The Transmigrated Li Jin's Daily Farming Life

It's one thing to recognize it, but the proprietress won't delve too deeply into it.

After all, it's someone who doesn't know each other, so why care about what a person has gone through to become so calm and noble all of a sudden from only knowing how to mess around.

Besides, the proprietress thinks there is another possibility, that is, she has identified the wrong person.

Thinking of this, she put away all distracting thoughts, and shouted again: "Sell buns, hot meat buns."

It was just after noon, and the sun was shining, so Li Jin could have found a teahouse to have a rest before leaving.

But he was really worried about his husband and children at home, so he found a shade under a tree to rest for a while when it was hot, and then set off again.

It took Li Jin an hour and a half, or three hours, to stop and go like this.

When he got home, it was just after Shen time (four o'clock in the afternoon), and the cicadas were singing under the persimmon tree in the corner of the courtyard, and the fragrance of cooked rice noodles wafted from the kitchen.

Li Jin put the basket under the eaves, and only then did he feel that his shoulders were free.

He still overestimated this body. He pulled the trolley yesterday, and today he carried the basket on his back. He really felt that his shoulders were going to be twisted and bloody.

The young man stood in the kitchen, watching Li Jin rubbing his shoulders, his clear eyes widened, and he made no secret of his concern.

Li Jin waved to him: "Come here."

The boy probably practiced walking a lot today, and he was able to walk up to him steadily without leaning on the wall.

Before the boy could react, a pack of warm things was stuffed into his hand.

He lowered his eyes and saw that it was another meat bun on the main street of the town.

The skin is thin, the stuffing is rich, the gravy is delicious, and the diced lotus root is crisp, which is very delicious.

Li Jin was more than half a head taller than the young man. He rubbed the young man's head and said, "Go inside and eat, I'll clean up here."

But the young man helped Li Jin cook the rice cereal and goat milk together before he agreed to enter the house.

Baozi curled up in her swaddling clothes, blowing bubbles while sleeping, it seemed like she had a sweet dream.

The young man bit the meat bun one bite at a time, watching Li Jin take out the bamboo leaf paper and raw edge paper from the back basket, and put them on the storage cabinet at the end of the bed.

Bamboo leaf paper and raw edge paper are relatively cheap, and are necessary for poor students to practice calligraphy and write strategies on weekdays.

When Qin Muwen was the son of Shangshu, although he was not favored, he used good rice paper for calligraphy or painting.

He thought, Ah Jin is such a good person, he, he should make more money to buy rice paper for Ah Jin.

Li Jin didn't know what the young man was thinking, so he arranged everything and said, "It's time for our family to find someone to file a case."

At that time, put it by the window, and practice calligraphy during the day without wasting oil lamps.

The boy finished eating one bun and left the other for Li Jin.

Li Jin smiled and said, "I've eaten it, you eat the buns obediently, and I'll ask the villagers about the case."

After a pause, he said again, "Be obedient, I will cook braised pork for you tomorrow."

When the boy heard the braised pork, he actually swallowed a mouthful of saliva, which was especially clear when only Xia Chan was the background sound.

Li Jin didn't smile this time, but lightly pinched the boy's face.

Several people from the older generation in the village know some carpentry skills, but recently the farming has been busy and they are all harvesting wheat.

There is only one family because there are many sons in the family and sufficient labor force.

As an elder, he is relatively free on weekdays, and usually likes to smoke dry tobacco and watch Li Daniu play chess.

Li Jin also knew this old man when he played chess with Li Daniu before.

When he went to visit, the old man was sitting in the yard with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, a file in one hand, and a chess model in the other.

His dim eyes narrowed and he carved carefully.

Li Jin stood where he was and waited for him to put down the chess before knocking on the door.

The old man said: "Li's boy who is studying, come in quickly, I have seen you a long time ago.

If it weren't for this carving that couldn't be interrupted, I'd just call you in. "

Li Jin clasped his hands: "Everyone in the village knows that Uncle Dahe is very good at carving with a knife. It just so happens that I am not in a hurry. I will come in after you finish carving."

The name of the old man is Li Dahe, and he worked as an apprentice in the carpenter's shop in the town in his early years.

"You kid is good at playing chess, people are better than chess." This can be called quite high praise.

Li Dahe said, "The previous rumor in the village is really unbelievable. By the way, what do you want from me?"

Only then did Li Jin reveal his intention.

"The family lacks a desk, about five feet long, three feet wide, and two and a half feet high. I don't know Uncle Dahe, do you have time recently?"

Cases are places where scholars use to write and draw pictures, some are tall and some are short.

Five feet long is about 1.6 meters; three feet is about one meter; two and a half feet is [-] meters.

Li Jin originally didn't intend to make it so wide, but the cases in this era are basically very wide.

Because the ancients wrote with a brush, most of the rice paper is four feet, that is, 130 centimeters long and 69 centimeters wide.

The table should be made wider to be tiled on top.

But in this case, the small bedroom at home will become more and more cramped.

Li Jin thought, practicing calligraphy is the most important thing now, after all, there are only less than eight months left before the entrance examination for children.

The range of activities in the room is small, so I can bear it for a while.

When the busy farming season in the village is over, he can hire a few people to help him build a study room opposite the kitchen, that is, in the slightly empty yard behind the door.

