In early autumn, the cold starts to rise, and the green onion trees begin to turn yellow.

Qingshan Village.

A guest came to Chen Xiaomu's three old houses.

"Xiaomu, your father has been buried for a few days. Before, I was embarrassed to speak, but I heard that your father's 100,000 yuan loan to Jinhe is about to expire, so you probably can't pay it back. In this way, I bought your passion fruit for 5,000 yuan, and I think it's a handful of it. This is a contract, you sign it."

He is twenty-three years old this year, just graduated from university for a year. He originally worked in the city, but Chen Xiaomu, who came home because his father was seriously ill, was sitting there at the moment, looking at the contract on the table and was a little angry.

The person who came was Chen Dahai, who was considered a rich man in their poor mountain valley. He started planting passion fruits very early and made a fortune.

At the beginning of this year, at Chen Dahai's suggestion, Chen Xiaomu's father also began to plant passion fruits, and it should be the time to harvest.

Chen Dahai's orchard is naturally full of fruits and prosperity.

However, the fruits in their homes bear very little fruit and taste extremely light.

Xiaomu's father fell ill in anger and died shortly after a long time.

Xiaomu knew that when his father was going to plant, Chen Dahai promised to provide technology and do his best to solve the problem for them, so his father decided to plant it. However, he did not expect that Chen Dahai would not remember his previous promise at all and would not care about any problems. This led to the poor harvest of passion fruit in their family and the taste was not good.

"Chen Dahai, I won't sell my passion fruit trees."

Chen Xiaomu took a deep breath.

After his father died, he didn't want to go out.

My mother died early, and my father took care of her when she went to college. He didn't know his father's suffering before, but this time he came back to know that his father had supported him.

Now that my father is dead, only those passion fruits and a navel orange that has just been borne.

He had to stay here for a few years. He could not accompany his father during his lifetime, and now he is well with him.

"Oh, I remember that in two days, the 100,000 yuan will expire. You should know more than me who is Jinhe.

Although I can't help you pay off your debt, but if there are five thousand, it means five thousand. If you pay him five thousand, he may give you some more time.

If there wasn't any, he wouldn't let you go."

There was a hint of anger in Chen Dahai's eyes.

"You don't have to worry about it!"

Chen Xiaomu carried a bamboo basket and said, "I'm going up the mountain to collect herbs, please come back."

Chen Dahai snorted, stood up, and smiled coldly, "What are you stubborn with me? Tell you, if you don't pay the 100,000 yuan back, how could Jinhe let you go! Don't say it's passion fruit, even your navel orange will have to be paid to him!"

"Besides, what does it have to do with me if your family doesn't grow passion fruit well?

Just you father and son will make a fuck!”

"Also go up the mountain to dig medicine?

You are so stupid to read. Do you think you can pay back 100,000 yuan just by digging those medicines?"

...Chen Dahai said and left.

Chen Xiaomu looked at him leaving without expression.

A large yellow earth dog walked in with its tail wagged, and barked at Chen Dahai's back a few times.

"Dahuang, don't pay attention to him!"

Chen Xiaomu sighed and called Dahuang over, "Let's go up the mountain to collect herbs."

...Next to Qingshan Village, there is a very long mountain range called Qinglian Mountain Range. No one knows how big it is, because the mountains inside are high and dense, and no one has ever actually entered it.

But on the outside, many brave people have been there.

There are many herbs there, and many villagers will go there to pick herbs.

Jinhe's 100,000 yuan is indeed worth paying it, but what can Chen Xiaomu's family get?

After thinking about it, I had to pick herbs.

The Qinglian Mountains extend all the way to the next county, very long, as if a long dragon stretches across the earth.

The mountain road is steep and difficult to walk, Dahuang runs very fast, and Chen Xiaomu is almost unable to catch up.

After going to Qinglian Mountain, you can vaguely see a lot of herbs, but either the year is too small or it is not worth it.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. It is easy to pick or good year, and it has been picked by someone, so how can he get his turn?

I wandered around until noon, but I still found nothing.

He glanced deeper inside and gritted his teeth.

But Dahuang blocked him at this time and prevented him from entering.

Everyone in the village knows that it is not that safe inside.

"If you don't go in and take a look, Jinhe can't pay back the 100,000 yuan..." Chen Xiaomu murmured, "Darhuang, I don't want to go in, but what's the solution? Maybe someone will ginseng inside!"

After saying that, he didn't care about anything else and went in immediately.

Dahuang had no choice but to follow him quickly.

When I entered, I felt even more quiet.

Growing up in the village, Chen Xiaomu has never been here.

The most powerful hunters in the village know that it is very dangerous inside. Not only can you get lost when you enter, but you can also see beasts easily.

So most people in the village won’t go in.

The mountains are high and dense forests are lush, and the trees are lush and the shrubs are thriving.

It can be said that in the mountains, there is no feeling of autumn at all.

"Gasum mahjong..." But after entering, I found something good.

Chen Xiaomu was happy. He came in by himself, and it seemed that he was not in the wrong place.

He quickly picked up the things in with a bamboo basket.

After two hours, I have collected a lot of medicine, which should be worth two or three hundred yuan. For people in the mountains, this is not a small amount of money.

It was already noon and he didn't dare to stay here for too long, so he was ready to go out, but at this time he realized that he was lost.

"Rhubarb..." Chen Xiaomu was panicked and called Dahuang, a hare rabbit, over.

Dahuang was chasing her happily, but the rabbit was slipping in the mountains, and it didn't even catch any of them.

"Looking for the way, we're lost!"

Chen Xiaomu said a little worried.

Dahuang is familiar with human nature and immediately began to find a way.

As I walked, I suddenly saw a dilapidated temple in front of me.

Chen Xiaomu was a little surprised. Where did the dilapidated temple come from in this wilderness?

And he has never heard of such a thing since he was a child.

When I walked in, I found that the temple was small and broken. I don’t know if no one has been here for many years.

Chen Xiaomu walked up carefully and took a suspicious look inside.

I found that there was a statue that he could not see clearly.

At this moment, a painting in the statue's hand suddenly flew over and covered his head.

Chen Xiaomu was shocked and subconsciously reached out to grab it, trying to brush it away.

But the painting passed through his hands and instantly entered his body, disappearing.

"You and I have a fate. I will give you a picture of the mountains and rivers. I hope you can inherit the wish of the god of the mountain, open up peace in the world, enrich the granary of all directions, and let the mountains have water and keep hunger with the people."

A voice appeared in his mind, and countless messages poured into his mind.

Chen Xiaomu felt a little dizzy and fell down instantly.
Chapter completed!