In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

There was a gleam of anticipation in her eyes, a longing for the outside world.

Wang Jianguo felt a little depressed when he heard Yu Haitang's question. He said in a somewhat decadent tone:

"Don't worry, I've found a way to open the space, but the process is a bit slow."

Yu Li heard Wang Jianguo's answer and asked anxiously:

"What can we do? Will this hurt you? Don't take any more risks, okay?"

Her eyes were full of concern and her voice trembled a little. She was really worried about Wang Jianguo.

Wang Jianguo felt warm when he heard Yu Li's concern. He paused and replied:

"It's not dangerous, and it won't hurt me. Don't worry about me. Are you all right in there?"

"I'm always worried that there won't be enough stuff inside because of the space."

When Little Dujuan heard her brother's voice, she immediately replied:

"Brother, don't worry about us. Don't worry. That warehouse is as magical as a treasure chest."

"We take things away and they become new again. We are all fine, but I miss you a lot."

As she spoke, little Dujuan's tears began to fall like beads from a broken string.

She wiped her tears with her little hands, her eyes full of longing for her brother.

Wang Jianguo heard his sister's soft sobs, and the sound was like tiny needles piercing his heart, making him feel very sad.

But he really had no way out now, as if he was trapped in a dark corner and couldn't find a way out.

I could only think about collecting spiritual energy as quickly as possible, as if that was the only ray of hope that could help me break through the predicament.

Wang Jianguo, filled with deep longing for those people, slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

That night, his dream was like a heart-warming movie. Perhaps it was because of the strong longing in his heart that he reunited with those people in his dream.

He dreamed of them laughing and working together, and those images kept appearing in his mind like ripples on a calm lake.

In such a beautiful dream, he slept particularly soundly, with his breathing steady and slow.

A faint smile appeared on his face from time to time, as if he had been away from all worries and sorrows in his dreams.

The next morning, the sun shone softly on the earth, and Zhao Shuzhuo struck the gong.

The sound of the gong echoed in the quiet air, like a horn awakening the sleeping world.

Wang Jianguo slowly woke up from his sleep to the sound of the gong. His eyes were still a little sleepy, as if he was still lingering on that beautiful dream.

He stretched, yawned, and then began to slowly get dressed and wash up.

When he walked out of the room, He Yushui had already brought breakfast to the table like a hardworking little bee.

The table was filled with simple yet fragrant food, including steaming porridge, a few plates of homemade pickled vegetables, and a few golden cornmeal buns.

The steamed buns gave off a faint corn aroma, which made people's appetite increase just by looking at them.

Wang Jianguo was about to sit down at the table to eat, but when he looked up, he saw Cheng Si waiting quietly at the door of Zhao Shuzhuo's house.

Without any hesitation, he picked up a cornmeal bun, turned around and said to He Yushui:

"I'm leaving first. Uncle Cheng is waiting for me outside."

After saying that, he raised his leg and walked towards the door.

He Yushui looked at Wang Jianguo in a hurry and felt a little anxious. She asked urgently:

"Brother Jianguo, what should I do today? I don't want to just sit there doing nothing."

Wang Jianguo paused for a moment, with a hint of fondness in his eyes. He reached out his hand and gently pinched He Yushui's rosy face, and said with a smile:

"Today, you can do whatever you want. If you want to go out, go to the supply and marketing cooperative to pack up the remaining things."

"If you don't want to go out, just stay at home and be comfortable."

He Yushui smiled and her eyes twinkled like little stars in the night sky. She nodded obediently to show that she understood.

Wang Jianguo quickened his pace and walked out of the door. Seeing that only Cheng Si was standing there, he couldn't help but feel a little confused, so he asked:

"Uncle Cheng, why are there only two of us? Where are Erhua and the other three?"

Cheng Si smiled and explained to Wang Jianguo:

"Erhua and the other two have already gone to the mountains. The two of us will go to the production team to borrow a bullock cart and a saw, and then we will meet up with them."

After hearing this, Wang Jianguo nodded without hesitation and followed Cheng Si towards the production team.

Their footsteps made rhythmic sounds on the ground, like a moving melody.

When they arrived at the production team, Zhao Shuzhuo was like a caring housekeeper. He had already prepared the ox cart and saw and was waiting there quietly for their arrival.

The two of them harnessed the ox cart skillfully, and the ox cart seemed to know that it was about to embark on a journey and mooed twice.

Then they drove the ox cart slowly towards the mountains.

The wheels of the ox cart rolled on the ground, making a creaking sound, as if telling an ancient story.

When they were almost there, they saw a few familiar figures in front of them. They turned out to be Liu Erzhu, Cheng Erhua and Cheng Hai.

So, the five of them gathered together and walked towards the mountains together.

Their figures gradually fade away on the mountain path, like a pastoral painting full of vitality.

With Cheng Si leading the way, everyone walked towards the forest that they had marked yesterday.

Cheng Si walked with steady steps, looking ahead with a determined look. He was very familiar with this forest, so he walked very fast.

The others followed closely behind him, hurriedly, and everyone's heart was filled with anticipation for obtaining the wood.

However, when they finally reached that place, they were all dumbfounded.

All the trees that were marked yesterday had been cut down.

All that was left before my eyes were bare wooden stakes, standing there alone, like a giant beast with its teeth pulled out, looking so helpless and desolate.

The broken ends of the wooden stakes were still fresh, as if silently telling of the rough logging that had taken place here not long ago.

Wang Jianguo was the first to recover from his shock. He frowned, with a hint of helplessness on his face, and said slowly:

"It should have been chopped off by people from Dali Village and Xiaoli Village."