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Lin Qingxue gave the order without hesitation, asking Wen Nuan and others to immediately arrange comfortable accommodation for these children.

Wen Nuan and others acted quickly. They cleaned the unused houses on the mountain and laid out warm bedding.

In a short while, one neat, clean and warm room after another was ready.

Then she asked people to find new clothes, including soft and comfortable underwear and thick outerwear, and prepared sufficient quantities to ensure that every child could wear well-fitting and warm clothes and no longer be affected by the cold.

At the same time, the kitchen was busy preparing hot and nutritious food for the children so that they could fill their stomachs and feel the warmth and care of home.

The surrounding area has been successfully reclaimed into a vast expanse of land. Under the sunlight, the land emits a dark luster, as if telling of its fertility and potential. On it are neatly planted tender green tea trees and fruit tree seedlings that have just broken through the ground.

As the breeze blows, these young and vibrant plants sway gently, as if dancing happily, showing people their determination and hope to thrive.

They are like green elves, bringing vitality and vigor to this once barren land, and allowing people to see the scene of a future harvest.

In addition, there is a group of lively and cute chickens and ducks running and playing happily and looking for food in a specific area specially enclosed by fences.

Sometimes they lower their heads to peck at the grains on the ground, and sometimes they raise their heads and make clear and pleasant calls, as if singing the beauty of this land, adding a bit of liveliness and liveliness to this quiet mountain.

At the same time, several small wooden houses with unique shapes and full of warm atmosphere quickly emerged from the ground like bamboo shoots in spring and stood there.

Some of these cabins are located at the foot of the mountain, while others are scattered on the mountainside. They are undulating, sparse and dense, and cleverly integrated into the surrounding natural scenery, as if forming an intoxicatingly beautiful picture.

From a distance, the wooden houses and the green mountains and waters complement each other beautifully.

A closer look at these wooden houses reveals that their walls are carefully constructed from strong and warm wood, with each board tightly connected, making them exceptionally strong. The roofs are even more unique, covered with a thick layer of thatch, like a soft straw hat on the wooden house.

Such a design can not only effectively resist the invasion of wind and rain, but also exudes a simple and friendly atmosphere, which makes people yearn for it.

When you walk into the wooden house, you will see that although the layout inside is simple, it has everything you need.

A comfortable bed is placed in the corner, with white sheets neatly spread out; a simple set of tables and chairs is placed next to the window, and sunlight shines through the window onto the table, forming patches of mottled light and shadow; and the small and exquisite stove stands quietly by the wall, waiting for the owner to light the fire for it and cook delicious meals.

All these daily necessities are placed just right, creating a comfortable and peaceful home environment, allowing people living in it to fully enjoy the tranquility and comfort.

Those old beggars who once had no place to live and wandered around now finally have a safe and comfortable place to live.

They walked into the wooden house with joy, touching every item in the house, with tears of emotion and happiness in their eyes.

They know that all this is hard-earned, so in addition to being filled with joy, they are also grateful and actively involved in helping to take care of the various complicated affairs on the mountain.

Some of them help take care of chickens and ducks, some participate in land reclamation and planting, and some are responsible for cleaning, cooking and washing clothes. They repay this hard-earned warmth and care with their actual actions, and contribute their own strength to the development of this barren mountain, making this once barren mountain more full of vitality and hope.

With everyone's joint efforts, life on the mountain gradually got back on track. Lin Qingxue formulated a detailed schedule and division of labor plan so that everyone can give full play to their role.

In the corners of a bustling city, there lives a group of special children - little beggars. These poor children were not born to live on the streets, but have undergone special training to embark on this path.

Among them, the older beggars took on various labor tasks, while the younger ones received education and training in different aspects.

In order to help these little beggars acquire more survival skills, four kind people, Wen Nuan, Wen Shui, Wen Rou and Wenquan, divided them into several groups.

Each group has a clear learning direction. Some focus on acquiring cultural knowledge, some are committed to practicing martial arts to strengthen their bodies, and some need to master accounting and business.

Wen Nuan and the other four were mainly responsible for teaching the little beggars martial arts. They demonstrated each move skillfully and corrected the children's postures and movements patiently and carefully.

At the same time, Li Jiangyang took on the responsibility of imparting cultural knowledge and accounting skills. He explained complex knowledge points in a vivid and interesting way, allowing children to learn in a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

However, teaching in the field of business was temporarily put on hold because Lin Qingxue and Lin Qingran really couldn't spare much time to personally guide them.

However, everyone knew that once the brother and sister had time, they would teach everything they knew and learned without reservation.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed. Since Gu Jinxuan left, three months have passed.

At this time, the imperial city has quietly entered autumn, the temperature is gradually dropping, and people are beginning to prepare winter clothes.

Inside the Lin Mansion, the morning sunlight shone through the window onto the dining table. After Lin Qingxue finished her breakfast, she slowly walked towards the front hall with Lin Xiaotao.

Following behind her were Wen Shui and Wen Rou. They walked lightly, closely following each other, and stood on both sides of Lin Qingxue, guarding her like loyal guards.

"Aunt, what should we do next?"

Lin Xiaotao stood steadily in front of Lin Qingxue. His slightly immature but resolute face was now filled with seriousness. His clear and bright eyes stared at the woman in front of him and asked anxiously.

Lin Qingxue raised her head slightly, her eyes falling on Lin Xiaotao, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart that this child was so calm at such a young age.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said slowly: "Xiao Tao, from now on, Auntie will personally teach you how to do business."

As she spoke, she shifted her gaze to Lin Xiaotao's face again, only to find that he remained expressionless, as if covered in a thick layer of frost, with no trace of emotion at all. An uninformed bystander observing this scene might actually mistakenly believe that she owed him a considerable sum of money!

