The pastoral life of the grass tribe chief

Lu Jiming and his three companions arrived at the Shiquangou convenience store, chatted with Lu Jichao and his group for a while, and then took their son swimming.

The people from Sichuan and Chongqing and the people from western Guangdong travel around.

"The stuff this guy grows is just different."

The man from Sichuan tore off a piece of southern snake-like herb, smelled it, and then chewed it.

"The animals they raise are also different."

The people from western Guangdong come from the mountains. Although they don't understand traditional Chinese medicine, they know a lot about herbs and agree with what the people from Sichuan say.

"The plants and animals here seem to be full of spirituality."

Upon arriving at the Bambusa textilis field and seeing the lush green bamboo leaves, the locals from western Guangdong were moved to express their feelings.

"This must be where the stone frogs are raised."

The man from Sichuan looked at the enclosed mountain area in front of him.

In their culture, the stone frog is called the pleated frog, the stick fish, the stone stick, or the stone pit frog, and it has extremely demanding requirements for its living environment.

Stone frogs have high medicinal value in traditional Chinese medicine, and he also knows about them.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The locals from western Guangdong couldn't resist their curiosity when they saw that the bamboo gate was only partially closed and not locked.

"Never mind, let Brother Yao show us around."

The people from Sichuan and Chongqing are now so frightened that they have developed a psychological trauma, fearing that another large wolfhound might suddenly pounce on them.

The locals from western Guangdong were also a little scared and had to suppress their curiosity.

"Brother Yao, buy me two jin of your wildflower honey."

During the meal, the old man from western Guangdong said to Lu Yao.

He also knew that the honey from a hundred flowers was rare, so he dared not ask for an exorbitant price.

"You want it for 500 yuan a pound?"

Lu Yao asked with a smile.

High-altitude wildflower honey costs two to three hundred yuan per kilogram, but he immediately asked for more than double that price, hoping to discourage his fellow Guangdong native from making a decision.

"As long as it's honey from the wildflowers grown by Brother Yao, I'll buy it even if it's 500 or 1000 per kilogram, let alone 500 per kilogram."

To everyone's surprise, the fellow from western Guangdong readily agreed.

"Are all you people from Western Guangdong like you, unaware that money is hard-earned, and willing to pay any price for things you like?"

The people from Sichuan and Chongqing are not ordinary wealthy people, but they don't have the same boldness in spending money as the people from western Guangdong.

It's not just the people from western Guangdong who are like this; everyone from western Guangdong that he's met is like this.

"No, it depends on who it is. As long as they are friends, we don't care about the amount of money."

The locals in western Guangdong say.

Lu Yao also had a very good impression of the people of Western Guangdong; they were warm, hospitable, and always put feelings first.

"Linzi, are you full?"

When Lu Yao saw that the little guy had finished a bowl of rice, he asked him.

"Not yet, Uncle Yao's cooking is so delicious, I can eat another bowl."

The little guy said.

"You've already eaten so much, you can't eat anymore, or your stomach will hurt."

Lu Jiming took away his and his son's bowls and chopsticks and put them in a basin in the sink by the door.

The little guy was very afraid of his father and just looked at Lu Yao pitifully.

"Come on, let's go with Uncle Yao to get some big watermelons to eat."

Lu Yao finished cleaning up the dishes and beckoned to the little guy.

"Let's scoop up some big watermelons and eat them!"

The little guy excitedly jumped off the sofa and hopped along behind Lu Yao.

Seeing that the sun was too strong, Lu Yao casually tore off a large taro leaf and covered the little guy's head with it.

"Uncle Yao, take a picture to show Mom."

The little guy thought he was super cool and started striking various poses against the backdrop of the chinaberry tree and the pond.

Lu Yao not only didn't make fun of him, but also struck all sorts of exaggerated and hilarious poses with him, using AI software to turn their heads into all sorts of demons and monsters.

Lu Jiming took out the tea set and boiled water to brew tea.

