Traveling Through the Courtyard, I Have Fairyland Space

When he opened his eyes, Li Mu returned to 1957 and became the third child of the Li family in No. 95 Nanluogu Lane. At the top there is the elder brother who is an apprentice, the elder sister who works in the supply and marketing cooperative, and at the bottom there is a younger girl who is still young. My father worked as a fitter in a steel rolling mill, and my mother made matchboxes on the street. The family is crowded into two rooms, and their lives are not rich, but they are better than others. Li Mu opened his palms - the fairyland space that was born with the soul was still there. In the black earth spiritual spring, whatever you sow will thrive, and whatever it thrives will thrive. He didn't say anything, but took the opportunity to go to his grandpa's house to follow the old man into the mountains to learn hunting and herbal medicine, and gradually laid the foundation of the space to the forest ranger's cabin in the mountains. Life in the city is getting tighter and tighter. The neighbors in the courtyard were quarreling over a handful of stick noodles. Qin Huairu went around begging for help with an empty bowl, but the uncle was still insisting on justice. But Li Mu's family closed the door and could occasionally have a decent meal. The game my grandpa caught in the country, the vegetables my uncle grew on his own land, and the grains secretly ripened in the space—all these together managed to provide an unknown source of warmth and warmth during the famine years. He didn't want to be a savior, he just wanted to protect the whole family.