"Okay, I'm going to sleep now."
Perhaps he was too tired, Wang Tianxiao fell asleep very quickly this time, and soon began to snore loudly.
Li Yali intended to gently nudge her husband to change his position, but instead of reaching out, she gently placed her hand on his forehead and tidied his messy hair.
Then cover him with the blanket and put his hands under the blanket.
She noticed that her husband's brow was still furrowed, so she gently rubbed it a few times. In her daze, Wang Tianxiao mumbled something. She put her ear to her husband's mouth and vaguely heard a few words.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
She smiled gently.
When Wang Tianxiao woke up again, it was already afternoon.
He opened his eyes and saw Wang Fang lying next to him, drawing something on a piece of parchment with a pencil. His wife was leaning against the window, knitting a sweater.
Seeing that he was awake, she smiled and said, "You're awake?"
"Hmm, what time is it?"
"Around three or four o'clock."
“Three or four o’clock,” Wang Tianxiao repeated groggily, then sat up abruptly. “It’s so late, I’ve slept for most of the day.”
"Go to sleep. It's the middle of winter, and there's nothing that needs to be done right now. Are you hungry? Brother Wenhua called you for lunch, but I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you."
Wang Tianxiao shook his head; he really wasn't very hungry.
"Dad, look what I'm drawing." Wang Fang handed her father what she was drawing as he woke up.
Wang Tianxiao took it and glanced at it. There were several faint pencil marks on the brownish-red kraft paper, but he couldn't make out what they were.
Kraft paper was the most common type of paper in this era, used for both books and notebooks. Of course, kraft paper has nothing to do with cowhide; it is made from plant stalks or wood pulp.
However, the bleaching technology of that era was relatively poor, so the paper produced from this mixed pulp retained a yellowish-brown or reddish-brown color similar to cowhide. Because the pulp was not very fine, if the paper was too thin, it would easily have many holes, so the paper was also made quite thick, much like the thickness of cowhide.
Kraft paper has always existed, but its writing function has gradually shifted to packaging function, such as envelopes, bags, or labels.
Wang Tianxiao grabbed his daughter's brown paper and glanced at it, but couldn't quite figure out what it was.
It's already difficult to write on kraft paper, the pencil is too faint, and the child's drawing is too abstract, so it's really hard to see what they're drawing.
"Dad, you're holding it upside down."
Wang Fang suddenly said.
"Oh, really?" Wang Tianxiao smiled awkwardly, turned the piece of paper over again, and suddenly paused.
Although the painting is still very vague and abstract, with twisted and slanted brushstrokes, you can still tell that she painted a small castle floating in mid-air.
The castle is supported by four huge pillars. The castle has houses of all shapes and sizes, and the chimneys on the roofs are also strange. Many of the houses even look like different small animals.
Flowers are planted between the houses, and what's even more interesting is that many small trees grow directly from the windows of the houses. Instead of bearing fruit, the trees are covered with small animals.
In the largest castle in the middle, you can see several small figures through the windows.
Wang Tianxiao had heard people say that people who are good at art are born with talent. In his previous life, he only knew that his daughter had talent in literature, but he never expected that she would also have such talent in painting.
Unfortunately, my family was too poor at the time, and we really overlooked it.
"Fangwa, your drawing is really good. What story is this?" Wang Tianxiao asked his daughter.
"This is our home."
"Huh?" Wang Tianxiao was taken aback. "This is our home?"
"Yes, look, this is our current house, this is our dog's house, this is where we cook, and I designed a pig roof for it. And this is my uncle's house. My uncle speaks slowly, like an old ox..."
Wang Fang enthusiastically told her father about her idea, and Wang Tianxiao listened with great interest.
The child's imagination is truly invincible. She didn't just design some houses; she designed different styles for each person.
For example, she designed Liu Yuan's room to be on the ground floor so that he would walk less and not have to climb stairs. She also thoughtfully painted a goat on Grandpa Liu's roof because she always thought that goats were transformed from the old man.
"You paint really well. Dad really likes your paintings. Fangwa, keep up the good work and become a great painter when you grow up."
"Hehe, actually I haven't finished drawing it yet."
Wang Fang took the painting back and lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed) to continue painting.
Wang Tianxiao smiled and said to his wife, "Fangwa seems to have a talent for painting. Shall we train her to paint in the future?"
Li Yali didn't understand these things very well. Hearing her husband say this, she smiled and said, "Anything is fine as long as the child is happy and lives a healthy life."
"Yes, that's true."
Wang Tianxiao sat up, took out his watch to check the time, and it was already past 3:40 pm.
He reluctantly got up from the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), got off the bed, poured some hot water, and quickly washed himself.
Yesterday, from day to night, I was killing wild boars and rescuing people. Although I had changed my clothes, I still had a faint fishy smell on me. I was too sleepy before going to bed to notice it, but when I woke up, I could smell it very clearly.
Of course, it's impossible to take a thorough and satisfying shower.
After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, I went out to check on the Wu brothers and their partners working. The results were good; the equipment Liu Yuan modified was very useful, achieving twice the result with half the effort, saving time, and producing even output.
He went for a quick trip in the mountains and returned at five o'clock with two bags of wild animals on his back.
This includes several days' worth of items, including the half-bag that was left in the goji berry bushes yesterday, which I also retrieved.
Because of the delay of more than a day, some of the weaker rabbits and pheasants could not hold on and were on the verge of death or even died.
He had no choice but to pick out the ones that weren't in good condition and leave them for the station staff to eat, while only keeping the lively ones, a total of sixteen, to be sent to the Wen Yuan Hotel.
He plans to go to the station tomorrow to discuss the contract, but he doesn't know if he can get it done smoothly. If things go slowly, it might take two or three days.
The deer blood wine here is almost ready, and he wants to send it to Zhang Wenyuan as soon as possible to resolve this matter.
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