I can carry five at a time!

Liu Huabao comforted him: "Brother Lin, take your time."

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Everyone is raising their glasses in the courtyard. The road ahead is long, so let's walk slowly together.

The sun shines brightly, spreading across the earth.

Jiang Lin and Pei Xu were inspecting the fields, and the dark red rose seedlings were awakening from their dormancy and sprouting new buds.

Song Yifan and Li Xuran parked the car in front of the hardware store.

"Brother Song, we are here again."

Boss Song was eating with his lunch box. He quickly put it down, wiped his clothes, and walked over to shake hands: "Happy New Year. How are you doing recently?"

The two of them briefly told Boss Song about what had happened recently.

Boss Song said with great interest: "Thanks to the customer, I once had Xiayan chicken, and the stewed soup was delicious. Is there any area restriction for this project? I have some ideas as well."

Li Xuran was a little surprised: "Brother Song, are you serious?"

"I can't fool you." Boss Song pointed at his hardware store. "I opened a hardware store, but the business has been so-so in the past few years. I'm middle-aged and have elderly parents and children to take care of, and the expenses at home are high. Sometimes I want to change the status quo and can't just rely on this hardware store to make a living, but investment is risky. If I lose money, my whole family will have to starve. I don't dare to gamble."

"Brother, if you are interested, I will tell you in detail."

"My wife and parents are in my hometown, about a forty-minute drive from your town. They can be taken care of at home. Please tell me in detail and I will discuss it with them in the evening."

Li Xuran took the initiative and invited them into the store to discuss in detail.

After understanding the project, Boss Song said, "You can't buy wire mesh, as it's quite expensive. I have an idea for you. Almost every household in the village has bamboo. You can go back and cut some bamboo to make fences, and then fix the joints with wire."

Li Xuran said: "Brother, you are so honest. We originally wanted to buy barbed wire in large quantities from you."

"That's right, Brother Song is my family!" Song Yifan took a box of mineral water from the car and said proudly, "Brother, we don't have anything to give you. This is the only sponsorship for our program at the moment. The water was just delivered yesterday. I'll give you a box."

Boss Song tried to stop them: "No, I can't help you much. Water also costs money. You are still starting a business, so you should save money."

Li Xuran pulled Boss Song aside and whispered while covering his earphones: "Brother, this is a sponsored drink. The big boss is spending money. We give it as a souvenir on the show, which is also a way to promote the sponsor. The more we give, the happier they are!"

After listening to their ideas, Pei Zongli slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "Yes, how could I forget that we still have our treasure bamboo? I was so busy that I was confused."

Zhao Sumei brought a pot of steaming potatoes and greeted them enthusiastically: "Xiao Fan, Xiao Ran, try them quickly. These potatoes are so soft and sticky! Xiao Bao just brought them to me this morning."

The potatoes were placed on the table, and Zhao Sumei took out two tissues and handed the potatoes to them respectively.

Li Xuran took the potatoes: "Thank you, Auntie, we can do it ourselves, you and uncle can eat them while they are hot."

"Look at how well these potatoes are grown. Xiaobao only picked the big ones to send to me. I asked him to take them back to buy some, but he got on his bike and left."

Song Yifan peeled the potato skin and got some potato crumbs under his fingernails. He said, "This is my first time eating steamed potatoes. Before, potatoes were only served as French fries to me."

Pei Zongli found a few machetes in the utility room and said, "You can also tell Xiaobao and Xiaojie that if they don't know how to weave bamboo fences, they can come and learn."

Liu Huabao put down the feed bowl in his hand and read the message with a smile.

Liu Shilu watched his son working hard every day. The villagers hired a potato harvester, and the villagers picked up potatoes with bags. Liu Huabao was harvesting them alone in the field. His two younger sisters also went to the field after school and worked until dark, coming home covered in mud. As a father, he was both pleased and distressed. He also hated that he could not help because of his disability, and the burden of the family fell on the children.

"Xiaobao, what news did the brothers send you? Why are you so happy?"

“They offered me a way to save money by cutting bamboo and weaving a fence and asked me if I could do it.”

Liu Shilu walked to the garden entrance with his crutches and said excitedly, "Yes! Dad has been able to make these bamboo things since he was a child. You just go and cut the bamboo, and Dad will take care of the rest."

The whetstone makes a rustling sound as it comes into close contact with the blade.

Cheng Enyue raised the machete, the sunlight reflecting off the shiny blade, "I can't wait to sharpen it and cut the bamboo."

"Brother Yue, you may regret saying this later." Song Yifan recalled the last time he was enslaved by bamboo, shook his head and said, "It's another tough battle!"

Li Xuran said with a smile: "Boss Song, you're raising the white flag before the event even starts?"

"That's impossible! A man would rather die on the battlefield than be a deserter!"

Pei Xu picked up a bag of fertilizer and slowly poured it into the fertilizer tank. Jiang Lin held his breath and opened the nitrogen fertilizer tap. "This smell is a bit pungent!"

"This is chemical fertilizer. If it has no smell, you should be worried that you may have bought fake fertilizer."

Jiang Lin pressed the stirring button and teased him: "This system is not smart enough. It would be perfect if it could add fertilizer by itself."

Pei Xu raised one corner of his mouth and joked with him: "It's not enough for the fertilizer to grow legs and jump high into the jar. The RMB must also grow legs and flow into your pocket continuously."

