ebookland Chapter 243: Too weak to resist the wind
Chapter 243: Too weak to resist the wind
"Luckily, Xingyun signed a contract with us this time, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to my parents-in-law." Yang Dashan was also a little scared. He didn't expect those nieces-in-law to be so unreasonable.
"From now on, you two don't have to worry about other businesses except the two workshops in the village. Sanmao and the others are here. You two just need to take care of the two workshops and the work in the fields. Don't think about almost losing the business like this time." Old Mrs. Yang said to Yang Dashan and his wife.
"I understand." Li knew she was in the wrong and realized that she was not in charge of the family business. In order to prevent the family business from being fooled in the future, she readily agreed. Yang Dashan had no objection, because he was not going to care about other family businesses now, and it was better for him to maintain his original job.
After the commotion of the young wives of the Li family, the soap production came to an end. Sanmao sent a letter to Qi Xingyun, telling him that the soap matter had been settled and that he could arrange production after he had studied it.
Time flies, the years pass by, and time continues to roll forward like a white horse passing by.
After the unfortunate fall into the water, the poor little Cao rested at home for a while. However, what was worrying was that the lively and energetic little girl seemed to have changed overnight. Now she no longer had the liveliness of the past, and her face was no longer as rosy as before. Instead, she looked a little pale and haggard, and even looked like a delicate young lady from a wealthy family.
Even so, Xiaocaoer did not become depressed and lazy. Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the earth, she still insists on jogging in the village; occasionally, when she is in the mood, she will take a walk in the mountains to enjoy the beautiful scenery and feel the tranquility and beauty of nature.
At first, when Mrs. Li saw her daughter working so hard, she felt a pain in her heart. She often tried to persuade Xiaocaoer not to go running or go to the mountains anymore, hoping that her daughter could stay at home and recuperate.
But Xiao Cao always smiled and comforted her mother, saying, "Don't worry, Mom! Although my body is not as strong as before, proper exercise is still necessary. Besides, running and jumping, going up and down the mountain is no problem for me.
If you are really worried, you can ask the doctor from Zheng's house to come and see me. Have you forgotten? The doctor clearly told me that I can exercise moderately. "
Mrs. Li was stunned. Thinking back, it was true. The doctor had said such words before. Gradually, she stopped letting her daughter do whatever she wanted as long as she was happy. "Okay, run if you want, but do it within your ability. Stop when you are tired, okay?" came the voice with concern and instructions.
"I understand." Xiao Cao'er answered crisply and readily.
The villagers all knew that Xiaocao'er's health had deteriorated since she fell into the water. Therefore, whenever they saw her running or climbing a mountain, they would always ask, "Xiaocao'er, are you tired? Do you want to stop and take a rest?" Some would even say enthusiastically, "Xiaocao'er, go up the mountain! How about I walk with you?"
At first, in the face of these well-intentioned concerns, Xiaocaoer occasionally did listen to their advice, stopped to rest for a while, or gladly accepted others to accompany him up the mountain. However, as time went by, Xiaocaoer gradually no longer needed such care.
The reason she gave was simple and direct: "It's much better now than before! Now I don't feel out of breath when I run or climb mountains, so it's no problem for me to go alone."
On this day, the sun was still shining brightly, and the breeze was blowing gently through the mountains and forests. The grass climbed up the mountain slowly as usual. When she finally reached her destination, she stood quietly in front of the lush potato field.
Not far from here, there is a clear stream flowing quietly. The water does not flow smoothly, but pours down from a height, forming a silver curtain of water. When the breeze blows, the falling water splashes away a few crystal clear water droplets from time to time. They are like naughty elves, dancing in the air and quietly falling on the delicate "hair" of the tender green grass.
At this moment, it seemed as if the whole noisy world had suddenly quieted down, leaving only her and this land overflowing with vitality, staring at each other silently and affectionately.
These potatoes were planted by her own hands a few months ago. In order to create a natural growth pattern, she planted them unevenly. At that time, she took great pains to carefully take care of this slightly flat mountain land. First, she fermented fertilizer to make the soil saturated with nutrients; then she thoroughly loosened and plowed the entire land. Because of this, the potatoes in the field can now grow so vigorously and beautifully.