The atmosphere in the Song family was subtly changing, becoming increasingly joyful.

When Song Wanli, a member of the family, no longer had a gloomy face and became more tolerant; when he stopped being at odds with his brothers and treated his wife and children very kindly; when the children were all lively and lovely and got along well, and were positive and motivated under Tingnan's leadership; when the loving family also cured Aunt Yi Dani's mental illness, which had been going on for a very long time.

Zuo Renxin and Yang Sumei are both grateful that their daughter has grown a lot in the family they have lived in for half a year. She has become worldly-wise, humble, strong, independent and filial. They really don't have to worry about her anymore.

Du Hongxue remained adamant in separating Zuo Jinyue and Zheng Xiangqian; he was just that petty.

He felt a great sense of crisis. Zheng Xiangqian was quite handsome, and after practicing martial arts for half a year, his masculinity had become even stronger. He had heard that he had already started building a factory. As a rural person, he had a lot of courage.

Fortunately, Zuo Jinyue was only concerned about Zheng Ruidong. That child was truly a walking encyclopedia of questions, with so many unanswered ones. This also shows how lacking rural education really is. No wonder Xiaoyue couldn't let go of Tingnan and still had to find a way to take Tingnan out.

All good things must come to an end. After repeatedly thanking Qian Shuzhen and Song Wanli's family, Zuo Renxin followed Zuo Jinyue on her way home.

She truly couldn't bear to part with Tingnan, and couldn't bear to leave this place. She repeatedly urged Tingnan to write to her more often. Seeing Xiaoyue's sadness, Du Hongxue whispered something in her ear, and Zuo Jinyue finally smiled through her tears, waved goodbye, and said goodbye until they met again.

Teacher Zuo left, and Zheng Ruidong surrounded Gao Haoran again, this time bringing his older brother along. He's completely unlocked his potential. Social anxiety? You must be joking.

Of course, Zheng Xiangqian came along this time for two reasons: first, to talk to Tingnan about the details of building the factory, and second, to see Master Gao Haoran.

Having interacted with many people outside, he knew that one must be strong oneself to succeed. In his rural hometown, conquering others required both imposing presence and a powerful fist.

He also wants to travel all over the country in the future, so he must take advantage of the opportunity to hone his skills.

Whether it's teaching one or two, it's still teaching. Gao Haoran took the two brothers back to his mountain for a few days of special training.

After chatting with her mother for a while, Tingnan gave up her space to her grandmother. The mother and daughter hadn't seen each other for five or six years.

When Ting Nan arrived at Song Wanli's factory, which specialized in making bamboo products, he saw him smoking.

"Uncle!"

"Tingnan, didn't you talk to your mother?"

"She's talking to her grandmother. What's wrong? You were just fine a moment ago."

"Ting Nan, don't you think I'm useless? I can't do anything!" Song Wanli slapped his foot, caught in self-doubt. It's true what they say, comparison is the thief of joy. His peer, Zuo Renxin, was undoubtedly a successful man, while Gao Haoran was a free-spirited master.

“Uncle, how could you think that? Look at your hands, they’re very capable. It’s these hands that have supported our family and provided for us.” Tingnan was grateful to Song Wanli. Although he raised her when she was just over two years old, partly out of ulterior motives and partly to obey his mother’s wishes, it did increase his burden, and he truly did raise her. The expenses of this large family all came from the bamboo products he made.

“Uncle, you’ve already supported my schooling, and you’ll have to support Mingxiang and Mingfu’s schooling in the future. Things will get better and better for us. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. We have our own advantages, we should live our own lives and not compare ourselves to others,” Song Tingnan advised Song Wanli.

All these years of travel haven't been in vain, the gossip and stories haven't been wasted, and the wise elders have shared their life lessons with me.

Of course, Song Wanli was alright; after some comforting, he got back to work.

Unlike the Mu family's courtyard, where the grandfather and grandson often sat under the old banyan tree.

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