If you can't make it on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace), you'll end up losing your whol

Chapter 50: My Thoughts on Watching the Show

The Wen family followed the prisoners ahead at a distance, watching as the other prisoners dispersed in groups of three or five in various directions, and fewer and fewer people continued to walk upwards.

As she walked past a patch of low bushes, she suddenly shouted to Wen Chengjian, "Brother, I'm too tired, I can't walk anymore, let's stop here."

After saying that, she winked at him. As expected of siblings, Wen Chengjian understood and said with a look of disappointment, "I knew you would be a burden. If you can't walk anymore, go back. Don't follow me."

Wenwen pretended to cry, "Waaah, big brother is bullying me."

She ran back while crying.

Wen Qikang, not understanding what was going on, followed along, saying, "Hey, hey, Wen'er, wait for your third uncle."

Without saying a word, Wen Chengfeng started walking after Wenwen, saying, "Little sister, wait for your fourth brother."

Wen Chengjian complained to Wen Chengbin while winking at him, "I told you she was in the way, but Grandfather still made her come along. She's such a nuisance."

Wen Chengbin said helplessly, "Forget it, let's go back."

After they finished speaking, the two chased after Wenwen and ran all the way.

Wenwen didn't want to suddenly become so different. She just didn't want to continue following those people. In order not to give anyone a handle to use against her, she had no choice but to put on this unreasonable and laughable act. It was a helpless move.

Wenwen ran and cried loudly all the way back. She hadn't run far when she made a sharp turn and ran straight east. She wasn't running very fast, but at least a few people behind her could see her. At that speed, Wenwen kept running and crossed two ditches.

Along the way, she startled countless pheasants, ducks, and rabbits. She ran while pretending to cry, and her reaction was a beat slow. By the time she threw her half-baked stone darts, the quick-reacting pheasants had already flown far away. However, she could hit three or four out of ten shots, with Wen Chengjian and Er Chengbin following behind to finish her off.

With their accuracy, the harvest they made on this trip was twice that of last night, not to mention they crossed two ditches.

Wenwen finally stopped slowly. The third ditch was not far away. She looked around, found a big tree, squatted down on the ground, leaned against the tree, and complained to the thread in her space, "Phew, phew... I can finally stop and rest for a while. Are you trying to kill me, phew, with exhaustion?"

In her mind, the little creature replied, "Master, you should run more so that your stamina can increase faster."

"Okay, I'll try to run more often in the future, run, whew, whew..."

While resting, Wenwen searched for fruit in the space. After running so far, everyone must be thirsty, so she took out a large watermelon produced by the space.

When the next few people arrived, their bodies covered in wild game.

What they saw was a small, thin girl sitting under a towering tree, with an enormous watermelon beside her. This huge watermelon made everyone's mouths drop open.

The petite girl patted the large melon with both hands, grinning widely as she called out to the group, "Third Uncle, Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Fourth Brother, come and eat some melon!"

The stark contrast between the tiny and the enormous created a comical scene that left the group both amused and exasperated.

Several people ran over, took off the gamey food covering their bodies, and all crowded around to touch the big melon.

Wen Chengbin was the first to ask, "Little sister, why didn't you wait for your second brother to carry this huge melon? Can you even carry it yourself?"

Wenwen looked at him like he was an idiot: "Second brother, are you stupid? Wipe your drool."

Wen Chengbin swallowed hard, wiped his mouth with his hand, and said, "Hehe, little sister, is this melon delicious?"

"You'll know after you taste it."

After Wenwen finished speaking, she took out an extra-long fruit knife and handed it to her third uncle: "Third uncle, here you go. Hehehe..."

Wen Qikang took it, and without saying a word, he swiftly brought down the knife.

At this moment, she was very grateful to her good roommate. Luckily, there was an extra-long fruit knife in the villa, otherwise, what would she have done with those huge melons! Thanks to Dila, the foodie.

The group sat down and began showing off their melons.

