When they saw even Luo Song, the Hua Yunao brothers, and the cleanliness-loving Jin'er were among them, they were even more shocked, their mouths gaping open.
"Uncle..." Jin'er, who was in high spirits, called out when he saw the two uncles who were stunned.
"Uncle Qiang, Uncle An Nai..." Jin'er waved his mud-clad little hand in front of the two.
"Ah... Jin'er" They blinked and came back to their senses, smiling sheepishly.
"Uncle... hurry back to the village and call people. If we don't hurry, the fish we brought back will all go bad." Jin'er said with a chuckle, looking at the two who were still out of sorts.
"Ah... yes, yes, I'll go call someone right away." Hua Qiang couldn't help but grin as he looked at the pile of fish, then dashed toward the nearby mule cart and headed into the valley.
