On this point, Xu Nian’an felt inferior.
When he first got Pei Yicheng’s materials, it never crossed his mind that they could be printed and turned into papers to share with his classmates.
"Second brother, it doesn’t matter whether I’m popular or not, I’m quite happy to be able to help everyone," Xu Nianhua said, pursing her lips. The steaming water soaked her feet and the warmth seed to travel all the way up her body, making her feel all warm and fuzzy. She grinned, showing her even white teeth, and said, "If everyone can get into college, then all the years we’ve spent studying won’t have been in vain."
"Yes, it would be great if everyone could pass,"
Xu Nian’an muttered to himself. For so, not getting into college could affect their whole life.
*
In Shuangzhu Village, the Qingsong Furniture Factory was being built with great enthusiasm. The walls, taller than a person and brand new, have beco a beautiful sight in the village.
Inside the walls, the rooms were spacious with no ceiling, allowing one to look up and see the roof tiles directly.
The house was not yet fully constructed, but inside, the room was bright and airy, looking quite impressive.
Every ti the villagers ca to look, they had nothing but praises to offer.
There were also skeptics—spending money on building houses and walls, they said, if the furniture remained unsold, wouldn’t that be a loss?
Xu Qinghe and his apprentice Xu Song paid no attention to these doubts from outside. They were focused solely on making the factory building even better—from the area for storing wood to the place for processing it, to the part where the wood was being cut and the finished products were stored. Designing it well now would save trouble later.
Xu Nianhua and Xu Nian’an buried themselves in their studies, gearing up for the final sprint before their college entrance exams.
Ji Ying and Zhou He worked at the factory every day. Zhou He, who was pregnant, did lighter tasks like sticking labels on jars of finished chili sauce, which wasn’t tiring.
The Chili Sauce Factory made money last year, and during the New Year, it got a fresh coat of paint and a smooth, even floor, inspiring those who worked there to put in even more effort. As long as they worked hard at the Chili Sauce Factory, they could earn more than the n each month. Life had indeed beco sothing to look forward to.
Xu Nianji was busy selling bean sprouts at the stall every day. After selling the bean sprouts, she would collect more and also sell so chili sauce to the county, bustling about every day.
Busy days were fulfilling and filled with hope.
Pei Yicheng, whose situation had been a concern for everyone, also started his treatnt in Xi Province.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, they rushed to Xi Province and t the traditional Chinese dicine doctor, Hu. With his white hair, face marked by the years, and bright eyes, Dr. Hu emanated the aura of a transcendent being.
Perhaps he really had the skill to heal his legs.
With hope in his heart, Pei Yicheng cooperated with Dr. Hu’s treatnts.
Dr. Hu’s thod of treatnt was sowhat different from others. After finishing, he sat down to write out a prescription.
"Dr. Hu, my grandson’s leg..." Du Chang, who was only more than a decade younger than Dr. Hu, watched him anxiously as he wrote the prescription, feeling an imnse sense of hope welling up inside him.
Pei Yicheng seed calm on the surface, but inside, he was experiencing a storm of emotions!
He had seen many doctors before, and all said it was too late, or that there was no cure, but Dr. Hu was different.
Dr. Hu did not speak. His steel pen kept writing the prescription, completely unaffected by their urgent emotions.
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