The five children couldn't stay still after spending a while in the kitchen kissing Qin Yao, and they all rushed out like a swarm of bees.

They gathered around when they saw Mu Jingheng and Xiao Jihong fiddling with wood.

Mu Leyu: "Dad, what are you doing?"

Xu Zehong: "Brother-in-law, are you making wooden guns?"

Mu Jingheng gave Xu Zehong a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Our little Liu is so smart."

Mu Leyu protested, saying unhappily, "Dad, I saw it too, I just didn't say it."

Mu Jingheng also gave his precious daughter a thumbs up, saying, "My daughter is the smartest person in the world."

Mu Zhiyu and Mu Youli also pleaded, "Second Uncle, Second Uncle, we can see it too."

Mu Jingheng generously gave them a thumbs up and praised them for being smart.

Mu Beichen rolled his eyes like a little adult and muttered under his breath, "A bunch of childish brats."

Just as he was about to turn around, Mu Leyu saw him and pointed at Mu Beichen, shouting to Mu Jingheng, "Dad, Dad, I think my little brother is the smartest! You haven't praised him for being smart yet!"

Knowing his son's awkward personality, Mu Jingheng praised him loudly, "Our Beichen is also the smartest child."

Mu Beichen's body stiffened, but the gradually upward curve of his lips betrayed his barely suppressed joy.

Upon hearing that Mu Jingheng was going to make wooden guns, the children stopped running out to play and instead gathered around him, offering guidance from time to time.

This is the first time Mu Jingheng has ever made a wooden gun in a real sense. In the past, he was too busy, so he would only start a little bit and then have Grandpa Mu and Mu Zhenting finish it.

Once I made one, it became easier to use.

It's not something too complicated, just the simplest style.

While Mu Jingheng was engrossed in making wooden guns, Mu Jinghuai and Li Xiangyang returned.

When little Li Jihong saw Li Xiangyang, he excitedly ran over to him with his short legs, hugged Li Xiangyang's leg, and said excitedly, "Daddy, Daddy, wooden gun, wooden gun, we have a wooden gun!"

Li Xiangyang picked up his precious son and carried him on his shoulders.

Li Jihong held his father's head, looking down at everyone with a proud air.

Li Xiangyang carried his son over, while Mu Jinghuai was already entangled with several little kids, his legs and arms covered with children.

Li Xiangyang glanced at Mu Jinghuai, who was smiling broadly. Only these few little tyrants could keep this ice block under control.

Li Xiangyang walked up to Mu Jingheng and said with a smile, "Making a wooden gun?"

Mu Jingheng didn't even look up and said, "Your son envies others who have wooden guns but he doesn't. I'm not trying to criticize you, Comrade Li Xiangyang, but how can you, as a father, not fulfill your child's request when he's so young?"

Li Xiangyang chuckled twice and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Comrade Mu Jingheng. Do you need any help?"

Mu Jingheng raised his head and laughed, "That's what I've been waiting for! Go find some paper towels and smooth out the two guns we just made."

In fact, Li Xiangyang had already prepared the tools for making the wooden gun, but he just hadn't had the time to make it.

Li Xiangyang: "Wait here, I'll go home and get it."

After saying that, Li Xiangyang picked up his son and rushed out of the yard.

Upon seeing this, Qin Yao called out loudly, "Old Li, where are you two going? Dinner is about to be served."

Li Xiangyang turned around and replied, "I'm going home to get something, I'll be right back."

Qin Yao asked curiously, muttering softly, "Is there anything that absolutely needs to be retrieved now?"

Then, seeing the ornaments covered with children, Mu Jinghuai laughed and said, "Your ornaments are really valuable!"

After Qin Yao finished speaking, she saw Xu Zehong standing to the side and asked, "Xiao Liu, why don't you hang it up? Isn't your back empty?"

Xu Zehong shook his head and said like a little adult, "I'm the uncle, I won't compete with my nephews."

Qin Yao laughed out loud. She always found it amusing when Xu Zehong pretended to be profound.

Kuang Meizhu became pregnant again when Xu Zehong was less than two years old, and later gave birth to another son, so Xu Zehong spent most of his time with Xu Xinning.

This child is intelligent and, like Mu Jingshu, is very sensitive to traditional Chinese medicine. He learns quickly and easily. Although he can't learn independently like Mu Beichen, it's already quite remarkable that he can do this.

Traditional Chinese medicine is best cultivated from a young age, so Xu Xinning started teaching Xu Zehong when he was very young.

There is also Mu Beichen, a child who is a complete prodigy. He quietly enjoys reading and learning, and is also good at grasping the key points. At such a young age, he has the potential to become an encyclopedia.

Li Xiangyang's home was right next door, but he and his father had been gone for a long time and hadn't returned.

Mu Jingheng put down what he was doing and wanted to go over and see if they had any useful tools.

When Mu Muheng arrived at the gate of Li Xiangyang's house, a person came out of their yard, and the two passed each other.

Looking at the person's profile and back, Mu Jingheng stood there stunned, unable to recover for a long time. He believed that his eyes had not been mistaken.

Li Xiangyang walked out of the house, carrying his son in one arm and a bag in the other.

Seeing Mu Jingheng staring blankly into the distance, he joked, "What's wrong? Who stole your soul?"

Mu Jingheng turned to Li Xiangyang and asked, "Who was that person who just left your house?"

Li Xiangyang chuckled and said, "So your soul was stolen by my big brother? What, you know him?"

Mu Jingheng: "Tell me who he is first?"

Seeing Mu Jingheng's serious expression, Li Xiangyang also became serious: "He was someone I rescued before I was transferred here. At that time, he was living in a bridge hole near our house and was on the verge of death."

When I saw that he had kept the surroundings clean despite the terrible conditions, I felt pity for him.

You know, when you rescued me, my condition was even worse than his.

I don't know why, but I always feel that we are in the same boat.

That's why he took him to see a doctor.

Unexpectedly, the doctor's examination revealed that he had been shot more than once and had various scars on his body.

As a soldier, I naturally know how these scars came about, so I can be certain that this person must have originally been a soldier.

Unfortunately, when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything I asked him. The doctor said he had suffered a head injury and likely developed amnesia afterward.

Mu Jingheng: "If I remember correctly, your family is from Northeast China, right?"

Li Xiangyang: "Yes, after I suspected he was a soldier, I took his photo to check if I could find any clues, but unfortunately, after a long time, I couldn't find any match. So I let him stay at my house."

Mu Jingheng: "Then why did he get here?"

Li Xiangyang: "Isn't this a product of reform and opening up? He's quick-witted and has made a lot of money these past two years by traveling around. When my family found out he was coming here, they asked him to bring us some local specialties from his hometown."