Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

Ping An's consciousness quietly returned to Liu Ping An's body inadvertently, as if a warm and familiar force gently enveloped his entire soul. Today, there was no heavy farm work or trivial chores, so he was able to enjoy this rare leisure time. After lunch, the lazy sunlight shone through the window and sprinkled on his body, bringing an indescribable comfort. He squinted his eyes, enjoying the tranquility, and fell asleep unknowingly.

When he woke up from his nap, it was almost dusk, but the leisure and tranquility did not dissipate. He got up slowly and had a simple but warm dinner. In Liu Ping'an's home, dinner is always like this, without fancy dishes, but full of homely flavor, which makes people feel satisfied.

After dinner, the family sat together, enjoying this rare tranquility. The afterglow of the setting sun was like fine gold powder, decorating the entire courtyard like a dream. The breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness and the unique freshness of the mountains. All of this made Liu Ping'an feel extremely comfortable and relaxed.

At this moment, a family member came over with a large bundle of lush green bamboos, breaking the tranquility. These bamboos seemed to be a gift from nature, exuding the fragrance of soil and the charm of the mountains. They planned to use these bamboos to weave backpacks for use during the busy farming season. This diligence and wisdom is the precious wealth passed down by Liu Ping'an's family.

Liu Pingan witnessed this scene, and his curiosity and excitement were instantly ignited. He immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks and followed his family closely, wanting to witness the weaving process of the backpack with his own eyes. The sisters Xiaoxia and Xiaoyan also joined in, their eyes clear and bright, flashing with curiosity about the world and expectations for the future. Xiaoqiang and Xiaotao, two lively and cute boys, ran and jumped excitedly on the side, their laughter echoing in the air, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet evening.

The adults began to work together, some cutting bamboo strips, some weaving the bottom. Their techniques were skillful and precise, and every cut and every movement revealed the accumulation of years and experience. Liu Ping'an and his other children gathered around tightly, staring at all this with wide eyes. Their eyes were full of curiosity and desire to explore the unknown world, as if they wanted to deeply imprint every detail in their minds.

In this quiet evening, Liu Pingan not only witnessed the weaving process of the backpack, but also felt the unity and cooperation of his family. He deeply knows that this diligence and wisdom, this unity and cooperation, are the roots of their family's ability to be passed down from generation to generation and to thrive. And he also deeply engraved this precious wealth in his heart, and it became an indispensable part of his growth path.

"Come on, Ping An, try to weave it in like this." Father Liu Jianjun's voice is gentle and mellow, like a breeze in spring, gently blowing across the quiet lake. Although it does not cause any waves, it makes people feel extremely comfortable and at ease. That voice seems to contain a deep power that transcends time and space, which can reach the softest and most sensitive corners in the depths of people's hearts and awaken those long-dormant warm memories. At the same time, his hands, which have been tempered by the years, are rough and extremely dexterous, just like an experienced and skilled dancer, lightly shuttled between the bamboo strips, and every movement seemed so elegant and calm. While he skillfully manipulated the bamboo strips in his hands, making them cleverly intertwined and tightly entangled like obedient children, he used his magnetic voice to explain in detail every skill and trick of weaving a backpack to the children sitting around, for fear that they would miss any details.

Liu Ping'an widened his eyes, held his breath, and stretched out his tender little hand with a slight tremor, carefully taking the bamboo strips handed over by his father. His face was full of tension and anticipation, as if at this moment, he had become the focus of the whole audience, and all eyes were focused on him. His heartbeat sounded like drumbeats from a distance, beating his chest forcefully again and again, reminding him of the importance of the moment. With the careful teaching of his father and the encouragement of his family, he began to try to insert the bamboo strips in his hand between other bamboo strips. At first, his movements seemed a little clumsy, even a little flustered, but in the loving and encouraging eyes of his family, he gradually found the rhythm and his technique became more and more skilled. Every time he successfully completed a step, the corners of his mouth would unconsciously raise a bright smile, and that smile was full of pride and joy, as if announcing to the world: "Look, I can do it too!"

Sisters Xiaoxia and Xiaoyan were sitting close to their mother, earnestly learning to weave the sides of the backpack. Although their fingers were slender, they were very deft at work, as if they were born to weave. While weaving, they talked about interesting things in school and their future dreams. Their clear and pleasant laughter was like the singing of birds in the mountains, adding a bit of warmth and joy to this busy and fulfilling night.

