At that moment, Wang Yongping, without any hesitation, walked up with a smile and gave each of his brothers a punch, "It's been a long time since we three brothers have seen each other. After we plant the tree, let's go to the village smithy to pick up some stuff. I'm heading into the mountains in a few days. Are you guys coming?"
It was just like any other day.
Seeing that Wang Yongping wasn't angry with them at all, nor was he holding a grudge, the Li Family Brothers were naturally happy.
They quickly planted the tree and walked arm in arm to the mouth of the village.
Leaving behind Li Zhuye, the young girl felt annoyed, watching her heartless brothers who had forgotten their sister for their brotherhood, stomping her feet in vexation.
Today, Wang Yongzhu was still practicing needlework in the courtyard. She had learned threading the needle yesterday, and today, she began learning to tie knots and the simplest stitching techniques.
