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After the two families drank together last time, the relationship between Qiaoqiao and Zhou Wenhui, which had improved, has once again reached a freezing point.

Zhou Wenhui only remembered that Lin Jie mentioned a marriage of convenience, and he refuted it in time. Why was Qiaoqiao angry?

He might have said something he shouldn't have while drunk.

Zhou Wenhui wanted to explain, but Qiaoqiao was always so polite to him, which made him feel uneasy and out of sorts.

It was a bit hot in the summer. Qiaoqiao got up in the morning, helped Zhou Wenhui go to the toilet and eat breakfast, and then went to work in the fields.

We picked piles of chili peppers, eggplants, green beans, and cucumbers, and we couldn't possibly finish them all.

Blanch the long beans, hang them on the clothes rack in the yard to dry completely, and store them for winter.

The cucumbers are blanched, sun-dried until semi-dry, mixed with bright red chili peppers, and put into a jar. Pickled cucumbers can be eaten in two or three days.

The eggplant was peeled and dried in the sun. The tomatoes were cut into pieces and sprinkled with white sugar. Zhou Wenhui ate one bowl in the morning and one bowl in the afternoon.

Qiaoqiao was busy, drying and pickling vegetables, and there were many other things to do.

Then let's give it away, give it to Han Dan.

Han Dan is also a master at this. She dries the chilies directly until the skin turns white, turning them into white chilies. When stir-fried with pork belly, she can eat five bowls of rice with them.

Qiaoqiao is in a good mood even without talking to Zhou Wenhui now that she has made a friend.

Zhou Wenhui felt bad; they had been having a good chat, but now he couldn't exchange a single word.

I sat listlessly in the corridor, watching two country bumpkin women drying chili peppers.

Finally, the savior arrived.

"Yang Qiao, your brother, your brother is here..." Zhou Wenhui shouted, pointing to the wooden gate of the courtyard.

Qiaoqiao turned her head and, ignoring the mud all over her body, ran away like a sparrow.

"Brother, why did it take you so long to come see me?"

Yang Zheng carried two supports on his back and held fruit and clothes in his hands. Qiaoqiao hugged him and bounced around, just like when they were little.

"Qiaomei, how old are you? Don't act like a child." Yang Zheng scolded in a low voice.

"No matter how big she is, she's still your sister, brother. You didn't keep your word. You said you'd come to see me soon, and I've been waiting for two months."

"No holiday. We got an extra day off for July 1st, so I came."

"Come inside, come inside quickly."

In the vegetable garden, Han Dan called out loudly, "Qiaoqiao, your brother is here?"

"Yes, my brother works in a machine factory."

"Then you go ahead with your work, I'll just pick some green beans and head home."

"Okay." Qiaoqiao carried the fruit and tugged at her brother's clothes as they went home.

Seeing Qiaoqiao's enthusiasm, Zhou Wenhui was actually a little jealous.

Even if they are siblings, they still need to know their limits, hmph!

"Hello, Wenhui." Yang Zheng greeted Zhou Wenhui first.

"Oh, you're here. Come in," Zhou Wenhui said, sounding annoyed.

They did indeed go inside, leaving Zhou Wenhui standing in the hallway.

Zhou Wenhui was so angry that he wanted to call out to Qiaoqiao, but he held back.

Forget it, forget it, I'm an outsider in this family.

Yang Zheng washed his face and handed two floral shirts to Qiaoqiao: "Qiaoqiao, take a look and see if you like them?"

Qiaoqiao looked at it from left to right, nodding repeatedly: "I like it, it's so pretty."

He then pointed to a long package on the ground and asked, "Brother, what's this?"

Yang Zheng smiled, did not answer, turned around and went to the corridor to push Zhou Wenhui into the room.

"It's quite hot today, and the sun's ultraviolet rays are strong, so try to avoid sun exposure," Yang Zheng said with concern.

"It's all because of your sister. She pushed me out and then abandoned me," Zhou Wenhui said coldly.