Hearing his aunt's words, Lin Xiaotao nodded vigorously and responded, "Okay, aunt, just give me your instructions."

At this time, he was in his youth of thirteen or fourteen years old, full of vigor and fearless courage. He was like a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger. His drive and enthusiasm seemed to be able to burn away all difficulties and obstacles.

Seeing her nephew so eager to learn, Lin Qingxue's smile widened. She continued softly, "Well, first of all, the first lesson I want to teach you is to learn to greet people with a smile. No matter what kind of customer you are facing or what the situation is, you must never let others see through your thoughts and intentions."

After saying that, she paused for a moment, wanting to see if Lin Xiaotao understood what she said.

Lin Xiaotao blinked, thought for a moment, and then replied solemnly, "Don't worry, auntie. I understand."

Then he couldn't wait to ask, "What happens next?"

Lin Qingxue smiled slightly, reached out and gently patted Lin Xiaotao's shoulder, and said softly, "Don't be impatient, child. Just do as I say. Take a walk down the street and pay close attention to how those street vendors attract customers and successfully sell their goods. Remember, you must observe carefully!"

"I know, aunt!" Lin Xiaotao agreed without hesitation. Before he finished speaking, he turned around and walked straight to the door with light and firm steps. He disappeared at the door in an instant like a gust of wind.

From the respected elders to the young and inexperienced members of the Lin family, everyone has unreserved trust in Lin Qingxue.

No matter what she said, everyone would believe it without hesitation, without even a hint of doubt.

Because they knew very well that if Lin Qingxue wanted to harm everyone, then she would never have gone to the trouble of escorting everyone all the way to the imperial city; and she would not have worked so hard to lead everyone to do business and make a lot of money.

This trust did not come out of thin air, but was built on Lin Qingxue's good deeds over the long term, and more importantly, because they are a family.

After receiving Lin Qingxue's instructions, Lin Xiaotao happily set out on the street alone. The sunlight fell on the ancient stone road, reflecting a faint light.

The streets are lined with all kinds of stalls and shops, with shouts and bargaining sounds coming one after another, interweaving into a lively symphony of the city.

Lin Xiaotao was not strolling aimlessly as he walked through the market. His bright eyes were like a sharp hunter, always keeping an eye on the activities of the small vendors around him.

He saw the fruit stall owner enthusiastically introducing the freshness and taste of each fruit to customers; the snack vendor skillfully stir-fried the delicacies in the pot, the aroma overflowing attracted passers-by to stop and buy; and the craftsman selling handicrafts was concentrating on carving the work in his hands, his superb skills were amazing.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingxue had some free time. Since everything at the training base was running smoothly and there weren't any emergencies she needed to personally handle, she decided to take a good rest at home.

In the spacious and bright courtyard, the breeze gently blew through the curtains, bringing a hint of fresh air. Lin Qingxue lay comfortably on the soft chaise longue in the study, closed her eyes, and let her body and mind completely relax.

Gu Jinxuan, who was far away in the south city, was now surrounded by blood and chaos. The heavy atmosphere made it almost hard for him to breathe.

He stood on the battlefield with a solemn expression, and wherever he looked, he saw the bodies of herdsmen lying on the ground in all directions.

Those once vibrant lives now lay lifeless on the land. The blood flowing from their bodies gathered into dark red streams, dyeing the surrounding ground a glaring scarlet. The whole scene was shocking and horrific.

Gu Jinxuan stared blankly at the tragic scene in front of him, his heart feeling like a mixture of mixed feelings.

He knew very well that these kind and simple herdsmen should not have been involved in this cruel dispute, but war has always been ruthless. It will not feel pity or stop its rampage because of people's innocence.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand. Due to the long battle, the sword had already been stained red with the blood of the enemy and himself.

Under the scorching sun, the sword reflected a cold and biting light, and that light seemed to be silently mourning for these deceased souls.

His thoughts drifted away, and the gentle and charming face of Lin Qingxue emerged in Gu Jinxuan's mind. It had been three months since they parted ways, the woman who had warmed his heart like the sun in winter.

During this long and difficult period, although he had to face heavy military duties and life-and-death tests every day, whenever he had a little free time, he could not help but think of Lin Qingxue's bright smile, clever mind and unwavering eyes.

Whenever he thought of this, a tender feeling would quietly well up in his heart, making him temporarily forget the killing and suffering around him. He knew that he had the responsibility of defending his country and his people, but this longing grew wildly in his heart like weeds.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes firm and resolute, and secretly vowed in his heart: when the war ended, he would rush back to her side as soon as possible, stand shoulder to shoulder with her, and jointly protect the warm home that they had built with their concerted efforts.

At this moment, the billowing smoke that filled the battlefield had not yet completely dissipated, but the heart-pounding sound of the enemy's horn could be faintly heard from a distant place.

Gu Jinxuan couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he wanted to swallow the remaining bloody smell in the air into his stomach. He adjusted his state slightly, gripped the hilt of the sword in his hand tightly, and felt the power transmitted from the cold metal.

He knew very well that the fierce battle before him was far from over, and he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, so he had to grit his teeth and persevere no matter what.

Because behind him, there is not only the motherland that gave birth to him, but also the endless concern hidden deep in his heart.

Finally, when the last enemy fell to the ground, Gu Jinxuan still did not dare to relax even a little. He looked around vigilantly, fearing that there was an enemy lurking in some dark corner waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Temperature, Wensu!"

Gu Jinxuan forced himself to cheer up and shouted loudly towards a place not far away. He slowly inserted the long sword in his hand into the ground under his feet, then half-knelt down, barely able to stabilize his body with the support of the sword.

Due to the long and fierce fighting, his voice had become hoarse and low, but the majesty contained in it was not diminished at all.