Xiaoqiang and Xiaotao were not far behind. Although they were not strong enough, they still tried their best to help organize the bamboo or deliver tools. They were busy and playing at the same time, as if they were in a silent competition to see who could complete the task faster and who could win more praise from the family. Their liveliness and activity added some vitality and fun to this loving family, filling the whole yard with laughter.

As time goes by, strong and durable backpacks are gradually formed with the joint efforts of everyone. They not only carry the hard work and sweat of the family, but also carry their beautiful expectations and hopes for future life. The sunset slowly sinks to the west, and the sky is dyed with gorgeous sunset glow. The colors are like the paint on the palette, colorful and charming, as if it is the best gift of nature to the hard work of this family. The yard is brightly lit and full of laughter, as if it is a small paradise that makes people linger.

As night fell, when the last backpack was finished, the whole family sat together to share the harvest and joy of the day. They talked about the process of weaving the backpacks and the interesting things in it, as if it was a precious memory that they should cherish for a lifetime. Liu Pingan looked at the backpacks that he had personally participated in weaving, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. He knew that these backpacks not only witnessed the unity, cooperation and co-creation of his family, but also witnessed their growth and changes. They will accompany this family through spring, summer, autumn and winter, witnessing the changes of time and the bits and pieces of life, and become the most precious wealth in their hearts.

At this time, Grandpa Liu walked out slowly from the inner room under the dim light. Although his steps were old, he revealed a steadyness that came from years of experience. The pieces of fine wood he held tightly in his hands were like treasures in his heart, with clear textures and warm colors, as if every line contained the endless power and wisdom of nature. He smiled at his busy and harmonious family in front of him, his eyes flashing with love and satisfaction, as if he could travel through time and space and see the prosperous future of his family.

"Children, come and see what grandpa has made for you." Grandpa's words were gentle and full of magnetism. Every word was like a ray of sunshine in winter, instantly warming everyone's heart and dispelling all fatigue and coldness. As he spoke, he took out a sharp axe and a series of exquisite woodworking tools from his tool kit and began to skillfully cut and polish the wood, preparing to add a few practical works of art to this home - a few wooden stools.

When the family members heard Grandpa's call, they gathered around and formed a warm circle. They watched Grandpa's calloused but extremely dexterous hands intently, as if performing magic, and how he carefully carved the seemingly ordinary pieces of wood into the outline of a wooden stool. Every cut and every polish revealed Grandpa's love and persistence for his craft, and the family members couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, praising Grandpa's craftsmanship.

"Grandpa, you are awesome!" Xiaoqiang and Xiaotao shouted excitedly, their voices clear and melodious, their eyes sparkling with admiration and respect. They couldn't wait to try the wooden bench made by their grandfather, to feel the simplicity and warmth from nature, as if they could feel their grandfather's love and expectations for them by sitting on it.

Xiaoxia and Xiaoyan also came over, their curiosity was fully aroused, they stared at the wood in Grandpa's hands without blinking, imagining what they would look like after becoming wooden stools. They knew that these wooden stools were not only practical pieces of furniture, but also a reflection of Grandpa's love and care for his family, and part of the family heritage.

Liu Pingan also walked over quietly. He stood aside and watched his grandfather's busy figure silently, his heart full of respect and gratitude. He knew that his grandfather was not only making wooden stools, but also passing on the family tradition and wisdom in this way, so that their generation could continue to carry it forward.

Under the guidance of grandpa, the family members also began to try to make wooden stools. Although their skills were not as skillful as grandpa's, everyone tried their best and enjoyed the fun of creation. The yard was filled with laughter again, and the atmosphere became more warm and harmonious, as if the whole world was surrounded by the warmth of home.

As time goes by, exquisite wooden stools are gradually formed with the joint efforts of everyone. Although they are simple but practical, each one embodies the hard work and sweat of the family, as if it can carry the happiness and joy of the whole family. When night falls, the whole family sits together, sitting on the wooden stools they made by themselves, sharing the harvest and joy of the day, and the sense of accomplishment and happiness arises spontaneously, as if the whole world has become so beautiful.

Liu Pingan looked at the wooden stools with deep emotion. He knew that these wooden stools were not just pieces of furniture, but also the emotional bond between family members, carrying their love for life and their beautiful expectations for the future. They would accompany the family through wonderful times one after another, becoming an indispensable part of the family heritage and witnessing the prosperity of the family.

At this moment, Liu Pingan deeply felt the warmth and strength of his family. He firmly believed that no matter what difficulties and challenges he encountered in the future, as long as his family united as one and worked together, they would be able to overcome everything and move towards a better future. This power of family will always accompany them and become the most precious wealth in their lives.