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

After dinner, the father and his two sons discussed going into the mountains in the dark to pick some more wild mushrooms.

It's so late, we definitely won't be able to catch any pheasants, but if the three of us put in a little effort, we can still get twenty or thirty pounds of mushrooms.

I've picked them. I'll deliver them to the restaurant owner in the county town tomorrow.

Although mushrooms don't earn as much as snails, they're easier to harvest; once you find the right spot, it's just a matter of bending down and reaching out.

The three of them put on their coats, took old-fashioned flashlights, and went into the mountains.

They worked until after 10 p.m., and the baskets on their backs were full before they finally returned together!

"Sigh, what a pity. Wild mushrooms have a low profit margin, unlike snails. If we hire people to pick them for us, we won't make much money!"

A vast, endless mountain range can be an obstacle, or it can be a treasure trove.

They were now like people who had found the key to a treasure, and they couldn't bear to watch the treasure slip away.

Hearing his adoptive father's sentiments, Lin Fan smiled and said, "It's alright, Dad. Every little bit counts. When we have free time, we can come and pick a dozen or twenty pounds of mushrooms. The money we earn will be enough for our family to live on for a long time."

"Besides, if we brought home hundreds of pounds of these wild mushrooms like snails, who would we sell them to?"

That's true. No matter how popular a small restaurant is, it's impossible for it to consume hundreds of kilograms of wild mushrooms in a single day.

Lin Fan didn't feel it was a pity. He originally decided to pick mushrooms only to accumulate initial capital, and didn't expect to make a lot of money from it.

The father and his two sons chatted as they hurried home.

As we entered the village from the mountain, it was already completely dark, so dark that we couldn't see our hands in front of our faces.

As I walked, a faint shout suddenly came from behind me.

"Uncle Lin! Uncle Lin!"

The three exchanged a glance and stopped in their tracks, somewhat surprised.

"Dad, can you hear someone calling you?"

One person might be imagining things, but if three people heard it, then there's definitely someone chasing them.

"Don't go yet, wait a minute, let's see who it is!"

Lin Desheng spoke with a puzzled look, and then the three of them stood in the middle of the road with their baskets on their backs, and shone their old flashlights behind them.

A short while later, a figure walked quickly toward them, following the beam of the flashlight.

The figure was somewhat hunched over, and it seemed to be holding something in its hands.

As he ran, he shouted, "Is that Uncle Lin up ahead?"

This time they were closer, and all three could hear clearly.

Lin Desheng seemed to know this person very well, and he was able to identify the person's identity just by their voice.

"It seems bold?"

Lin Fan was taken aback for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Dadan? Dad, is he from our village? Why does his name sound so strange?"

Zhang Weihao is from the next village, so he knows even less about the situation there.

Lin Desheng nodded when he heard Lin Fan's question.

Just as they were about to speak, they saw that the man had already run up to the three of them, panting heavily.

This is a young man who is about the same age as Zhang Weihao.

He was tall and thin, and it was hard to see clearly because of the darkness. But when the flashlight shone on his face, you could vaguely make out that the young man's features were not bad, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He was standing in front of the three of them, looking at them with a simple, honest smile.

"How dare you! What are you doing coming from over there? Did you go into the mountains?"

Da Dan's cuffs and trouser legs were damp, just like Lin Fan and the others, obviously from the dew on the plants in the forest at night.

He was carrying a large wooden bucket in his hands, the contents of which were unclear, and he seemed to be carrying something on his back, which made his thin and upright body slightly bent.

With a bold and honest smile, he scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Uncle Lin, isn't it because I heard that your family collects snails?"

"I went to the riverbank and collected some. On the way back, I was lucky enough to encounter a yellow shrew, which took me a while to deal with, so I came back late."

"I saw your silhouette from afar and followed you, but I didn't expect to run into Uncle Lin on the way."

Hearing that they were also there to sell snails, the three men's expressions changed slightly.

Lin Fan stepped forward and said with a smile, "Brother Bold, we'll naturally buy snails, as many as you can get!"

"But it's dark here, and we don't have a scale with us. We'll have to trouble you to come home with us. We'll weigh you and then we'll give you the money!"

Upon hearing this, Da Dan's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded: "Okay, of course, of course, then I'll trouble the Lin brothers!"

The Lin family's old house was located in the center of the village, so the four of them returned home after walking for a short while.

Once home, Lin Fan quickly took out his accounting book and the family scale, and then boldly weighed the child.

"Brother Bold, look at this, it weighs a total of thirty-two pounds and six ounces, which is fifty cents a pound. I won't go into the exact amount, how about I give you seventeen yuan?"

After weighing him, Lin Fan glanced at Da Dan with some surprise.

Among the many villagers who came to buy snails today, very few weighed more than 30 jin (15 kg).

This daring guy, who looks unremarkable and honest, actually managed to collect so many snails!

"Alright, thank you, neighbor."

She took a bold step and gave Lin Fan a grateful look.

Even a few extra cents is still money; it could buy two bags of salt.

Lin Fan counted out more than ten yuan from his cloth bag and handed it to Dadan.

He boldly took the money, and immediately beamed with joy, his face full of satisfaction.

He then looked at Lin Desheng and said politely, "Uncle Lin, I won't trouble you any further. I'll be going now."

Seeing that Da Dan was about to leave, Lin Fan called out to him.

"and many more!"

He boldly turned around and looked at Lin Fan with curiosity.

Lin Fan's gaze fell on the yellow pheasant he was carrying on his back, and he laughed, "Brother Bold, are you going to sell this yellow pheasant, or keep it for yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Dan Da shook his head with a wry smile: "Of course I'll sell it. This is a good thing; it can sell for eight or nine yuan a pound, which is more expensive than pork. I can't afford it!"

Huangjing is actually the name for the muntjac deer. Huangjing is a local folk name.

This is a small to medium-sized deer that lives in the mountains and forests, and its weight is generally similar to that of a wild goat.

Huang Jing's meat is not only delicious, but can also be used as a medicinal material. It is the most valuable and rare wild animal in the nearby mountains and forests, much more precious than the pheasant that Lin Fan hunted.

Of course, being more expensive than a pheasant also means being much rarer. Generally, only very experienced professional hunters can catch it. It's hard to say whether this boldness is a coincidence or he truly has excellent hunting skills.

"Brother Daredevil, do you have a seller? If not, how about selling it to me?"

Lin Fan stared at the deer, his eyes sparkling as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Dadan'er was quite surprised.

"Brother Lin, you're also buying deer?"