"He has a forever young mindset."

The locals from western Guangdong looked on with envy as they watched Lu Yao having a great time playing with the little guy.

This kind of mentality cannot be faked; only those with a childlike heart can stay young forever.

It's disgusting to see celebrities in their fifties or sixties still trying to look young.

"There is no shortage of people with high IQs in the world, but very few with high EQs."

"He has a high IQ and a high EQ. He can see things clearly and has very little negative energy. Everyone feels comfortable around him, so people of all ages and genders like him."

What the people of Sichuan and Chongqing admire most about Lu Yao is this very quality.

"So that's how it is."

This was the first time Lu Jiming had ever heard of the concept of emotional intelligence.

Lu Yao led the little guy to the innermost pond, which was located near the mountain.

Lu Yao took off his slippers and went down to the corner of the pond, where the water only reached below his knees.

There are two springs here, and the water is incredibly cold.

Lu Yao pulled a large watermelon, which was wrapped in a nylon bag, from the spring.

This is a big watermelon that Lu Jiming brought.

When I was a child, we didn't have refrigerators. If we wanted to eat cool watermelon, we could only freeze it in well water. It tasted even cooler than watermelon frozen in a refrigerator.

The cooling method used at the springhead is comparable to that of well water.

"It's so cold."

The little guy touched the big watermelon with his hand, and was so scared that he quickly withdrew his hand.

Lu Yao pulled out the bamboo stick stuck in the bank and carried the big watermelon back with the little guy.

"I'm exhausted."

Once inside, the little guy dramatically collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily.

"Ugh, it's so cold, my teeth feel like they're frozen."

"Yeah, it feels the same as when I was a kid."

"Watermelons that have been frozen in the refrigerator have a slightly inferior natural flavor and texture, while the flesh of water chilled in ice water is still plump and juicy."

"The sweetness and aroma haven't changed either."

The five men wanted to eat more and more, and in less than ten minutes, a large watermelon was finished by the group of grown men and the little guy.

Lu Jiming and his three companions were to return to Goose City in the early hours of the next day.

In the afternoon, as the temperature dropped, Lu Yao went to collect wildflower honey.

As he watched Lu Yao cut chunks of honeycomb from the beehive, the Sichuanese man felt a pang of regret.

Honey is a traditional Chinese medicine, so he can naturally distinguish between good and bad quality.

He had never seen such fine multifloral honey.

This is top-quality wildflower honey! At 500 yuan per pound, it's such a great deal!

"Give me two jin too."

The people of Sichuan and Chongqing have no shame left.

Lu Yao seemed completely unsurprised and gave an OK sign.

"Uncle Yao's food is delicious, everything is delicious."

The little guy was happily munching on the finest wildflower honey while showering Lu Yao with compliments.

"Eat your food, stop talking nonsense."

Lu Jiming's tone was somewhat sour.

Lu Yao and the other two looked at him.

He pretended to be nonchalant.

Lu Yao prepared four bottles of top-quality multifloral honey and earned another two thousand yuan.

The fellow villagers from western Guangdong ordered another ten bottles of light bamboo leaf wine. Lu Yao gave them one bottle as a gift, and another thousand yuan was deposited into the account.

"You make more money than I do buying stocks."

Lu Jiming said.

"Of course, there are gains and losses in stocks, but Brother Yao is guaranteed to make a profit."

The people of Sichuan and Chongqing had never seen money come so quickly.

The same item can be priced two or three times higher in one place than another, but buyers are not only not unhappy, they feel it's worth the money and are willing to pay for it.

Sigh, what can you do when other people's things are just better?

"You two have come all this way, so I'll treat you to drinks tonight. We won't leave until we're drunk."

Lu Yaodao.

"No, we should all drink together. If I can't drink, neither can you."

Lu Jiming quit.

Call a designated driver.

"You pay."

"Dream on, you're going to have your son drive. Right, Lam?"

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