Liu Shouren, Lianshan, and Shuzhen all waved their hands repeatedly, insisting it was their own skill. Otherwise, if they had the opportunity but couldn’t seize it, it would still be in vain, wouldn’t it? So there’s no need to mention gratitude or indebtedness from now on. But maintaining the relationship like friends and relatives is a must. In short, as long as they still think about the land of the Liu Family Village Production Team and remember Liu Shouren and Lianshan’s couple, their doors are always open to welcome them. "Don’t worry, even if I forget my own name, I won’t forget Liu Family Village, and certainly not you guys in the village!" Wu Hao grinned, his smile full of sincerity. "Exactly, back then, when I was desperately ill, it was thanks to those few strips of penicillin and aspirin from Lianshan. If it weren’t for him, where would I, Wei Lai, be today? By now, the grass on my grave would be as tall as a person!" Wei Lai lamented, expressing the gratitude of life-saving. Just this point alone is enough for him to repay them, let alone the subsequent various help? In the past, he always received favors, but now that he’s finally over the hump, it’s his turn to give back. Of course, everyone has said such things too many times, and Wei Lai didn’t want to repeat them unnecessarily. He thought that actions speak louder than words, so let’s prove it with action. "Speaking of which, Lianshan and his wife are also my saviors..." Seeing everyone reminiscing about the past hardships, Old Yang couldn’t help but recall when he pretended to be seriously ill and shamelessly hitched a ride on Lianshan’s ox cart. But as soon as he started to speak, he was met with a wave of mockery: "Savior? You faker, even if no one saved you, you’d still be fine, wouldn’t you?" "Exactly, obviously, you just saw that the accountant wasn’t easy to deal with, so you faked an illness!" "Tsk, tsk, what a cunning businessman, always with a few more tricks up his sleeve." "Exactly, his mind is full of tricks, always up to something sneaky. Luckily, though he’s crafty, he’s not a bad person. Otherwise, he could silently and effortlessly sell the rest of the nine of us!" Everyone was mocking Old Yang, with those who had been to the pigsty with Feng Anhuai being the sharpest and most sarcastic. Who told this guy to act without a collaborator, directly going into the limelight? All the while joking and jesting, he managed to catch the attention of Lianshan’s couple and Liu Shouren, eventually becoming the deputy director of the Liu Family Village Feather Products Factory. Exercising the authority of the top leader under the name of a deputy, his days were prosperous and enviable to many! Finally, a somewhat considerate Dong Shu redirected attention with his gift, rescuing Old Yang from his awkward situation. As someone Wu Liguo and Old Yang called a cultured man, Dong Shu’s gift was a couplet for the new home: "The morning sun rises upon the household, a gentle breeze brings new joys," which he wrote himself. "I thought for a long time about what would be an appropriate gift. It was Feng Ju, who is good at painting, who suggested buying rice paper and colors for painting. It’s a light gift with deep sentiment and can add some luster to your home. Then I remembered, I, too, practiced calligraphy for a few years. The writing isn’t great, but please don’t be too critical!" After being praised twice by Shuzhen, Dong Shu rubbed his hands somewhat awkwardly. "How could we? Anything given sincerely is a treasure to us. Besides, Brother Dong’s writing is bold and uninhibited, with a confident stroke of ink, clearly the work of years of practice. We should frame it well and treasure it, definitely not criticize it!" Having a calligraphy piece from a future literary master; that’s not something just anyone can have! We must preserve it firmly! "Hey, if you carefully keep this kid’s chicken-scratch writing, won’t you treat Feng Ju’s paintings as heirlooms?" Wu Liguo laughed, skillfully ribbing Dong Shu. Dong Shu, the target of ridicule, was resigned; who told him to have a loose tongue before, saying gift-giving was too mundane? To dare underestimate Old Wu’s fiery temper, he must be prepared for ridicule in return. Regardless of whether it’s intentional or not. Luckily, Old Wu might have a bad temper, but he’d only take back exactly what he’d given, never excessive. Just endure being ridiculed a bit, and the matter would be over with no settling of scores later. Having interacted for years, Shuzhen and Lianshan clearly knew Wu Liguo’s temperament. Knowing Dong Shu unintentionally annoyed the old man, leading to his retaliation. Not planning to tread on a minefield, they quickly shifted focus to Feng Ju and the two scrolls in his hands. Always the silent type, rarely the center of everyone’s attention, Feng Ju was somewhat uncomfortable. Clearing his throat, he said slightly awkwardly, "It’s just a small gesture, please don’t criticize." Lianshan quickly said how could they? It was their great honor just for them to come. He reached out to untie the ribbons on the scrolls, slowly unrolling the paintings. A landscape painting of the rising sun and a picture of early plum blossoms accompanied by the renowned leader’s famous "Ode to the Plum Blossom." As soon as they opened, Liu Shouren and Shouyi burst out a loud "Good." They even said, knowing it’s Mr. Wu Tong’s work; otherwise, they’d think it was a genuine piece by a famous artist. Seeing the small "Wu Tong" seal on the painting, Shuzhen could not hold back her excitement and blurted out, "Why would anyone assume? Mr. Wu Tong is a modern master, surpassing Qi Shi and Zhang Qian!" After a series of coughing, everyone looked at her with the same "flattery" and "exaggeration" expression, including Feng Ju himself. Shuzhen frowned, "You really should believe this. Just his skill in making landscape paintings ’come alive’ and his unique free and easy style. Given time, he’ll definitely be immensely popular, surpassing Qi Shi and Zhang Qian!" Considering the soaring auction prices of his works, I wasn’t speaking empty words! Of course, that’s for twenty or thirty years later. But it doesn’t stop her from carefully collecting the master’s exquisite works now, does it? However, no one present viewed it the same way she did, so they didn’t think Feng Ju living in Liu Family Village could have surpassed those at the peak. Even the widely praised Feng Ju himself merely smiled lightly, "It’s just a humble piece, unworthy of such high praise from Shuzhen, but if it pleases you, it’s a blessing for both me and the paintings. If you like, I can make a few more paintings for you later. For the living room, bedroom, study, whatever style you like, just let me know. If any kids in the family are interested, I can teach them a thing or two..."