If we're to talk about it, the Zhuang family sure worked fast. They started heading back before noon. It wasn't that they didn't want to pick more, but they simply couldn't carry any more. Ah, the bountiful harvest season. All three carts were packed to the brim, mostly with chestnuts, but there were other things too. The men who had been scouting around the area had also managed to gather some things. Zhuang Zhixi was even lucky enough to catch a wild pheasant.
On this point, Zhuang Zhiyuan had to admit he was impressed by his younger brother and his wife. It seemed like every time they went up the mountain, they managed to catch some wild game—pheasants, rabbits, you name it. Even his mother often had similar luck. As for him? Not so much.
