Liu Guixia smiled and said, "The seeds of the tree have sprouted on the ground. Looking at the appearance of this tree, it should be two or three years old. It's also because we don't come here often to gather firewood that we don't know about."
Xue Erfu saw that these small trees were the same species as the surrounding trees, so he didn't find it strange. He also felt that the surrounding trees had dropped their seeds and only grew like this after two or three years of growth.
However, Xue Erfu was not in a hurry to go down. Instead, he stood on the slope and looked at the faint golden color among the small trees. "There's also one there, there's also one there, and there's also that... One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Mother, there are seven trees with that golden thing hanging on them. It should be the fruit of that tree, right? Why is there a fruit hanging on that tree?"
