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Chapter 272 What is the gold thread embroidery? It can't be a urine ring, can it?

"Didn't you tell me it was finished? Open your dog eyes and look, is it finished? You dog slave, how dare you deceive me... well, deceive this great master."

The reprimand was extremely loud, and the familiar voice successfully attracted the attention of the group from the back of the mountain.

The Wen family members each used their divine senses to follow the sound.

Of course, this does not include Wen Chengbin. This kid is still at the third level of Qi Refining and cannot separate his divine sense yet. So, in the past two days, he has suddenly suffered a lot of blows. He didn't feel anything before, but now he is hit by blows everywhere, one after another, leaving him scorched and bruised.

When others use their divine sense to gather information, it's like having a live camera broadcasting the whole thing. He can only watch the replay at the end, and sometimes he has to wait for Wen Chengjian's time. If Wen Chengjian has time, he'll replay the story for him; if he doesn't, he can only hear the noise and doesn't know what happened.

So, at this moment, Wen Chengbin was holding the eagle's big head and complaining, "Brother Eagle, am I really that bad? One wrong step leads to another. I wish I had gone into the pond too..."

Brother Eagle...

The owner is still bringing up the very thing that's hard to talk about; is this an indirect complaint that it took it away? Honestly, this eagle has a grievance.

Before Wen Chengbin could react, the eagle flapped its wings and soared into the sky, its cry echoing through the back mountain.

A loud noise rang out from the back hill, interrupting the reprimands from the manor.

"Sir, we're working overtime to finish it, but... but..."

"Just what? Speak your mind, what kind of talk is this, beating around the bush?"

"My lord, we don't have enough gold thread; we need a little more."

"Didn't I tell the butler to send it to you? What? He didn't send it?"

"...We sent some, but it wasn't enough."

"Then I'll have the steward send it over again later. I'm not trying to criticize you, but urge the embroiderer to hurry up and not be late. Remember, there will be a reward if she does a good job."

"Yes, yes, this servant understands and will certainly urge them to make sure they are not late, sir."

That concludes the story. The owner of the manor has left, the streamer has ended the broadcast, and those watching the live stream from the back mountain should withdraw their spiritual senses.

Wen Chengjian repeated the instructions to Wen Chengbin.

Unable to contain himself, Wen Chengbin leaned closer mysteriously and asked, "Big brother, guess what kind of clothes he's embroidering?"

For the first time, Wen Chengjian lost his patience for joking around and coldly replied, "It can't be a urine ring, can it?"

What I fear most is a sudden silence in a space.

This lame joke worked quite well, suddenly breaking the lingering murmur of thunder hanging over their heads.

"hehe......"

Wen Qilin and Wen Qiyuan's expressions immediately softened.

Wenwen suggested, "Father, Second Uncle, let's go for a walk in the back mountain. It's not good to just stay here. I don't think this person will leave for the next few days."

"How can I see it?"

"......intuition."

What a powerful intuition! The Wen family members were speechless.

Wenwen glanced at everyone's expressions and said, "Even if he leaves, it won't stop us from going in to see what's going on. Take that stone cave for example, I saw his hand gestures when he opened the door, not a single mistake. I'm sure I can open it. And this manor, can it really stop us? We're not going in now just because we don't want to alert him, right?"

This analysis is reasonable and well-founded.

Wen Qilin looked at the towering trees on the back mountain, then glanced at the manor below, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go up the mountain first, and come down tonight."

This made Wen Chengbin extremely happy. He was particularly enthusiastic about going up mountains and down rivers, always thinking that one day he could encounter an opportunity and then, well, his cultivation would suddenly break through. His dream was wonderful, but unfortunately, the mountains and rivers here were really quite ordinary.

Normally, pheasants and rabbits would run right in front of them in the mountains, like they were in slow motion. They could catch them one after another in a single go. People used to be very interested in hunting, but now it seems like they've lost some of the fun.

In the end, Wen Qiyuan pointed out the crux of the matter incisively.

"That's because we've gotten used to the monsters from the Yanqian Mountains. They're imbued with spiritual energy, and their speed and attack power are worlds apart from these wild animals from the mortal realm."

Wen Chengbin agreed, "That's true, the taste is still better over there."

Wenwen said with great regret, "In short, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go back to frugality. Going back to the past would be very difficult."

Wen Chengjian: "It's not that I want to go back to the past. After all, people have to look forward."

Wen Chengbin: "Hey, we just went for a walk in the mountains, and you two are acting all high and mighty, spouting all sorts of grand principles. What are you doing? Are you trying to bully me because I'm not a student?"

"Hehe... Second Brother is quite sensible!" Wenwen couldn't help but joke.

Wen Chengbin rushed up the mountain on his own. It was noon, and the warm spring sun shone on him, adding to his comfort.

He ran halfway up the mountain, stopped, turned around and looked around. Suddenly he noticed a small stream not far ahead, its surface sparkling with light, which was particularly dazzling when the sun shone on it.

"Wow, this is blindingly bright."

Wen Chengbin rushed towards the stream. Once he reached it, he looked down and laughed heartily. He turned around and waved, "Little sister, come here quickly, there's something good here!"

Wenwen, who was greedy for money, didn't hesitate at all. She took off running and asked, "Second brother, is it gold?"

It's no wonder she asked that question. The nearby mountains are where gold ore has been mined, and the river flows through the mining area. What if gold-bearing sand particles are carried down by the water? Wouldn't that be a boon for them?

Wenwen looked down.

Wow! There really are gold dust particles in the stream.

However, it's too small, about half the size of a millet grain.

Wenwen was perplexed. "Second brother, how are we supposed to fish this out? Are we just going to stay here and fish for days and nights?"

Wen Qilin, who followed later, disagreed, saying, "There's no need. These are too small. Just look at them and enjoy them."

Wow, that's such a waste.

After a while.

Wenwen suddenly had a brilliant idea, "Why don't we dig up some sand and mud and take it back with us?"

Wen Chengbin added, "Yes, yes, let's dig up some mud and sand to take back home, and make a sparkling little stream for our younger siblings to play in. Let them fumble around and keep whatever they find, hahaha... Let's do it this way."

Wenwen: "...Second Brother is really resourceful and can come up with all sorts of creative ideas."

Wen Qiyuan: "You brat, watch yourself. If you go back and mess around with these fancy gadgets, your grandfather will give you a beating."

Wen Chengbin: "Dad, this isn't some fancy gadget; it's a tool to help my younger siblings develop patience."

"..."

What a prop made of real gold and silver!

Wen Qilin did not stop him. It must be said that Wen Chengbin is a good older brother. Even when he is away from home, he is always thinking about his younger brothers and sisters. This is commendable.

Next, the siblings actually started collecting the mixture of mud and sand from the bottom of the river and carried it downstream.

The stream meanders several times before turning onto the other side of the mountain.

Wen Chengbin had been bending over to collect mud and sand. Just as he was about to straighten up, he looked up and saw a small hole in front of him.

"Little sister, where are you looking?"