No, on flat ground, you can push a wheelchair with your hands. My sister won't push you; you can come back by yourself.

Yang Zheng stole a glance at Qiaoqiao, who was busily working in the kitchen.

Yang Zheng opened the cloth bag, took out two steel plate prosthetics, and said, "Wenhui, look, my master and I made these."

Zhou Wenhui's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed: "This kind of prosthetic limb is nothing but self-deception."

"Yes, it is indeed simple and crude, but you can use it to stand up. Do you want to stand up?" Yang Zheng looked at Zhou Wenhui sincerely.

"Since you've started, give it a try."

Zhou Wenhui wanted to stand up, he really wanted to stand up, even if it was just for five or ten minutes, it would be better than sitting or lying down all day.

"I'll install it for you."

Yang Zheng took the prosthetic leg, unscrewed the screws on the interface, connected the interface to the broken leg, and then tightened it again.

"Is it too tight? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

After attaching the other prosthetic leg, Yang Zheng put his arm around Zhou Wenhui's waist and said, "Get up!" Zhou Wenhui stood up, not daring to move.

"Qiaoqiao, come here for a second, come here for a second."

Qiaoqiao, who was busy in the kitchen, walked into the living room, her mouth agape: "Zhou Wenhui, you, you can stand up now?"

"Qiaoqiao, take the cane out of your bag."

"Oh, okay."

Yang Zheng kept Zhou Wenhui from falling, and Qiaoqiao secured the two canes to Zhou Wenhui. Yang Zheng then slowly released his grip.

Walking, in reality, is about using a cane to control your center of gravity.

However, with two steel prosthetic limbs, the arm won't get too tired.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The prosthesis cannot exert force, so I drag myself along with my upper limb. Soon, the broken leg became red and swollen from the friction.

"Brother, don't go, his legs are red."

Yang Zheng tried to help Zhou Wenhui sit down, but Zhou Wenhui refused, saying, "No, let me walk a few more steps, just a few more steps."

Yang Zheng and Qiaoqiao's eyes immediately reddened.

Taking a few steps is so simple for an ordinary person. But for Zhou Wenhui, it was a luxury.

After walking for about twenty minutes, Zhou Wenhui walked steadily without falling.

Qiaoqiao was completely absorbed in watching the sizzling pork belly in the pot, which was emitting a delicious aroma.

Qiaoqiao hurriedly went to cook, while Yang Zheng helped Zhou Wenhui remove his prosthetic leg.

Looking at Zhou Wenhui's bright red broken leg, he said, "The steel plate is rubbing painfully, so let Qiaoqiao sew you a cloth pad. Walk for half an hour every day to move your whole body; it will exercise you and stretch your muscles. Once the electrically driven prosthesis is successfully developed, you will be able to move freely like a normal person."

Will electrically powered prosthetics really exist?

"Of course! My roommate was transferred to Shanghai. I told him to let me know as soon as I hear anything."

"You've been concerned about me all this time?"

"Of course, you had legs, but you lost them while defending the country. I believe in the country's technology, and you will soon be able to stand up again."

"Thank you, Yang Zheng."

Zhou Wenhui should have called him "brother," but since Zhou Wenhui was older, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"You're all sweaty, let me get you some water to take a bath."

Yang Zheng skillfully took the bath tub, gently lifted Zhou Wenhui into the bathroom, and helped him wipe his back and wash his hair.

After washing him clean, change him into clean clothes.

Zhou Wenhui was somewhat resistant, but Yang Zheng said, "It's okay, we're family, and we're all men, what's there to be ashamed of?"

This was the first time Zhou Wenhui had been naked in front of anyone other than his parents.

I blushed a little, but quickly got over it.

Some things, once done the first time, will be done countless times.

Sweating made him feel good, and Zhou Wenhui ate three bowls of rice.

Yang Zheng also ate three bowls. Qiaoqiao's stir-fried pork belly with chili peppers was really delicious.