The Transmigrated Li Jin's Daily Farming Life

Li Jin didn't say this on a whim, nor did he intend to amuse Qin Muwen.

He really wanted to improve the boy's food while making money.

Even when Li Zhuzi brought red beans, Li Jin's first reaction was to fry red bean paste for Qin Muwen.Instead of cooking soup or something.

Qin Muwen likes sweets, and he knew it from the moment he just crossed over.

Only after the red beans are boiled, mixed with maltose, and fried carefully and non-stop for half an hour, can all the sweetness be blended into the stir-fry.

There is still some caramel left at home, just in time to fry red bean paste.

As for making candied haws and big hawthorn pills, it would be too wasteful to use maltose to make syrup.

After all, a small bag costs twenty Wen, and Li Jin is still poor and cannot afford extravagance.

He planned to go to the town to buy sugar cubes and come back. He mixed with water and boiled it several times to remove impurities, and then boiled it into a yellowish syrup.

Set aside a part to coat the hawthorn with sugar, and use the rest to make big hawthorn pills.

When Qin Muwen was young, he ate candied haws in a bunch of eight, which his father brought back when he asked his maid to go shopping.

Now, he has almost forgotten the taste of candied haws.

Hearing Li Jin's words, he suddenly remembered that there is such a food.

After Qin Muwen fed the little bun with the rice cereal, he took the little bun from Li Jin's arms and pulled up the swaddle to protect the little bun from the mountain wind.

He was sitting next to Ah Jin, but there were people all around him, so he was too embarrassed to lean on Li Jin's shoulder.

Qin Muwen said, "Ah Jin, I have a lot to say to you."

Li Jin's eyes fell on the cinnabar mole on the tip of his eyebrows, and he nodded at him.

Although the young man did not deliberately conceal his origin before, he did not explain where his family was.

Li Jin pieced together a rough story based on what the villagers said and his scattered memories.

But he didn't confirm it with the boy face to face. After all, no matter how rich he was before, it was all over.

Comparing the current poor life with the past is tantamount to exposing scars.

So he has been waiting for the boy to take the initiative to tell him.

Because, the moment the boy really opened his mouth, it meant that he let go of the past, and that he felt happier now than before.

Li Jin thought, in the village, including the town, not many men could read and write, let alone women and brothers.But his family, Qin Muwen, was literate and hyphenated, and he was more cautious about male and female defense.

This all proves that teenagers have good upbringing.

"Ajin, my family used to be in the capital. It was very big and there were many clan members. My father is the head of the family, and there are second and third uncles left.

My father is an official, he is very dignified, married a well-matched wife, and has several concubines.My father is one of the concubines. "

The young man's voice was very low, and the surroundings were very noisy. Li Jin got closer to hear every word carefully.

"Second uncle and third uncle live with us, and the children in the family are also named according to their seniority. The seniority of girls and brothers is the word Mu.

But I didn't live a high-class life, because there were many children in the family, and my father was on duty and busy every day, so I was actually not taken seriously when I was young.

Fortunately, my father was there, and my father taught me how to play the piano, read and write, and bought me all kinds of gadgets. "

Li Jin kept observing his face, worried that he would cry as he spoke.

But the young man was unexpectedly strong. He was holding the little bun, and his eyes were full of firmness.

"Later, when I was 13 years old, my father died of a serious illness. Another year later, my father made a mistake and was dismissed from his job, implicating the whole family.

All the men in the family were dispatched to distant places as coolies, and the daughters were sent to brothels.

I was the only one and they finally decided to sell me. "

What happened later didn't need to be told by Qin Muwen, Li Jin knew everything about it.

He looked at Qin Muwen's sharp chin even though he had grown some flesh, and wanted to kiss him to comfort him.

But it was outside, and it was still daytime, and there were people around, and he had to think twice about even holding people in his arms.

Qin Muwen raised his head to meet Li Jin's eyes, and said very seriously: "I really like my life now, Ah Jin."

