Yue Siyuan was astonished to see these fresh elm yellow mushrooms and couldn't help but ask a few questions. When Zhixin told him that they were grown by a ten-year-old girl, Siyuan's curiosity was piqued. "Brother Xu, your daughter truly has a bright mind to come up with such a thing. Good for you, brother, you are indeed blessed," he said with a hint of envy in his voice.
Zhixin waved his hand dismissively, "There's no such thing as being particularly blessed. We farmers make our living from the soil; working the land is the foundation. All this is just something to do during the slack farming season, to earn a little extra cash. My little girl has always been wild, like a little boy, running around the hills with Wenhan and his friends. She must have seen a lot, which probably made her more inventive."