People are all the same; even with food, they can't shut their mouths.

Wenwen also gave them a heads-up, telling them to eat as much as they wanted, "Eat up, eat as much as you want, I saved a lot for my grandparents."

"Hmm, this melon is really sweet, and it's also sandy in texture."

"Hmm, this melon tastes just right, that's the flavor. What do you think, brother?"

"It tastes much better than the ones we picked a couple of days ago."

"Huh? The ones we picked before didn't taste good?"

"It's not that it's bad, but how should I put it, the flavor is a bit unique."

"What's so special about it?"

"Hmm, would you believe me if I said it can relieve fatigue and is good for wounds?"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Wenwen grasped the key words: "Relieves fatigue and is good for wounds".

She asked uncertainly in a soft voice, "Second brother, can eating melons relieve fatigue? What does it feel like? Tell me about it."

Wen Chengbin chewed on watermelon, his eyes darting to the upper right corner as he pondered for a few moments before speaking: "After eating, I felt a surge of energy rising from my stomach, slowly flowing to my limbs and bones. Areas with wounds experienced intense pain, a pain so intense it felt like my skin was about to crack open. Fortunately, the pain only lasted a few breaths, then gradually became itchy and cool, followed by a feeling of comfort all over, like basking in the winter sun. What do you think, brother?"

Wen Chengjian pondered for a moment, then said succinctly, "After the pain subsides, the wounds heal quickly. Since we ate it on the first night, our injuries have healed by about 70 or 80 percent."

Wenwen was incredibly excited after hearing this. "Xianbao, is what they said true? Space fruits are effective for healing, is that true?"

Xianbao affirmed, "Ordinary people can indeed have a certain healing effect from consuming low-grade spiritual fruits, but the degree of effect varies from person to person."

"Aaaaaah!" Wenwen screamed inwardly.

If that's the case, then there's a way to heal my father and second uncle's injuries; just feed them lots of fruit.

Xianbao sensed Wenwen's whimsical idea and poured cold water on her heart, "Master, some injuries require medicine, eating fruit won't solve them. Besides, some injuries can't be delayed, or there will be aftereffects if they are delayed for too long."

Xianbao's words successfully woke her up; indeed, taking shortcuts is not advisable.

However, while taking shortcuts is not an option, testing and verification are still possible.

She glanced at the group of people chatting and eating melons, thought about the various fruits in her space, and took out a few different kinds of fruit right under everyone's noses.

In broad daylight, several fruits that were not in season suddenly appeared before them, and despite having expected it, the group was still just as surprised.

Wenwen didn't care about that. Pointing to the fruit, she said, "Try all of these and tell me what you think."

Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin looked at each other, put down the watermelon, picked it up and started eating.

Wen Qikang and Wen Chengfeng continued eating watermelon in silence.

Wenwen looked at the two of them, her face full of question marks, "Why aren't Third Uncle and Fourth Brother eating these?"

Wen Qikang said nonchalantly, "We're not injured, Dalang and Erlang, eat more."

Wen Chengfeng nodded in agreement.

Wen Chengbin, who was eating cherries, spat out the pits. "That's easy. Here, let me help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the broadsword, pulled Wen Chengfeng's arm, and slashed it, leaving a bloody wound on his arm.

"Ah, second brother, you..." The sudden injury left Wen Chengfeng dumbfounded. It wasn't that he was afraid of pain, he was just unprepared.

Wen Chengbin dismissed it, saying, "Fourth brother, no need to thank second brother." He then turned and asked, "Third uncle, what about you?"

Wen Qikang put down the watermelon, looking helpless, and reached for the knife: "I'll do it myself."

Wenwen looked at how decisive these people were; they were truly ruthless to themselves.

She rolled up her sleeves, looked at her little arms, and was about to speak when Wen Chengjian hurriedly interrupted, "Little sister, you don't need to."

Wenwen took the opportunity to offer an excuse, but that wasn't what she really meant; she was just looking at her arm.