Coming out of the space, Liu Rui found the milk powder in the cupboard of the hall, washed a small half bowl, and put it in a small stainless steel bowl for the puppy.

Perhaps there is really a magical power in the Shennong space, and the puppy that was already dying after staying in the space for a few hours actually picked up a life from before the ghost gate closed.

It's only been more than three hours, and it can already stand up tremblingly.

Seeing a small bowl appear out of thin air in front of his eyes, the little guy was startled at first, and then began to lean up and sniff curiously. Maybe it was hungry, or maybe it was the smell of milk that attracted it, and it first stretched out its pink and licked it.

It seemed to taste okay, and then it licked it and drank the milk quickly.

Liu Rui saw that its spirit had obviously improved, so he no longer cared about it, but went to the front yard to help his father Liu Jiahong weave a bamboo basket.

The courtyard of the Liu family in the afternoon was full of a leisurely mood!

Golden sunlight poured down from the distant horizon, passing through the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree, forming countless golden spots on the ground. The breeze blows, the leaves make a rustling sound, and the golden spots of light keep shaking, like a shattered dream.

The incessant cries of the knowers seemed to disturb the sleeping little magpies in the magpie nest, and they lay on their stomachs on the nest and poked their heads out to look at the world below. The old hen of the family with seven or eight newly hatched chicks foraged in the grass at the base of the wall, and once the hen caught the worms, the chicks rushed up and grabbed them.

In the shade of the courtyard, Liu Jiahong sat on a special bamboo chair, his hands and feet were full of processed strips. The slender strips were like elves, jumping constantly on his hands, as if they had been given life.

Liu Jiahong pursed his lips, the lines on his wrinkled face were hard, and his face like a knife revealed a persistent temperament. Liu Rui calmed down for the first time to watch his father weave a bamboo basket, and then he realized that in fact, his father also had a unique personal charm, but he always ignored it before.

In the past, the bamboo products of Shangliang Village had a broad market near Qingshan County, but with the changes of the times, the bamboo products gradually became unpopular and were neglected in the market. Although Qingyun Town Political Axe has thought of some ways to reorganize the bamboo products industry in Shangliang Village, but due to various reasons, the effect is not obvious.

Over time, the villagers who lacked foresight also gave up their traditional crafts and guarded Baoshan empty, with no way to start.

Some time ago, Zhang Guodong's friend Zeng Ying was preparing to open a new flower shop near the county hospital and needed a lot of flower baskets. After he learned about this situation, he immediately contacted Liu Rui and helped him take the business down.

Unexpectedly, after providing flower baskets to Zeng Ying's 'Xinying Flower Shop', Liu Jiahong's exquisite weaving skills were very satisfactory to Zeng Ying, so the flower baskets, fruit plates, tables and chairs in the flower shop were replaced with Liu Jiahong's works one by one.

In the past two months, Liu Jiahong has woven bamboo products, which has not only created a lot of income for his family, but more importantly, he has restored his self-confidence, and no longer feels that his legs are broken, and he has become a waste.

Sometimes rebuilding faith is more effective than any panacea!

Although Liu Rui sometimes feels sorry for his father, as long as his father is in a cheerful mood, nothing else is so important.

"What are you doing there stupidly? Come here and give me a hand! When Liu Rui stood at the door of the hall and looked at Liu Jiahong in a daze, his father's loud voice sounded in his ears.

"Here we go!" Liu Rui struck a stirring spirit and hurriedly replied in a loud voice.

A young man like Liu Rui basically doesn't know how to weave, at most he just hands something next to him and helps cut the bamboo chips.

The father and son worked together, and the efficiency was quite fast, and in a blink of an eye, a well-carved fruit plate gradually took shape in Liu Jiahong's hands. Maybe for others, this is just an ordinary bamboo fruit bowl, but for Liu Jiahong, this is his spiritual sustenance after his injury.

Father and son kept busy until the sound of the cows returning home sounded, and then stopped. Liu Rui first packed up the woven finished products and the bamboo strips on the ground, and then walked out of the courtyard with Liu Jiahong in his arms, took a walk on the courtyard dam, and looked at the scenery under the mountain.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones!

Liu Jiahong's legs were broken and broken, although the rescue was timely, and the herbal conditioning was also in place after returning home, but now he can't read and walk. Every day, he spends most of his time sitting in a chair, only in the early morning and evening, with the support of his family, he walks on the yard and slowly recovers.

As the sun sets, the golden glow seems to coat the entire Shangliang Village with a layer of gold leaf, shining with a heart-palpitating light. The birds hovering over the woods, their chirping resounding across the sky, adding a little more to the ethereal world.

"Rui'er, this time has really worked hard for you!" Looking at the curling smoke under the mountain, Liu Jiahong let out a long breath and said to Liu Rui with a little guilt.

"Dad, didn't you say you wouldn't talk about this?" Liu Rui knew what his father was going to say, so he quickly diverted the topic.

Looking at his son's mature face, Liu Jiahong's heart was sour, and he didn't speak again, just silently stared at the scenery under the mountain. In Liu Jiahong's heart, he had already planned that as long as he could recover, he would let his son go back to school, and with his foundation and intelligence, he would definitely be able to be admitted to university.

While eating dinner, Liu Rui was distracted and entered the space to take a look, and in just half a day, the originally dying puppy regained its vitality, which shocked Liu Rui. After being well-fed and drunk, the energetic puppy stayed in the quiet space for a long time, and when he was a little bored, he used the small bowl of milk as a toy and played happily.

Looking at the cute appearance of the puppy, a smile appeared on Liu Rui's face from time to time.

"Did you say something good happened to my eldest brother?" Looking at the mysterious smile on his brother's face, Liu Zhi poked his sister who was sitting beside him with his elbow.

"Did you go into town today and meet his girlfriend in high school?" Tongtong frowned, thought for a long time, and came up with such an answer.

"Big brother has a girlfriend?" As soon as he heard this, Liu Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up.

"In the past, my eldest brother played so well in high school, and there were many girls in our class who liked him." The little guy held his chin with one hand and said in a deep voice: "But the eldest brother shouldn't like that kind of little girl who has no connotation." ”

"Then tell me, what will the eldest brother's girlfriend look like?" was whetted by Tongtong, and Liu Zhi's curiosity was aroused.

"You two don't eat well, why are you muttering there?" Liu Rui, whose consciousness returned to the dinner table from the space, saw his younger brothers and sisters whispering, and staring at him with a strange gaze, and immediately said with a straight face.

When the two little ones saw it, they affirmed their judgment even more, looked at each other and smiled, and ate obediently.

"Boss, after a while, you go to the peanut field to have a look, and listen to Aunt Wang in the village, the wild boars on the mountain have begun to come down again." While eating, Zhang Guizhi mentioned with some concern.

As soon as he heard that it was a wild boar coming down the mountain, Liu Rui also felt very uncomfortable, and his brows furrowed into the word 'Sichuan'.

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