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"We need people. We really need people. Actually, I still have a lot of ideas. I want to recruit more painters in the future. In fact, what I want to print the most is this." Xie Wanxing said as he opened the drawer with swift movements and took out a comic book. It was the little boxing picture book that Chen Zhifei had drawn for him.

Cheng Hui took it, flipped through it curiously, and asked, "Is this something Ah Fei drew a while ago? What are you going to do? Are you going to wholesale and print martial arts secret manuals?"

"Of course not. This kind of gift from my cousin is definitely not right. What if it's a family secret?" Xie Wanxing waved his hands quickly. "I was thinking of drawing a set of radio gymnastics like those in modern times, which are used by the whole nation to strengthen their bodies."

"Who would buy something like this? Ordinary people definitely wouldn't buy it. The rich and powerful have bodyguards at home, and they all practice martial arts themselves. Who would buy this?"

"So I'm definitely not selling it. When the bookstore becomes influential in the future, I want to give it away. Instead of relying on doctors to treat diseases, it's better to strengthen the body from the root." Xie Wanxing stretched out his fingers, gently stroking the pages of the picture book drawn by Chen Zhifei, and said thoughtfully.

Xie Lin and his friends had already mastered this set of boxing techniques very well, and the comic book was of little use to them, so Xie Wanxing took it back. Now it has become the key to inspiring new ideas.

"This idea is fresh and meaningful." Cheng Hui nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in her eyes. "However, it will not be easy to realize. It will take a lot of effort."

"I know, Mom, it's not easy, so just do it slowly."

"Come to think of it, my cousin wrote me a letter, but I haven't replied yet. I'll send him a package." Xie Wanxing changed the subject and thought of Chen Zhifei's letter. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and a smile appeared on her face. Chen Zhifei was a very interesting person.

"Okay, what are you going to put? Do you want your mother to prepare something for you?" Cheng Hui became interested and asked curiously.

"As for food, drinks, daily necessities and books from the bookstore, I'll send him a batch when the time comes." Xie Wanxing touched his chin.

"He should be stationed in Miaozhou with the army now. Maybe we will have a chance to go back to Miaozhou in the future." Xie Wanxing narrowed her eyes slightly. In fact, she didn't have any sense of belonging to Miaozhou or here. Anyway, as long as the family could be together, it was enough.

"You want to go back to Miaozhou?" Cheng Hui was stunned, a hint of doubt appeared on her face.

"Miaozhou? I don't really care, but it's better in Kyoto. It's rich in resources, business is easier to do, and it's also good for my brother and the others to study." Xie Wanxing shook his head slightly, his tone quite indifferent.

As a prosperous capital, Kyoto gathers wealth, talents and opportunities from all over the world. Here, whether it is to expand various businesses or to provide support for the brothers' studies, there are unique advantages.

"Kyoto has a wide network of contacts and fast information flow, so it is more suitable for our current development. However, grandma and the others should want to go back to Miaozhou. But it seems that she is living well here now." As Xie Wanxing spoke, he lowered his head slightly, his gaze returned to the pages of the book spread out in front of him, dipped the brush in ink, and continued to copy the book.

The pen made a rustling sound as it moved across the paper. For Old Lady Shen's generation, Miaozhou was their hometown, carrying their lifelong memories and nostalgia.

Now, Mrs. Shen's life in Shuwei Village seems to have gradually settled down. The prosperity and bustle of Kyoto and the company of her family may have brought some comfort to her homesickness.

"Take your time copying. Mom's going out first. A Yao should be here soon. You can keep these two hot water bottles for fun. I'll have them start stocking up tomorrow and wait for them to be put on the shelves in Xingbao Pavilion." Cheng Hui put the things down and walked out.

There was no homework today, so Xie Wanxing copied the book for a while, and his wrists gradually felt sore.

Xie Wanxing put down the pen in his hand, shook it gently, stretched his slightly stiff fingers, and planned to change his mood and write a reply to Chen Zhifei.

She changed her pen and dipped it in ink, but the tip of the pen was suspended in the air and didn't fall down. She didn't know where to start. After thinking for a moment, she simply stopped being restrained and wrote about her visit to the village today, just like a primary school student writing a diary.

Chen Zhifei was a really interesting person. As a son of a prince, he spoke softly and was gentle and polite when talking to others. He also had a dry sense of humor, and often spoke in a flat tone and with a serious expression to make her laugh.

What Xie Wanxing remembered most vividly was his hands. They were very beautiful, with distinct joints, slender fingers, and fair skin. The handwriting he wrote was beautiful, the painting he did was interesting, and he could also make beautiful sword flowers.

She smiled, finished writing her elementary school diary, and then continued copying the book.

The next day, Xie Wanxing appeared in the kitchen carrying two hot water bottles. She raised the hot water bottles in her hands and said to Aunt Li, "Aunt Li, could you please fill some hot water in them for me to try?"

Aunt Li nodded hurriedly, took the hot water bag, turned around and walked to the stove, scooped up some boiling hot water with a ladle, and slowly poured it into the bag.

After filling the hot water bag, Aunt Li handed it back to Xie Wanxing, her eyes full of curiosity as she said, "Miss, what is this? It feels so warm."

Xie Wanxing explained with a smile, "Aunt Li, this is called a hot water bottle. It's a new gadget made in the workshop. It's perfect for warming your hands when the weather gets cold. I'll send you two when winter comes."

"Oh, Miss, this is impossible." Aunt Li waved her hands quickly, rubbing her rough palms on her apron, her eyes full of gratitude and uneasiness. "Miss, you always take good care of us. How can we ask for your things again? This hot water bottle must have taken a lot of effort to make. It must be very precious."

"Hey, this thing is not expensive. It will be mass-produced later. I just want to take it for a few more nights to warm my feet." Xie Wanxing gently shook the hot water bottle in his hand and said with a smile, "Aunt Li, please don't be polite with me. The cost of making this in the workshop is not high. In the future, ordinary people will be able to afford it. You work so hard for the family and are always busy in the kitchen in winter. This hot water bottle can warm your hands."

She was slightly moved, tears of emotion flashing in her eyes, and she said with a trembling voice, "Then, thank you, Miss."

"Aunt Li, you're welcome. I'll bring it back to you later. I'll go out first!" Xie Wanxing smiled and waved his hand and left the kitchen.

Xie Wanxing entered the dining room. There were many people in the room. Several of her brothers were there, busy getting their breakfast. She saw her breakfast at a glance, which was quietly placed next to Tang Ze. Tang Ze had already been sitting there steadily, eating his breakfast slowly and leisurely.

At first, Tang Ze needed to eat at a separate table, but after Xie Wanxing's persuasion, he agreed to dine at this big table.

At first, his behavior was a little reserved and his movements were a little cautious, but over the past two days, he seemed to have completely adapted and even got used to sitting next to Xie Wanxing in the morning to eat breakfast.

"Good morning, senior brother." Xie Wanxing greeted him warmly while casually placing the hot water bottle on the table. Then he sat down naturally, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started to eat breakfast.

Hearing this, Tang Ze turned slightly to look at Xie Wanxing. His gaze fell on the hot water bottle on the table. "Good morning, Junior Sister. What is this?"