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"Use larger sticks to insert diagonally into the ground to make a frame. This must be an odd number, seven or nine sticks are more suitable."

Use smaller, thinner twigs to carefully thread the braid through the wood, tucking the ends inside, working from the bottom up. See, you can slowly weave it like this.

"Thank you, I'll make it up."

"Hey, you're quite skillful with your hands. How come you couldn't weave it well before?"

"I didn't know how to weave it before. I thought it was made of rattan, and that rattan was cut and woven."

"The vines are too soft and will collapse easily. Thin wooden strips are better. Hey, if you don't know how to weave, why don't you find someone to learn from? You're so smart, you'll definitely figure it out in no time."

"No way, I'm so clumsy." Yang Xiaoling wiped her sweat, her ears slightly red, whether from the heat or from Lin Chuan staring at her.

"I thought this was something someone else was making money from, so I was too embarrassed to ask them."

"Why are you so silly? What's there to be embarrassed about? I invented this thing, and I didn't say anything even though a bunch of people copied it."

"You invented this? You're so clever."

"Right, I also think I'm very smart."

The shameless Lin Chuan claimed the title of inventor without the slightest embarrassment.

The two were chatting idly on the mountain when suddenly Yang Xiaoling exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh no, I need to change Dad's IV drip. Let's go back first, I'll take this back and weave it."

"Then you should go back first, I'll take these."

Yang Xiaoling hesitated for a moment, then thanked Kuang and ran home.

The Yang family.

As the IV drip dwindled, Yang's father called out "Xiaoling" several times, but received no response.

He struggled to get up, but he had no strength left. The IV drip was completely empty, and the last bit of fluid was slowly dripping from the syringe.

"Xiaoling, Xiaoling."

"Hey, here it comes."

At the last moment, Yang Xiaoling finally ran back and replaced the needle with an IV drip.

At this point, the IV fluid in the syringe had completely drained, and the blood in the vein began to flow back into the syringe.

Fortunately, the IV drip was started, which pushed the blood back into the veins.

"Xiaoling, where have you been? I've called you several times and you haven't heard me."

"I'm going to weave a cage. After getting an injection, they said you need to eat more, so I was thinking of weaving a cage to catch some fish for you to make soup."

"It's okay, I know my body. There's nothing I need to supplement. I'll just go about my normal routine. I heard a man's voice in the yard earlier. Who was that?"

"Ah, it's Lin Chuan from Qiaotouwan. He came to ask me to get an injection. He's the one who taught me how to make the cage."

"I've heard he's a good person. You should thank him for this later. Send him a few fish when you catch them."

"Yes, I know."

Yang's father had a very strong sense of self-respect and taught Yang Xiaoling from a young age not to owe others anything.

This is why, even though Yang Xiaoling's family was poor and she had no debts, she would often express her gratitude. These two points are actually quite rare in rural areas.

Yang Xiaoling poured her father a glass of water and a cup of tea, then placed them on a chair in the yard. Just then, Lin Chuan returned.

She quickly went to meet him and took the wood-chopping knife and the half-finished cage from Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan then placed the thin wooden branches in a shady spot.

"Thank you, please have some water."

"Um."

Lin Chuan sipped his drink from his cup, while Yang Xiaoling squatted down to continue weaving the cage.

She was very skillful; Lin Chuan only taught her once, and she was already weaving quite well.

In the yard, with her father inside the house, Lin Chuan didn't dare to speak. He just watched her work without feeling bored at all.

Yang Xiaoling felt Lin Chuan's gaze and her face grew increasingly red. She was too embarrassed to look up, so she could only concentrate on what she was doing.

Girls at this time are very sensitive. Yang Xiaoling's hands moved mechanically, and her mind inevitably started to wander.

But she forgot that she had started her period these past few days.

To make it easier to work, Yang Xiaoling was squatting. Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't even realize that her legs were getting number.

When she realized it, her stomach started to hurt. Yang Xiaoling tried to get up and sit down, but she felt that she couldn't move.

Her complexion grew increasingly pale, turning from red to white, and she began to sweat.

"What's wrong with you? You look worse and worse. Are you sick?"

Yang Xiaoling managed to squeeze out, "My legs are numb. Could you get me a chair?"

"Okay, I'll get it for you right away."

Lin Chuan pulled over the chair he was sitting in: "How are you? Do you need me to help you?"

"No, no need, I'm fine."

Yang Xiaoling held onto the chair, trying to move to sit down.

But her feet were too numb, her stomach was in excruciating pain, and she had no strength at all.

She held onto the chair and forced herself to stand up, but her body swayed and she and the chair fell to one side.

Lin Chuan had been watching closely the whole time. When the chair tipped over halfway, he held it down with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Yang Xiaoling's waist.

Lin Chuan straightened the chair, and with a jerk, lifted Yang Xiaoling onto it.

"What's wrong with you? I'll go find someone to give you a shot and see."

Lin Chuan sounded anxious, and as he spoke, he wanted to call Sun Cai, worried that something might have happened to his wife.

"Don't."

Seeing Lin Chuan turn around, Yang Xiaoling felt a surge of anxiety. Her family was already poor, and if they were to call Sun Cai, it would be like adding insult to injury. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she suddenly grabbed Lin Chuan's hand:

"Don't go, my leg is numb, it's nothing serious, could you please get me a glass of water?"

"Um."

Lin Chuan agreed but didn't go. Yang Xiaoling paused for a few seconds before realizing she was still holding his hand.

Her hand, as if gripping a piece of charcoal, immediately loosened, and a blush rose to her face, making her complexion look much better.

Seeing that the other party had let go, Lin Chuan ran to the kitchen to pour water for Yang Xiaoling.

Fortunately, every household in the countryside has its own kitchen, so he didn't have to see Yang's father; otherwise, he would have felt quite guilty.

The kitchen furniture was old, but it was arranged neatly and was very clean, much cleaner than Lin Chuan's house.

Lin Chuan took out a thermos with badly chipped porcelain, but couldn't find a cup, so he had to open the cupboard and take out a bowl.

The cupboard was also very clean, with everything neatly arranged, and there was even a bowl of stir-fried pickled cowpeas inside.

The dark yellow cowpeas contained bright red chili peppers, red ginger, and even garlic, making them look quite delicious.

Lin Chuan inexplicably stretched out a hand, but halfway through, he pulled it back and slapped himself.

That's so pathetic. You should only eat when someone invites you. Stealing food is just so tasteless.

After pouring the water, Lin Chuan moved a chair and placed the bowl in front of Yang Xiaoling.

"It's a little hot, wait a moment."

"Yes, thank you."

"Don't mention it, just call me if you need anything."

Now that they were close by, and with Lin Chuan's keen sense of smell, he detected a faint odor of blood. Without thinking, he spoke:

"Are you on your period?"