"Try it now, and see if you feel more comfortable."
Na Muzi felt it and looked at Mu Jin happily.
Mu Jin looked at the boy in front of her who was only a few years older than her brother and comforted him.
"I will treat you every day, and you will recover."
Na Muzi looked at Mu Jin, and for some reason he was willing to believe the person in front of him, and nodded seriously.
Mu Jin pointed to the gadget on his waist
“Can you let me see this?”
Without saying anything, Muzi gave the wooden thing to Mujin. Mujin observed it for a while but could not find the trick.
The boy flicked a piece of wood and the gadget opened instantly, revealing a few pills.
"Muzi, you made this yourself, it's really exquisite."
Seeing that someone recognized his craftsmanship, Namuzi, who was praised, gradually opened up his mouth. Mujin also learned about Namuzi's past from the conversation.
Namuzi was an abandoned baby who was adopted by a carpenter. His home was in the south of Qingping County.
The carpenter was alone in his home, without a wife or children. He found Muzi in front of his house and took her home to raise her.
The carpenter was illiterate and wanted his child to take his surname, but he didn't know how to give his child a name. Since he dealt with wood all day and wood didn't sound nice, he changed the name to Muzi.
The carpenter treated Muzi very well, supporting his education and giving him the best he could.
But studying costs money, and carpentry work can earn little money. Na Muzi saw this and said he was unwilling to go to school no matter what.
He just read books at home and helped the carpenter with his work. The carpenter could not persuade him, so he had to give up.
If you don't want to study, then don't study. Just learn carpentry skills and earn a living in the future.
The carpenter did his best to teach Namuzi, who was also talented in carpentry. Not only could he make basic tables, chairs and benches, but he also came up with many creative ideas.
Gradually, Namuzi lost interest in making ordinary tables and chairs, and only pursued his own creative ideas.
The carpenter was very happy at first; it was good for children to have their own ideas.
But gradually I found that the development of things seemed to be contrary to my original intention.
I am not against children being innovative, but what will happen to them in the future if they only pursue these unrealistic things?
I can still work now and can barely support two people. If I die one day, it will be useless to put these things on the street.
The poor can’t use it, the rich don’t like it, and occasionally a few dandies buy it home out of curiosity, but they just buy it home and gradually they are attracted by other rare treasures.
Namuzi was immersed in his own world at that time, and would not listen to any advice. He was also gradually confused by the useless advice.
What is useful and what is useless
The carpenter worked all year round and had a back injury. One day when he was out helping someone with work, his old injury flared up.
After a moment of trance, I fell from the roof and never got up again.
The carpenter was gone, and Muzi was also immersed in grief. His only relative in the world was gone.
He walked down the street in a daze, thinking back on what he had done, and fell into endless self-blame. He was so angry that he vomited blood.
I wiped the corner of my mouth, found a random doctor, got some medicine and left.
After returning home, he stayed indoors and took up the unfinished work of the carpenter, working day and night.
After delivering all the customized items to the customers, I felt relieved.
What followed was heartache. Seeing that there were only a few pills left, I got up and went to the clinic to buy some medicine.
On the way, due to working for several days, I felt dizzy and fainted. When I woke up, I was in that village.
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