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"Okay, boss, get a torch and let's go to the village chief's house and talk about this matter now."

Old Master Lin in the main room cleared his throat and said something. After a moment of silence, everyone started to move.

"Dad, I'll get you a torch!" Guangdan was eager to try.

Torches are made of pine resin and wooden sticks, and they can even bring in a small income for the villagers every year.

"Get out of the way. You're not even as tall as a torch." Lin Daniu sneered without any politeness.

What? His son's face? His son still has face?

But are we, the bald man, such a thin-skinned person? Impossible!

So when we went out, my uncle and I each held one side of grandpa tightly. After all, grandpa is the most senior person in the family!

The village chief, who is also the clan leader of Linjia Village, had just finished dinner and was chatting in the main room with his family about this year's harvest.

Seeing torches coming towards her yard from afar, the village chief's wife, Li, stood up curiously and stood at the door of the main hall, craning her neck to look.

"Hey, isn't this Daniu? Why are you and your father here at this time?" When the torch got closer, Li could see clearly that it was Lin Daniu and his sons.

"We came here to see the village chief about something." Lin Daniu looked at the dark sky and felt that his group was disturbing the village chief's home, so he spoke in an embarrassed tone.

Li curled her lips speechlessly. She guessed in her heart that he came to borrow some copper coins.

"Come in." The tone was not really enthusiastic.

Guangdaner looked through the dim light of the oil lamp in the main room and saw the village chief and his family all stretching their heads out curiously.

"Third cousin, if you have something to ask, just ask Daniu to come over and let me know. I will go there. Why would I trouble you to make a trip?"

The village chief was about forty years old. When he saw Grandpa Lin, he quickly put down the pipe in his hand, stood up and came over to support Grandpa Lin.

Guangdan watched from the side with some curiosity and thought that the village chief's family was quite interesting. The village chief's wife, Mrs. Li, was probably a person who wore everything on her face, but this village chief did not look simple, otherwise how could he be the village chief?

In the original novel, Lin Xingzhi's clan also rose to prominence under the leadership of this clan leader. Although they were not one of the most powerful noble families, they were basically well-known in Lingxi.

Who would have known that it is still in such a small corner.

"My dear nephew, there is something that the old man has to tell you. Guangdan, come here!" Old Master Lin interrupted Guangdan'er's daze in time.

"Grandpa." Guangdan looked at Grandpa Lin with his little head raised in confusion, not knowing what his grandfather was going to keep secret.

"Tell the village chief about digging and selling matsutake mushrooms that day." Grandpa Lin said seriously.

Guangdan'er's eyes lit up, and he straightened up immediately. He looked at the village chief with a sharp gaze and said, "Uncle village chief, I dug some mushrooms in the pine forest that day. I was greedy at the time, so I followed my uncle when he went to town and sold them in the restaurant!"

There's such a smug look in that little tone!

"Oh? What kind of mushrooms? How much did we sell our eggs for?" The village chief glanced at Grandpa Lin and asked meaningfully.

"Hehehe, my grandpa said that these are the kinds of mushrooms that Uncle Wu used to dig in the pine forest. They are very valuable. I went to the restaurant kitchen to sell them. There are so many!" As he said that, Guangdan stretched out three fingers and shook them in front of the village chief.

After thinking for a while, the village chief remembered that Uncle Wu seemed to have dug mushrooms from the pine forest a few years ago, but he was not very clear about this matter.

But he still cooperated and asked, "30 cents?"

The bald man shook his head like a rattle and said, "300 coins per pound! I'm awesome, right?"

After saying that, he continued to hold his little head high, and his smug look made him look like a little monkey.

"Oh? Third cousin, is this true? 300 wen per pound?" The village chief quickly sat up straight and looked at Grandpa Lin in disbelief.

Old Master Lin nodded confidently: "At that time, Guangdan went to the Fule Restaurant in town with Xiaoniu to sell it. It was indeed 300 coins per pound."

"Pah!" The village chief slapped his thigh excitedly after hearing this, and said to Guangdaner with a smile on his face: "You are really good! This time you have to ask your mother to cook an egg for you! You have made a great contribution to our village this time!"

The village chief paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "So was Uncle Wu fooled when he was selling mushrooms?"

"I don't think so. Guangdan said that the young chefs in the restaurant couldn't recognize the mushrooms. It was the older chefs who came out to check them and determined the price. This mushroom is probably not common, so some people couldn't recognize it and bought it as ordinary goods."

Grandpa Lin expressed his thoughts, and the village chief nodded in agreement. Guangdan pricked up his ears, looking like he was listening to gossip, when suddenly a thin arm appeared on his shoulder.

"Gudan, where have you been these days? You didn't even come to the private school! You weren't even by the ditch!"

A tiny voice entered Guangdan'er's ears, and the complaining tone sounded very aggrieved.

When I turned my head, a little black face appeared right in front of me.

"Come on, let's go out and talk!!!" Before Guangdan could say anything, he was dragged out of the main room by the short and stocky little guy.

"What's so fun about listening to you, sir? Let me show you my great general!!!" After saying that, the two of them went outside the main hall door.

"Wumao, take it easy. You almost broke my bones!" Guangdan frowned and lowered his head to straighten his clothes that were wrinkled by Wumao.

"Oh, Guangdan, let me tell you, Lin Jinbao's grandson said that you are afraid of him and that's why you don't dare to go to the private school!!"

Wumaoer, the second grandson of the village chief, had two little bumps on his head and spoke with a serious face.

"Ah? Jinbao?" Guangdan thought about it in circles and finally sorted out the relationship between these little guys.

Lin Wumao in front of him is Guangdan'er's best friend in private school, and the two have a lot in common.

Both are the second sons in the family.

Both of them have older brothers or younger brothers who are good at studying.

It goes without saying that Lin Goudan is good at reading. This elder brother of Lin Wumao is also a leader among the younger generation in Linjia Village and is currently studying at Moshan Academy in the county.

The village chief’s eldest son is called Lin Yicai. He was already a scholar when he appeared in the original novel. In the later plots, he always echoed Lin Xingzhi and was considered the best developed one in the clan except for Lin Xingzhi.

When the author was stuck on writing, he had already reached the fourth rank in the government, and was Lin Xingzhi's most trusted right-hand man.

But this little Wumao, uh, just like myself, basically has no role in the book.

As expected, the friends of cannon fodder are also cannon fodder! That’s right! Birds of a feather flock together! !

The last point is that the two of them neither like to study nor like to be lazy. They are birds of a feather.

As a result, Guangdan didn't go to private school these days, and Wumao was very lonely.

Next, let's talk about Jinbao. Jinbao is the grandson of the richest man in Linjia Village, and he always looks down on others.

He just disliked Goudan in the private school, but the teacher was protecting Goudan so he didn't dare to offend him, so he took out his anger on Guangdan, his brother.

From time to time they would challenge each other to a fight. As the kids in the village, when they fought they would just wave their little fists around and then go home and cry a few times.

Generally, adults in the family don’t take it seriously, but these little kids feel like they have done something a big deal!