When Li Su'er was just born, Li Kong and Zhang Aijia preserved her footprints in this way.
They considered using a clay model, but were afraid it would harm Li Su'er's body, so they simply used ink to imprint Li Su'er's footprints on paper, and then carefully framed the paper.
Li Su'er was unaware of this, and Zhang Aijia, being busy with work, gradually buried this thing deep in her memory, not even remembering that it existed.
At this moment, she didn't blame Li Kong at all for not discussing the gift with her beforehand; instead, she felt deep remorse.
As a mother, her children should be her top priority, but she has neglected this. A daughter should be closer to her mother, but Li Su'er's personality is just like her father's in every way, because Li Konghua spends more time with his daughter than with her.
Moreover, it took considerable resolve for Li Kong to give away such a precious item. It wasn't a happy occasion.
What father would be happy to see his daughter marry off? Zhang Aijia was no exception.
However, Li Kong behaved quite normally on the way, laughing and joking with Li Su'er and Chen Yang, his talkative nature unchanged.
"Dad, why haven't you shown me this before?" Li Su'er looked at her feet and said, "But are my feet really this big? Wow, I'm so cute!"
"That's right, you were so cute back then, your feet were so tiny, you could feel them squeezing out water if you pinched them. But you were too naughty back then, I was afraid you would break them, so I hid them and didn't tell you."
Zhang Aijia, who had been somewhat silent the whole way, said, "Mom, there are still your handprints there. I'll take a picture of them for you when we get back."
"Okay!" Li Su'er said happily, "My hands will definitely be cute too."
Chen Yang took the footprint drawing from Li Su'er's hand and carefully put it away.
"Now I understand why my father-in-law didn't tell you. With your restless and erratic nature, you're bound to break something sooner or later. Tomorrow I'll buy a safe to store it, and the combination is absolutely not to be told to you."
Li Su'er pouted, "What's so special about that? I can just smear some ink on myself and stomp on a few."
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the airport. This time, Li Kong and Zhang Aijia didn't have to go home separately; they were on the same flight.
Chen Yang and Li Su'er escorted them to the security checkpoint before leaving.
With half an hour left before boarding, the two found an empty seat and sat down.
"How did you come up with the idea of giving this to Chen Yang?" Zhang Aijia asked.
“I’ve been planning this for over a decade. If Su’er marries a man she can trust, I’ll give him this,” Li Kong said matter-of-factly.
"Why didn't you tell me? It's embarrassing for me."
Zhang Aijia questioned Li Kong, but she knew in her heart that she did not blame Li Kong at all.
“What’s so great about this? We should at least leave a handprint, since we were the two of us who delivered it together.” Li Kong said.
Zhang Aijia was taken aback. Li Kong's words seemed to combine her and Li Kong together, making no distinction between them.
"Never mind, I'll take out the handprint and show it to Su'er when I get back."
Li Kong nodded, "By the way, I'll go help build the house tomorrow, so we can have a detached house sooner and bring Chen Liu over to stay."
"Okay, sure."
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When Chen Yang stepped into the grassland named Dongqiu in the micro-world, the signs of spring were already quite obvious in the camp.
Some trees have sprouted new buds, the temperature is rising, and there are more birdsong and animal calls.
The two groups of people currently in the Indian Mountains are the busiest right now.
White tea is at its most crucial stage; it will be ready for harvesting in about ten days. Pu'er tea is also nearing its time, although it doesn't require the same emphasis on pre-Qingming tea as white tea, it still needs to be harvested.
They are currently preparing various tools for drying and frying white tea, making sure they are of the highest quality. When the white tea is ready, they will also need to find a few girls to work as tea pickers and help harvest the tea leaves.
Silkworm rearing has already begun. Spring comes slightly earlier in the Yinshan Mountains than in the Moyuan Mountains, and silkworms have started to hatch one after another. They have already built special silkworm rearing workshops and are carefully taking care of these silkworms.
The important tasks of tea picking and mulberry picking were entrusted to the girls, while the men were responsible for farming and building houses.
Spring has already arrived on the other side of the West Boundary River. Everything that needed to be done has been done, and now they are picking peach blossoms to make peach blossom wine.
The bamboo forests along the western border river have also been damaged by them. Whether it's building houses, making daily necessities, or papermaking, bamboo is needed. Bamboo is truly a versatile treasure.
Bamboo trays are needed for drying tea, raising silkworms, making tables and chairs, and making containers. The two poor bamboo groves on the shore of Chenghu Lake and the west boundary river have been severely damaged.
However, many things cannot be done without bamboo, so Chen Yang and his team had no choice but to continue searching for bamboo forests. Bamboo is not a rare plant, and if they searched carefully, they should be able to find some.
The camps are now bustling with activity, but it's mostly the inhabitants who are excited, as most of them are experiencing the arrival of spring in the micro-realm for the first time. This atmosphere of truly feeling spring from all things is very novel to them.
The time spent actually working was not much; the residents still had a lot of time for entertainment.
For someone like Yu Xuan, his work is his entertainment; he spends all his evenings carving wood, and he has as much good wood as he needs.
There are many places in the micro-world that need carving, and he can use them for any amount of wood carving he has been making.
The old carpenter was also a master of carving window decorations, so he took on the job and devoted himself to carving them.
Zhang Jian carried his drawing board and paper around, searching for materials that could be used as paints. He made a great contribution to the camp, as almost all the colors in the camp are now made from paints he mixed.
Some elderly people and children help with light tasks, such as tidying up the campsite, and spend the rest of their time on their own.
However, these underage friends in Chenliu all have to attend classes. They don't learn classroom material, but rather calligraphy, martial arts, painting, wood carving, etc., learning whichever interests them. But they must choose at least one; just reading books isn't enough.
They also found groundwater at a campsite on the western border river using a water source detector. However, the groundwater was more suitable for drinking than the river water, so they dug a well in the western border river as well.
There's no need for the island in the middle of the lake. The campsite on the island was built next to an underground spring, which is cleaner and sweeter than well water, making it more suitable for brewing tea and wine.
Besides the residents who live on the island in the middle of the lake, other residents also frequently visit the island, mainly to soak in the hot springs.
The people within the Microverse have developed their own sophisticated way of life, and Chen Yang, the hands-off world lord, has had no impact even after leaving. However, every aspect of the Microverse is progressing according to the direction he set long ago; his presence is felt in every place and resource discovered.
In the eyes of some newcomers to the world, he was practically the embodiment of a legend. Every noteworthy aspect of the micro-world was somehow connected to him.
"Our realm lord is truly amazing."
Xing Tu's teenage granddaughter, who only entered the micro-world at the end of last year, said admiringly.
(End of this chapter)
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