He said anxiously, "The data won't be finished in a short time. Don't catch a cold. Your health isn't very good to begin with, and it's been snowing a lot lately, so the weather is quite cold. You should be careful."
"Don't work too hard for our daughter's sake, or we'll be heartbroken." Hearing her husband's teasing, Han Qiangwei smiled but remained silent.
He practiced with the data and was just as good as anyone else. His wife's strength and resilience were forged in that kind of family environment.
When Han Ping went outside, she saw her niece Han Jing tidying up the house. Many things in the kitchen were missing, and in her mother's room, apart from the bed, there was nothing left but the cabinets.
Looking around the house with a puzzled expression, I asked my niece, "Jingjing, why is all the furniture gone?"
Han Jing looked at her aunt and said, "I don't know either. The house was like that when I woke up today. My mom and dad even had a fight this morning before they went to work."
Han Ping heard that the house was just like theirs all night, with nothing but a bed.
They were dumbfounded. The house was the same as his, so who could have collected these things so quietly?
Song Yining knew nothing about the Han family's affairs, nor did he care. Besides going to school, he spent his time reading medical books.
He planted medicinal herbs in the empty spaces of the space. Grain seeds are hard to come by right now, so he planted medicinal herbs first and will find a way to get them later.
The space seems to have gotten bigger in front of the yard recently because they've been storing so many things, but Song Yining hasn't paid much attention to it.
However, the herbs inside, growing on the black soil, grow more robustly and seem to grow faster than ordinary medicinal herbs.
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