Because the Tibetan Mastiffs are still young, Ye Yuan decided to keep them in the villa now and wait until the two dogs are three months old before letting them out in the yard.
The two Tibetan mastiffs were forcibly sent to Ye Yuan's new home. Before Ye Yuan could stand up, Dahuang held a wooden board in front of Ye Yuan.
Rhubarb faced Ye Yuan, woof! Woof! Woof! After barking a few times, he pointed with his fat dog paws at the simple kennel built in the corner of the yard.
"You want me to build one for you too?" Ye Yuan asked Dahuang curiously
"Woof~woof~woof!"
As Dahuang kept nodding.
Ye Yuan stretched out his hand and touched Dahuang's dog head.
"That's it for today, I'll help you with it tomorrow"
Dahuang gave Ye Yuan a look of disdain:
"It seems to mean that the baby is suffering."
Ye Yuan ignored Dahuang's pleading eyes and went directly to the villa kitchen.
At this moment, the medicine prepared by Ding Yi has been boiled. He puts the medicinal soup into two prepared thermos cups, and adds different amounts of space lake water into the thermos cups.
Ye Yuan picked up two thermos cups and left the villa. The first thing he came to was Song Ran's family of three. He left the heavy cup of medicine and left.
When I came to the crew, I saw Xu Hang chatting with the crew.
Seeing the thermos cup in Ye Yuan's hand, Xu Hang stood up suddenly, and then asked excitedly:
"Did the medicine come out?"
Ye Yuan nodded, and then put the thermos cup into Xu Hang's hands:
"I won't give it to you tomorrow. You can go to my villa to pick it up at noon."
After saying that, he turned and left, ignoring Xu Hang, who was holding the thermos cup tightly with trembling hands due to excitement.
Time flies by, and a week passes in the blink of an eye. During this period, several patients on the island have improved significantly.
The first is Song Ran's mother. The old lady had been sentenced to death by various hospitals before coming to the island.
What people didn't expect was that after only a week of treatment on the island, the old lady not only looked much better, but could already walk in the courtyard of the villa with Song Ran's support.
Second is Xu Hang. Ye Yuan treats Xu Hang differently from Song Ran's mother. Don't forget that those "black light cells" in Xu Hang's body are points to Ye Yuan. How could he miss such a good opportunity?
Every day at noon, Ye Yuan would use the time when Xu Hang came to get medicine, and use the excuse of checking his pulse to convert some of the cells in Xu Hang's body into system points.
After a few days, the black light cells in Xu Hang's body had been reduced to only one-tenth of their previous size.
Through Ye Yuan's treatment, Xu Hang could clearly feel the changes in his body, and vaguely felt that he was more explosive than before, which puzzled him.
Wang Xuehong had left Yuwan Island with his wife two days ago.
In his words, this place is simply an excellent resort, not only with beautiful scenery, but also with several very smart animals on the island. It also left a deep impression on him.
Also taken away by him were several antiques, calligraphy and paintings belonging to Ye Yuan, including a collection of Qianlong poems. Of course, what he left behind was a large transfer.
Ye Yuan was basking in the sun in his yard, while Dahuang was sleeping in the new home Ye Yuan built for him.
An old man with silver hair and a slightly bent waist walked into the villa courtyard.
This man was Song Ran's father. Speaking of sending the old man off, Ye Yuan was very impressed by him. This man didn't speak much to anyone he saw.
Even when Song Ran's big boss Wang Xuehong met him at the resort, he just nodded and said hello.
Mr. Song can be said to be the least talkative person Ye Yuan knows. Why did this old man come to him today?
Just when Gu was about to speak, Ye Yuan saw Old Man Song's eyes drawn directly to the pile of wood he placed in the corner of the yard.
He was originally walking towards himself, but instead walked directly towards the pile of wood.
Picking up a small piece of wood that was full of teeth marks from rhubarb's bites, his eyes widened. Then there was a look of regret in his eyes.
"What a pity. It has been soaked in sea water for too long. What a pity! What a pity!"
Ye Yuan heard the old man talking to himself over there.
He was also surprised. This was the first time Ye Yuan heard the old man say so many words. Even every time he went to deliver medicine, the old man would only say "thank you" simply.
Today, because of this pile of wood, the old man could speak a complete sentence, which really surprised Ye Yuan.
"Old man, sit here and let's have a cup of tea."
As he spoke, Ye Yuan brought a rosewood chair he made by himself and placed it opposite.
Mr. Song was about to sit down when he saw the chair and frowned.
Ye Yuan didn't notice this. He watched the old man staring at the chair in a daze, thinking he was sighing because the chair was well made.
"How about this chair?"
Ye Yuan discovered that Mr. Song was very knowledgeable about wood. Generally, people who were knowledgeable about wood would have some knowledge about some solid wood furniture, so he asked casually.
But what he didn't expect was what Mr. Song said.
“The carving on the chair can be considered the work of a master.
But the workmanship of this chair cannot be complimented. Boss Xiaoye, did you ask some idiot to help you make furniture? Isn’t this a waste of materials?
Self-righteous guy, this is simply a waste of this good wood. "
The old man Song became more and more angry as he talked. He sat down on the chair, picked up the teapot in front of Ye Yuan and poured himself a cup of tea. When the tea entered the old man's mouth, his eyes widened:
“Good tea!”
This chair is the most satisfying one that Ye Yuan has built in recent days.
I thought the old man would praise him a few words, but who knew that such a chair that he thought was perfect was said to be useless by the old man?
Forehead. . . No, at least the carver was approved by the old man.
"Old man, can you tell me what's wrong? I think it's very good. This chair uses carving techniques to cleverly hide some nails. How perfect is it?"
"It's so perfect. I don't know which idiot made it. How can anyone hammer home nails? What's the difference between this and those who do decoration?
Today’s carpenters can’t work without nails, and all the things belonging to our ancestors have been lost.”
The old man became more and more angry as he spoke, and his face turned red. Ye Yuan was really afraid that something unexpected would happen if the old man couldn't breathe.
He quickly comforted him by saying, "Old man, don't be angry and drink some tea to calm down. Why are you still so angry at your age?"
As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the teacup in front of the old man.
Perhaps the old man was a little thirsty after talking so much. After drinking the tea in the cup, he said:
"Boss Xiaoye, your tea is really good."
Ye Yuan had no intention of talking about tea with the old man now. He wanted to know what was wrong with this chair:
"Old man, you can tell me about the chair, but why are there so many faults in your mouth?"
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