'Farming? Bamboo weaving?'
When Li Xiaoran heard her sister's words, she suddenly had an idea.
"Then let Father farm and weave bamboos!"
Li Xiaoqing didn't understand what her sister was talking about and looked at Li Xiaoran blankly.
"Don't worry! I know what to do. I'll definitely stop Father from continuing to feel dejected!" Li Xiaoran said confidently.
Although Li Xiaoqing didn't know what her sister was thinking, since her sister had said so, she must have found a solution!
Therefore, Li Xiaoqing didn't take this matter to heart and continued to burn the fire.
The water quickly boiled. Li Xiaoran brought the teapot over and grabbed a handful of dried chrysanthemums to steep.
The people who had been busy all morning were much more energetic when they smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemum tea.
"Husband, I see a forest of fruit trees beside our house. What are these fruit trees?" Li Xiaoran asked as she sewed the blanket.