Jiang Linshen exhaled, took a breath of fresh air, leaned on the can and said with a smile: "Boss Pei, this is what you said yourself. When the time comes, you have to pay me back and stuff it into my pocket one by one."

"So if I don't do this, you won't accept it?"

"Boss Pei, what a good plan! But it doesn't work. I'm the creditor and I have the final say."

Pei Xu kicked him away and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Let's finish the fertilizer and go back to help cut bamboo."

Xiang Chuzhe squatted on the ground and chopped at the bamboo roots more than ten times. The bamboo suffered some skin injuries, and his skin and flesh were also injured. He put down the machete and kept scratching his neck and face, "Ah! The weather is still cold now, why are there mosquitoes!"

Cheng Enyue didn't care about sympathizing with him, and waved his hand and shouted: "Chuzhe, move aside quickly, my bamboo is going to fall."

Xiang Chuzhe looked up and saw the lush bamboo tail right above him.

"How come you can cut so fast?" Xiang Chuzhe helped put down the bamboo.

Cheng Enyue pulled the bamboo down with all his strength and said, "Isn't it possible to cut bamboo with just your hands?"

The damage was not great, but the insult was extremely strong. Xiang Chuzhe continued to swing the machete hard, unconvinced. "One blow costs forty, two blows cost eighty!"

Song Yifan and Li Xuran, two veteran bamboo cutters, were very good at it, but Song Yifan quickly ran out of energy. He sat on the ground and said, "Brothers, we're going to do aerobics in the mountains today."

Li Xuran panted slightly, and said while chopping bamboo: "I gained two kilograms when I got home. I went to the gym to exercise and found that I broke my own strength training record. Farm work is a good way to exercise. People with weak bodies really can't do this."

"Just say what you want to say. Why are you looking at me?" Song Yifan propped himself up and stood up, saying unconvincedly, "Who is weak?"

The bamboo leaves fell in clusters at Zhao Sumei's feet. She looked up in disgust and cursed: "Pei Zongli, you want to die! You have to squeeze in front of me to cut bamboo leaves in such a big place. Ants have crawled into my shoes!"

"I don't see any ants. Can't I blow the air for you? All the children will look over when you blow the air. Don't I have any dignity?" Pei Zongli squatted down and grabbed a bunch of bamboo leaves to help her drive away the ants on her shoes.

Liu Huabao and Liu Jie worked from noon to dusk. They had some small red scratches on their faces and their fingers were broken in several places. They dragged the bamboo back with great effort.

"Brother, we have prepared dinner. Let's go home and eat." Liu Yufei shouted loudly while standing at the entrance of the valley.

Liu Huabao immediately pretended not to be tired and waved his hand in response: "Brother, I still have bamboos. We can move them all in one more trip. The weather is cold, you, dad, and sister can eat first."

Liu Yufei walked up the mountain, pulling the plants along the road, and picked up two bamboos with great effort.

Liu Jie stopped her, took the two bamboo sticks from her hands, and said, "Brother is here, don't dirty your clothes, go back and eat."

"I'm also very strong. The school asked us to move bricks during labor class to build new classrooms. I can move five bricks at a time!" Liu Yufei stubbornly carried back two more bamboos. Liu Huabao and Liu Jie couldn't persuade her.

A thin figure walked in the twilight, moving forward stubbornly and firmly, and two bamboos left traces of their passing on the muddy road.

With a lift of the spatula, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes came out of the pan perfectly. The aroma of food wafted through the kitchen. Several blisters appeared on Jiang Lin's palms. He searched the room for a needle but couldn't find it.

"Brother Yue, do we have a needle?"

"No."

Song Yifan took out a pin and disinfectant from the room and gave it to him, "Disinfect it after the puncture."

"Mr. Song, how many did you name?"

Song Yifan showed him his palms, "No one was spared, even between the fingers there were blisters. I found out that I can't scratch them. The more I scratch, the more blisters there are."

Jiang Lin poured disinfectant on the broken wound.

"Ah!" Jiang Lin jumped on the spot, waved his hands and shouted, "It's exciting, it's exciting!"

Pei Xu packed up his machete and returned home.

"Mom, where is the medicine for our wounds?"

Zhao Sumei poked her head out of the kitchen and asked, "Who's injured?"

"Song Yifan and Jiang Lin's palms were broken in several places."

"It's in the drawer of my room. Look for it."

Jiang Lin covered the camera in the room with clothes and changed into a blue ice silk pajamas.

"Jiang Lin, I'm coming in." Pei Xu knocked on his door.

"Enter."

Pei Xu closed the door at the same time.

Jiang Lin looked at the closed door, sat on the bed and said uncomfortably, "What's the matter?"

Pei Xu sat on the edge of the bed and said softly, "Stretch out your hand."

Jiang Lin stretched out his hand obediently like a kindergarten kid, and the burst bubble swelled up again.

Pei Xu gently held the back of his hand and pricked it lightly with a needle.

Jiang Lin wanted to retract his hand, and said awkwardly: "Boss Song said that we can't squeeze it anymore, it will make it itchy more."

"Do you believe me?" Pei Xu grabbed his wrist and looked up at him.

Jiang Lin scratched his head and turned away, "How can such a small matter be related to such a heavy topic as trust? You pick, whatever you like."

Pei Xu gently pricked the blister and then dried his hands with a tissue.

"This potion is a little painful, just bear with it." After saying that, Jiang Lin used a rooster feather dipped in the potion to rub the wound. It stung slightly and at the same time he felt a cool sensation.

Jiang Lin turned his head and looked down at him.