have to live in the eldest son's house every day? Are we even going to finish building the house?!"

Zhang Fuqiang said in a deep voice, "Soon!"

“I heard the work on the dam is almost finished, and he should be back in a few days. We’ll go there again when the second brother comes back. I’m afraid we won’t be able to get the money he earned back.”

"Hmph, when the second son comes back, if that girl from the Lin family can't come up with the money, don't blame us for being heartless as her in-laws. I'm going to make a scene at the Lin family's house. I want to see if the Lin family has any shame at all!"

……

Lin Fan hadn't seen his older sister and brother-in-law for several years, so he was naturally unfamiliar with his brother-in-law's family and didn't recognize them just now.

He carried a pheasant and a basket of mushrooms on his back. After returning home under the cover of night, he tidied up briefly and went to bed early.

The next morning, he set up the wooden ladder in his house, tied it to his old bicycle, and prepared to go into the mountains.

However, just as he finished binding the post, Lin Fan frowned and thought about it again, feeling that something was not quite right.

A place where wild ginseng can grow can truly be called a feng shui treasure land.

This thing has very high requirements for the geographical environment. It needs sufficient moisture, ventilation, direct sunlight, and the surrounding environment cannot be too dry; it needs to be humid.

In addition, there should be plenty of Suzuki shrubs and other similar trees around the plant, forming a healthy and complete ecosystem. At the same time, there should be no other herbaceous plants that would take away nutrients from the soil.

It's no exaggeration to say that in such a large mountain range near Liangshan County, you probably won't find another small valley like the one we encountered yesterday that could nurture wild ginseng.

Although Lin Fan got up very early today, riding a bicycle with a ladder was still too conspicuous. In order to prevent others from discovering this treasure place, Lin Fan decided to bring a rope instead.

Having made up his mind, Lin Fan put down the ladder and his old bicycle, tucked two large bundles of hemp rope from home into his pocket, and hurried toward the valley from yesterday.

In the early morning, dew covered the trees and groves in the mountains. After walking only a few steps, Lin Fan's trousers and sleeves were soaked.

Occasionally a gentle breeze would blow by, bringing a chill, but Lin Fan didn't feel cold. On the contrary, he was panting heavily and covered in sweat from walking so fast.

After arriving at the secluded valley, Lin Fan first tied two hemp ropes together securely, then tied one end to a thick tree above the valley and the other end to his waist, before carefully climbing down.

The distance of nearly 20 meters may not seem high, but it's still about the height of five or six stories. Falling from there would mean either death or broken bones, so Lin Fan was very careful.

With each step, a swaying rock was occasionally heard.

Once on the ground, Lin Fan could finally see the priceless wild ginseng plants beneath his feet, thanks to the morning light.

"So big, so many!!!"

Lin Fan stood at the bottom of the valley, rubbing his hands together, and couldn't help but get excited.

Below in the valley, beside an old tree trunk, several yellowish-white, irregularly gourd-shaped ginseng plants stood, their roots deeply buried in the ground, revealing small oval leaves and plump main trunks above.

This thing is a precious medicinal herb sold by the gram. Lin Fan couldn't see it clearly from above before and thought there was only one plant, but he didn't expect there to be at least three or four plants nearby.

Without much hesitation, Lin Fan immediately got to work, carefully digging into the soil near the ginseng with the shovel he had brought.