Siheyuan: Dongfang Bubai is in his arms, and all the beasts are eliminated

"Zhao Tianming, we must make the pig farm stronger." Yi Zhonghai said, his voice full of firmness and determination. He firmly believed that with everyone's joint efforts, the pig farm would be able to achieve even more brilliant achievements.

Zhao Tianming noticed that Jia Zhang was standing in the crowd, looking a little hesitant. He walked over and asked softly, "Mrs. Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

When Jia Zhang heard Zhao Tianming's voice, she was slightly startled, then turned around and showed an awkward smile. "Zhao Tianming, it's nothing, I... I haven't prepared the donation."

Zhao Tianming looked at her, he could feel Jia Zhang's uneasiness and confusion. Maybe she had her own difficulties, or she was confused about the significance of the donation. But Zhao Tianming knew that he needed to respect her choice and not force it.

"It's okay, Mrs. Zhang, donations are voluntary and not mandatory." Zhao Tianming gently patted Jia Zhang's shoulder, trying to comfort her. He didn't want to make Jia Zhang feel embarrassed or uncomfortable.

When Jia Zhang heard what Zhao Tianming said, her expression eased a little, and she nodded to show her understanding. Perhaps at this time, she needed some time to think and decide.

Zhao Tianming turned and left Jia Zhang, but he was a little worried. Jia Zhang's attitude might affect the emotions of other employees, which was not what he wanted to see. He decided to find an opportunity to have a good talk with her, understand her thoughts, and see if he could help solve her problems.

Zhao Tianming walked over and found Qin Huairu standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, frowning and looking at the menu. He could feel her anxiety, as if she was hesitating whether to order meat dishes.

"Sister Qin, what do you want to eat?" Zhao Tianming asked with concern.

Qin Huairu heard Zhao Tianming's voice, raised her head, and showed an awkward smile. "Hey, Zhao Tianming, I want to eat some meat, but the meat dishes today are so expensive."

Zhao Tianming understood. He knew that Qin Huairu's family was not well off, and every penny was probably saved by her frugality. He patted Qin Huairu's shoulder gently and said with a smile, "It's okay, Sister Qin, let me treat you today."

When Qin Huairu heard what Zhao Tianming said, a delighted expression suddenly appeared on her face. She looked at Zhao Tianming with some emotion: "Zhao Tianming, you are so kind, thank you."

Zhao Tianming smiled and walked into the cafeteria with Qin Huairu. After ordering the dishes, they found a quiet corner to sit down and started to enjoy dinner.

During the meal, Zhao Tianming noticed that Qin Huairu was a little hesitant in eating and seemed a little embarrassed. He could understand, after all, it was not easy for her to accept the favor of others.

"Sister Qin, eat slowly and don't be polite." Zhao Tianming said to her gently.

Zhao Tianming stepped into the steel mill and was enveloped by the roaring sound of machines and the heat waves. Skilled workers were busy moving back and forth beside the machines. Their figures were a little blurred in the smoke and dust, but their movements were extremely skillful, and every step seemed so skillful.

Zhao Tianming's heart was filled with admiration and curiosity. He wanted to learn the skills of these workers and hone his will and abilities in this steel forest.

"Zhao Tianming, what are you doing here?" a worker stopped his work and asked.

Zhao Tianming raised his head and smiled confidently: "I want to learn, learn your skills."

The workers looked at each other and laughed. "Young man, it's not easy. You want to learn our skills? Then you have to start from the basics."

"No problem!" Zhao Tianming said proudly.

Thus, Zhao Tianming began his journey in the steel rolling mill. Although he had no experience, he studied hard, imitated the workers' postures and movements as much as possible, actively asked the workers for advice on every question, and continued to improve and grow.

Zhao Tianming stood beside the rolling mill, concentrating on measuring the size of the steel plate. His brows were slightly furrowed, and the measuring tool in his hand kept sliding across the surface of the steel plate, his eyes focused and serious.

"How is it, Zhao Tianming? Is this size accurate?" asked the teacher next to him.

Zhao Tianming raised his head and answered seriously, "It's still a little short. Let me take a closer look."

He measured again, carefully adjusting the measuring tool until he finally determined the size of the steel plate.

"Okay, there should be no problem this time." Zhao Tianming said as he handed the measuring tool to the teacher.

The teacher took the measuring tool, observed it carefully, and nodded: "Not bad, the size is much more accurate this time, keep up the good work."

Zhao Tianming was excited when he heard the teacher's affirmation. He knew that his efforts were not in vain, and every progress brought him one step closer to his goal.

Zhao Tianming felt warm in his heart. His brother has always been his role model and supporter. Although his brother rarely has time to accompany him due to his busy work, whenever he has free time, he always tries his best to tutor Zhao Tianming and help him improve his skills.

"Brother, you really don't have to work so hard." Zhao Tianming said gratefully.

The elder brother smiled, touched Zhao Tianming's head and said, "Boy, you are my only brother, of course I have to do something for you. As long as you are willing to work hard, I will always support you."

These words made Zhao Tianming feel warm in his heart. He knew that he was not fighting alone. With his brother's support and encouragement, he had greater motivation to pursue his dream.

In the evening, Zhao Tianming sat at the table with his brother, who patiently explained the problems he encountered at work and shared his experience and skills. Their conversation was full of affection and warmth, as if it had turned back time to the years when they grew up together.

Zhao Tianming was beaten again, his face covered in blood. He felt pain and despair, and a feeling of helplessness surged in his heart. He stood alone in the dark street, with no one around him to rely on. Only the cruel reality was mocking his weakness and incompetence.

"Do you dare to cause trouble again?" the man who beat him said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm and provocation.

Zhao Tianming lowered his head, silently enduring the pain without saying a word. His heart was full of struggle and contradiction. He didn't know what he should do. He felt that his strength was too weak to protect himself, let alone the people around him.

Back home, Zhao Tianming curled up in bed, replaying the scenes of being beaten. He felt like a wounded bird, unable to spread his wings and fly. Every setback in life made him more depressed and helpless.

"Zhao Tianming, what's wrong with you?" Lou Xiao'e walked into the room and saw Zhao Tianming curled up on the bed with scars all over his face. She couldn't help but ask with heartache.