The little dumpling is five and a half years old, which made his father so angry that his head split

Without any unexpected encounters or surprises along the way, Li Tian returned home safely.

I parked the bike and skipped through the door.

"Grandma, I brought you roasted sweet potatoes. Take them out of your cotton hats."

I didn't bring anything else with me when I went out, so if I don't keep warm, I'll be freezing when I get home.

Reheated roasted sweet potatoes just don't taste as sweet.

After thinking it over, Li Tian naturally thought of the hats on her own clothes when she saw other people's hats.

Anyway, I'm wearing a scarf, so I won't get cold.

Li Tian then made a home for the freshly baked sweet potato in the cotton-padded coat and hat.

Ye Zhao took out a still-warm sweet potato from her hat.

She gently touched Li Tian's forehead with a pained expression.

"You child, aren't you cold without a hat?"

Li Tian smiled and shook her head.

"I've been wearing a scarf the whole time, I'm not cold at all. You and Grandpa should eat it while it's hot."

"I tried a small one, and this sweet potato is very sweet."

Li Shengli stood up with a smile and took a large one.

He likes this too.

But I couldn't bring myself to ask someone to bring it back.

Fortunately, his granddaughter understands him and is filial.

One bite, and it's soft, sweet, and delicious.

Ye Zhao also picked one up.

She couldn't eat much lunch after eating this sweet potato, so she broke it open and gave half to Li Tian.

Li Tian laughed and burped, then handed the other half to Aunt Zhang.

Li Shengli glanced at his granddaughter.

"Did you feed yourself outside before coming back?"

Li Tian chuckled twice.

I let out another burp without even realizing it.

There's no excuse left to deny it.

"But I haven't forgotten you all! Grandpa, riding around Beijing by bike is quite fun, I want to go again on weekends."

Lee Seungri did not object.

The children are grown up; it's time to let them out into the world.

Staying cooped up at home all the time is definitely not a good idea.

This is no longer the era of pampered young ladies.

"Going out is fine, and this roasted sweet potato is fine too. Don't forget to bring it back next time you go out."

Li Tian laughed and agreed.

Ye Zhao was a little worried, but she knew she couldn't stop him.

The child is usually so busy, so it's perfectly fine for him to go out and relax.

"When your brother is here, you can go together and look after each other."

Li Tian did not object.

As long as it puts Grandma at ease.

She didn't know if Li Muchen wanted to go out, but if he carried the expectations of his grandparents to protect her, he would definitely go.

Li Tian went back inside to change her clothes, then came out to call Du Juan to let her know she was safe.

After drinking a glass of water, Li Tian went back to her room to write down her suggestions for factory management.

She doesn't like to postpone things; she does what she can immediately.

The first rule of factory management is clear property rights.

Li Tian suggested that Du Juan convert the factory into a joint-stock company.

She personally and the neighborhood committee hold shares according to their respective investment ratios. The neighborhood committee only receives dividends and does not participate in management.

The local authorities would most likely not agree to suddenly privatize a hen that lays eggs.

But the fact that the street only distributes dividends and doesn't handle anything should be negotiable.

In this way, the cuckoo gained a voice.

Only by having a voice can we control the future development of the factory.

Her suggestions will not become empty rhetoric or worthless paper.

The second suggestion is to distribute compensation according to work done.

More work leads to more reward, and more work should rightfully result in more reward.

Having something to look forward to motivates people.

These two points are of paramount importance. There are many other problems as well, but if these two points cannot be implemented, the factory will eventually go out of business and be replaced by a more dynamic private factory.

Li Tian also specifically listed out the safety issues.

Water and fire are merciless; a single spark can completely destroy a factory.

As for work discipline, Li Tian didn't mention it.

When more work means more money, people generally don't want to chat idly.

These few lines alone have filled two large sheets of manuscript paper.

Li Tian rubbed her sore wrist.

Writing it out stroke by stroke is too slow and too tiring.

I miss computers from later generations.

Li Tian rubbed her wrist, went out to eat some fruit, and then went to the yard to practice some boxing to stretch her muscles and bones.

Having eaten too much outside, Li Tian wasn't hungry at all when it was time to eat. She sat down and only drank half a bowl of pork rib soup.

She didn't even take a bite of the lotus root that she really liked.

Li Muchen plays chess with the chess master at any time of day, and it's hard to say when he'll be back. I left him some food, but he didn't get to eat it.

After lunch, Mr. and Mrs. Li Shengli went back to their house for a nap.

After digesting her food, Li Tian went back to her room and slept for half an hour.

Upon waking, I didn't idle around; instead, I began organizing the research report for this trip to Yunnan and Guizhou.

The report was basically completed within a week in Shanghai.

However, it still needs polishing and revision.

Whether a pen is good or not is not something you're born with; it's something you develop through practice.

Li Shengli had many considerations and training in mind when he asked them to write this factual report.

After making the revisions, Li Tian relaxed and sat down at the piano.

Starting this semester, she will no longer study vocal music with teacher Zhao Qingping.

If she doesn't pursue a professional singing career, these few years of study are enough for her to sing well.

Her singing skills are now far more professional than those of self-taught singers.

By not attending classes, she can save some time, and Teacher Zhao can focus her limited energy on cultivating professional talents.

Although Zhao Qingping was disappointed, he still respected Li Tian's choice.

As soon as Li Tian sat down, the melody of "Farewell" popped into her head.

He raised his hand and started playing and singing.

"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the fragrant grass stretches to the horizon."

The evening breeze caresses the willows, the flute's melody fades, and the setting sun shines beyond the mountains.

At the ends of the earth, my close friends have mostly passed away.

A pot of wine to savor the remaining joy, tonight's dreams are cold with parting...

After she finished playing and singing a song with great concentration, she opened her eyes and found Lee Seungri standing not far away with red eyes.

Li Tian went over and helped the old man up.

"Grandpa, haven't you always disliked this kind of song? Why are you getting all emotional?"

Li Shengli took out a handkerchief and wiped his somewhat cloudy eyes.

"An old friend of mine is in the hospital, and I heard his condition isn't good..."

Li Tian understood.

Grandpa was speaking from the heart; he was saddened.

Li Tian didn't know how to comfort her grandfather, so she hugged his arm and gently rubbed against it.

His old buddy must have been his grandfather's comrade-in-arms who fought alongside him through thick and thin. Such a bond cannot be explained in just a few words.

However, birth, aging, illness, and death are beyond human control.

Li Shengli patted Li Tian on the shoulder.

"Grandpa's alright. Everyone has to go through that phase. I just hope he can pass away without too much pain..."

Li Tian helped her grandfather sit down.

I poured him a glass of water.

The elderly are most afraid of emotional outbursts.

My heart, which has aged over many years, can't handle the stimulation.

"Grandpa, did you go visit that grandpa?"

Li Shengli shook his head.

"He's not in Beijing anymore, I haven't seen him for many years, and his son answered the phone. I spoke to him for a few words, but I don't know if he heard me..."

Li Tian nodded.

"Grandpa, is there anything else you want to do that you can leave to me?"

Lee Seungri shook his head.

"The experts from Beijing have already gone there; their fate is in the hands of destiny!"