Li Dahe said: "Okay, I have some wood here, all of which have been polished, and I will pack it and send it to you in two days."

Li Jin hurriedly thanked him and asked about the price.

Li Dahe waved his hand: "They all belong to the same village, so I'll tell you the truth. The wood was left over from building a door for a businessman in the town before.

One side was polished, and the other side was supposed to be carved, but the carving failed the first time, so the businessman simply replaced it with a wooden board.

It's useless for me to put the wood here, even if it's for nothing.

For the rest, you can just give me [-] Wen. "

Li Jin paid half of the deposit first, and the money in his pocket went out for another forty cash.

When he went out, he couldn't help feeling that reading is really expensive.

I gave my husband 37 yuan for repairs, and bought 250 yuan of bacon, raw-edged paper, bamboo leaf paper, copybooks, rabbit hair brushes and ink sticks, totaling [-] and [-] yuan. It is [-] yuan to build a case here.

After all the calculations, he earned 640 wen, only 68 wen left.

Today I also bought steamed stuffed buns worth three Wen. Not counting the unpaid deposit of forty Wen, Li Jin only had 65 Wen in his pocket.

After Li Jin finished his work, when he returned home, outside the bedroom, he faintly heard the sound of someone gasping in pain.

He didn't know what happened, so he pushed the door open and entered.

——The young man's clothes were disheveled, holding the child on his chest, looking at him in panic.

Li Jin stood still, pretending to be calm.

In fact, the soul has already flown to nowhere.

Two lumps of blushing quickly appeared on the boy's face, he wanted to hug the child away and pull up the clothes by himself, but he cried as soon as the child left.

In the end, he had no choice but to break the pot and let Li Jin see his appearance all over again.

Li Jin coughed lightly and turned his head away.

"I heard your voice outside and thought you were uncomfortable..."

The boy no longer knew how to react, his movements were stiff, and he didn't know what he answered Li Jin.

Seeing that there was nothing he needed help here, Li Jin turned around and left the house, fetched water for a shower, and washed his hair along the way.

When the boy came out after feeding the child, Li Jin had already mixed the noodles with chaff with water and eggs evenly.

He also chopped some green onion, mixed it with salt and sprinkled it, and stirred again.

The fire in the stove is on, brush a layer of oil on the bottom of the pot, and pour a spoonful of batter evenly on the bottom of the pot.

Soon, the oil was absorbed by the batter, coupled with the fact that the pot was scorching hot, a single-sided golden pancake was quickly formed.

Li Jin quickly turned the pancake before it was browned, and in a short while, a pancake was ready.

Li Jin made a total of four pancakes. Before the pot cooled down, he cut the pork belly into thin strips and fried them with shredded potatoes.

Few people in the village cook meat during the holidays, but fortunately, the aroma of shredded potatoes and fried beans does not travel far.

Otherwise, if the children in the village smell it, they will come to beg for food.

Although the dinner was simple, it was extremely delicious for a young man who was married and basically never touched meat.

In addition, Li Jin's craftsmanship is good, and with the combination of meat and vegetables, simple dishes are also very delicious.

After the boy ate a pancake, he quietly glanced at Li Jin.

Li Jin said: "You have been taking care of the children recently, eat more."

He originally meant that during the day, he, the father, was outside mowing grass or picking herbs, and the young man was doing all the feeding of the children.

But the young man didn't know what to think of, his face turned red, he lowered his head, and retracted the paw that was about to reach the side of the pancake.

Li Jin: "..."

In the end, he personally fed the pancake to the boy.

On the other hand, the young man was shocked, he never expected that Li Jin would take care of him to such an extent.

Now, all his shyness and shyness disappeared.

Suddenly, I remembered what Dad said to him before he died: "Ah Wen, Dad won't see you getting married.

But you must remember that if your husband treats you well in the future, you must not be arrogant; if it is because he treats you badly, you don't have to try your best to please him, have a child, and keep the child safe raised up.do you know? "

Qin Muwen thought, was he just shy or arrogant?

But... Ah Jin didn't seem to dislike him.

The young man looked at Li Jin's profile shrouded in the orange-red sunset, and suddenly said, "Ah Jin, my name is Qin Muwen.

You never asked my name before, and I dare not tell you..."

Having said that, he paused, as if recalling some unbearable past events, his face turned pale.

But he was still apologizing: "It's all my fault, I should have taken the initiative to tell you."

Li Jin was also slightly taken aback. He gradually recalled some fragments of the original owner's life these days, but they were all fragments after all.

As for the name of the boy he wanted to know the most, it never came to mind.

Li Jin even struggled with this.

But he never thought that the truth of the matter... was that the original owner hadn't asked the boy's name for two years after they got married.

The young man thought, he will try his best to do what his father said, and don't be arrogant because of being favored.

But with such a good husband, he couldn't help but please him.

He likes his name very much, and he wants to share what he likes with Ah Jin.

After the boy finished speaking, he waited anxiously, but Li Jin never responded.

Qin Muwen wanted to cry, but he was afraid that his tears would make Ah Jin disgusted.

So he bluntly and tried his best to hold back his tears, leaving only a blush at the end of his eyes.

At this moment, the boy was embraced by a hug that wasn't that wide, but warm enough.

Li Jin's voice came from above his head: "Xiaowen."