Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

Liu Guixia smiled and said, "The seeds of the tree have sprouted on the ground. Judging from the appearance of this tree, it should be two or three years old. We don't come here often to collect firewood, so I don't know."

Xue Erhu saw that these small trees were indeed the same species as the surrounding trees, so he didn't find it strange. He also thought that the surrounding trees had dropped their seeds and had grown like this after two or three years of growth.

But Xue Erhu did not rush down, but stood on the slope, looking at the faint golden yellow among so many small trees, and counting: "There is also there, there is also there, and there is... one, two, three, four, Five, six, seven, mother, there are seven trees with that golden thing hanging on it, it should be the fruit of that tree, why is the fruit hanging from that tree?"

"We've all come here, let's go and have a look." After speaking, Liu Guixia held her Yuebao with one hand and Xiaoyan with the other, lest the two precious children would fall when they went downhill.

When they got down the slope, both Liu Guixia and Xue Erhu found that there was quite a lot of grass under these small trees.

Jiang Yue and Xue Yan had expected yesterday that small trees and grasses might grow within this acre of land. Now they are naturally not surprised, they just follow Liu Guixia obediently, shuttle among the small trees, come to the lemon tree closest to them.

The lemon is about the same height as a small tree, and there are many golden lemon fruits hanging on it. From each tree, you should be able to pick a small half bag of lemon fruits.

"This tree looks a bit like an orange tree," Xue Erhu said while staring at the tree in front of him, "but the fruit doesn't look much like an orange." He also pinched it. "It's all yellow, it should be ripe, but this is quite hard. If the orange is yellow, it will be much softer than this."

But Liu Guixia remembered something, and hurriedly said to Xue Yan, "Xiao Yan, do you still remember, when your father and I went to see you in the academy two years ago, a few trees of this kind were planted in your academy."

Xue Yan said: "Mother, it shouldn't be this thing, the citron grown in the academy is very similar to this one, but the fruit of citron is much larger than this, and the surface is rougher than this, this one is much smoother , and the leaves of this one are much thicker than those of citron."

"That's right," Liu Guixia stared at a golden fruit again, "What is this? I don't know if it's delicious or not? Do you want to pick it back and take a look? It's all the same color, it must be an elder."

Hearing this, Jiang Yue and Xue Yan exchanged glances.

Before they pretended to make too many wild things, now as long as there are wild things, their family will subconsciously think whether it is delicious.

"Then take it back, it will rot if you put it on it anyway." Xue Erhu said with a smile. "There are only seven, two baskets are about the same, so I just carry them back. Isn't Yuebao thinking about eating, maybe he can make something delicious."

It's alright now, Jiang Yue and Xue Yan stopped looking at each other.

Then, Xue Erhu ran to tell his elder brother, who was still picking sweet potatoes back, that when his elder brother came back from home to pick them again, remember to bring two more empty baskets, saying that there were wild things.

Xue Yihu smiled and agreed.

There were no baskets at all, and they didn't know where to put them after picking them. Xue Erhu and Liu Guixia went to gather firewood again. When Xue Yihu brought the empty baskets, it was not too late to pick the yellow fruit.

When the family found out, Jiang Yue and Xue Yan were no longer in a hurry, and went under the firewood tree to help pick up the firewood and tie it up.

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