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Jia Zhang was a little calmer, but her attitude was still somewhat dissatisfied: "Let's just forget about this matter. I hope similar problems won't occur again in the future."

Li Xiangqian nodded. Although he was a little unhappy, he knew that dealing with these problems was the most important thing. He returned to the warehouse and took out some new grain, ready to redistribute it to Jia Zhangshi.

When Li Xiangqian handed the new grain to Jia Zhangshi, Jia Zhangshi's expression eased a little, but still a little cold: "Thank you, Li Xiangqian. I hope things between us will go more smoothly in the future."

Li Xiangqian smiled slightly, feeling a little tired, but he still insisted on maintaining his politeness and attitude: "You're welcome, I will try my best. If you have any questions, please let me know at any time."

After Jia Zhang left, Li Xiangqian sat in the yard and took a deep breath. He felt a little tired inside, but more of a reflection on how to deal with the problem. He knew that in dealing with people, he would always encounter various problems and challenges, and he had to learn to face them with a calm mind.

As night fell, Li Xiangqian walked to the gate of the courtyard and looked at the cold night outside, feeling a little heavy in his heart. He knew that life was not only about the joy of harvest, but also about various troubles and challenges. However, it was these challenges and problems that made him more determined in his principles and attitude in handling affairs.

The winter dusk quietly descended, and the courtyard of the quadrangle courtyard was filled with a quiet and deep atmosphere. Li Xiangqian had just finished his work in the yard and was about to return to the house. He took off his wet work shoes and planned to put on slippers. However, when he walked to the shoe rack, he found that his slippers were missing. He suddenly felt confused and uneasy.

Li Xiangqian carefully checked the shoe rack and confirmed that the slippers were indeed not there. He squatted down and began to check every possible corner of the yard, hoping to find the familiar slippers. Various thoughts kept coming to his mind: Did the wind blow them away? Or did someone accidentally take them by mistake? Or did I forget to put them somewhere?

He walked around the yard for a few times but still couldn't find his slippers. Annoyance gradually spread in his heart, and he couldn't help but start to worry: although the slippers are small, they are his personal belongings after all, and it would always make people feel uneasy if they can't be found. Moreover, the temperature has dropped in the past few days, and he feels particularly uncomfortable walking barefoot on the ground.

Li Xiangqian's wife came out and asked with concern, "What's wrong? What are you looking for?"

Li Xiangqian turned around and looked at his wife, frowning slightly: "The slippers I just took off are gone. I searched for a long time but couldn't find them. I don't know what happened."

A trace of doubt flashed across the wife's face. She walked to the shoe rack, took a look, and then said, "Maybe our little son lost it? I'll go ask him if he saw it."

Li Xiangqian nodded, feeling a little uneasy: "Okay then. I'll continue looking for it myself and see if I can find it."

He returned to the yard and continued to search in every corner. His anxiety gradually increased, and he couldn't help but wonder: Would the missing slippers affect his future work? Or would it cause inconvenience to his family? These questions kept lingering in his mind, making him feel uneasy.

Not long after, his wife came over with their little son. The little son lowered his head in shame and said, "Dad, I saw your slippers in the yard, and I was just about to take them back."

Li Xiangqian breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing his youngest son's appearance, his anxiety gradually subsided. His wife turned around and said softly, "The youngest son said that he saw the slippers in the corner and didn't have time to return them to you. He will go and look for them right now."

Soon, the youngest son came over with the slippers in his hand and handed them to Li Xiangqian with a slightly apologetic look: "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't notice that the slippers were yours just now."

Li Xiangqian took the slippers, patted his youngest son's head gently, and said softly: "It's okay, as long as you find it. Just be careful next time."

Back in the house, Li Xiangqian put on his slippers and felt the warmth under his feet, which made him feel much happier. He sat on the kang, and his wife brought him a bowl of hot soup. Li Xiangqian's uneasiness and irritability also dissipated. He took a sip of the soup bowl, and the warm feeling made him relax a lot.

"How was your work today?" the wife asked with concern, her eyes full of tender care.

Li Xiangqian smiled slightly: "Fortunately, although there were some minor incidents, overall everything went well. I encountered some minor troubles today and was a little irritable, but now everything is fine."

The wife smiled gently: "That's good. There will always be some small problems in life, and we must learn to face them with a peaceful attitude. Now, drink this bowl of soup to warm your body."

Li Xiangqian nodded, feeling his wife's thoughtfulness and care, his heart was full of gratitude. He knew that although there were inevitably some small troubles in life, as long as he maintained a good attitude, all problems would be solved.

At night, Li Xiangqian sat under the lamp, thinking about the day's events. He knew that although the loss of slippers was only a small problem, his mentality and attitude were the most important in dealing with these small problems. He sighed silently in his heart that every detail and small problem in life was a test of his patience and meticulousness.

As winter progresses, the temperature gradually drops, but Li Xiangqian is still busy at work in the yard. Despite the gradually colder weather, he still insists on working in the fields every day, hoping to accumulate more winter reserves for himself and his family.

However, this morning, Li Xiangqian felt dizzy, as if his head was covered with a layer of mist. His forehead was covered with sweat, and despite the biting cold wind, he felt an unprecedented heat. He endured the discomfort and continued to work, but soon his headache became more and more severe, and his physical strength gradually overdrawn.

When he tried to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he felt as if the world was spinning. He was anxious: What happened? Did he have heat stroke? This made him feel very uneasy. After all, the temperature was not high, and there was no reason for him to have heat stroke.

He looked up and saw his wife busy preparing lunch. He couldn't help but feel worried. He tried to walk over, but the dizziness forced him to stop. He gritted his teeth and walked to his wife, saying softly, "Honey, I feel a little dizzy. I don't know what's going on."