Li Jin didn't say a word, he never liked to make promises in advance, because even if he said now 'I will buy you a big house' and 'I will never let you suffer again', Qin Muwen still has to do housework every day and take care of him And the food and clothing of Xiaobaozi.

It would be too ironic to say such false and empty words now.

Li Jin just said, "Wenwen, I've made you tired."

When Qin Muwen, who was still strong just now, heard this, he couldn't help it anymore, and tears appeared in his eyes.

He held back his voice, worried that people around would look at him when they saw him crying, but Li Jin suddenly took him and Baozi into his arms and said, "Don't be afraid, cry out, no one will look."

What Li Jin said is indeed correct. The Double Ninth Festival is originally a festival for family members to climb high and pray for blessings.

But it is inevitable that the family will be separated occasionally, so on this day, those who miss their relatives and friends will cry when they think of something or feel sad.

There were faint cries coming from around, Qin Muwen finally buried himself on Li Jin's shoulder, and his clothes were wet with tears.

Xiao Baozi was infected by Dad's emotions, but unlike Dad, he only shed tears and kept silent.

Xiao Baozi's crying is very loud, so as to attract the attention of Dad and Dad. As for whether he can cry, that's another story.

Li Jin quickly picked him up in his arms.

It's strange to say that Li Jin doesn't know how to make funny faces, and when he hugs Xiao Baozi, the expression on his face is at most 'gentle', but Xiao Baozi is not afraid of him, on the contrary, he quite likes him.

The sadness on Qin Muwen's side was interrupted by the little bun, so it dissipated a little.

Li Jin asked him: "Did you have any special friends before?"

Qin Muwen thought about it carefully, nodded, but shook his head quickly.

"It's not particularly close, at most it's just an acquaintance. But since the time when my family was about to disperse, there has been no contact."

Li Jin nodded, and said to Little Baozi: "Daddy is not happy now, Baozi goes to make Dad laugh."

Xiao Baozi didn't understand the meaning of the words, but he knew that his father was talking to him, and the smile on his little face was particularly bright.

Children are like this, they like adults to focus on themselves.Once you get enough attention, it's all over.

Then Qin Muwen took out the food and shared it with Li Jin. While it was still warm at noon, he went down the mountain to go home with the buns in his arms.

The steamed stuffed bun is only three months old now, so it can't be blown out for too long.

On the way back, the little bun fell asleep in Li Jin's arms.

The package in Qin Muwen's arms was empty, and seeing his husband who treated Baozi so tenderly, his heart was gradually filled.

Qin Muwen remembered that when he was a child, he pulled the corner of his dad's clothes and asked, "Why doesn't Dad come to see Wenwen, Wenwen has recited a lot of poems."

Daddy would always hold him in his arms and say, "After memorizing this book, Daddy will come to see you."

But until he memorized the "Three Character Classic" upside down, his father never came to praise him.

Later he found out that because he was an older brother, he was not liked by Shang Shu's father at all, and he was born of a concubine, so he was not helpful in marriage...

So he basically had no sense of presence at home before.

Qin Muwen thought that all men didn't like children as brothers.

But Ah Jin is different. Since Xiao Baozi was born, he has washed countless diapers.

Qin Muwen didn't know how shocked he was.

Not to mention that Li Jin kept ordering goat milk for Xiao Baozi, and got up in the middle of the night to feed Xiao Baozi and put him to sleep.

Li Jin could naturally sense the way the young man looked at him, but since the young man revealed all his thoughts today, he would naturally not stimulate his emotions again.

After returning home, Li Jin washed all the hawthorns and put them on the chopping board to dry.

On the other hand, I felt it, and went to the study to write a seven-character verse.Deleted several times before giving up.

In fact, he knows his own literary talent well, but poetry reciting and composing are good for this kind of thing, if you don't have talent, you can only practice more.

As someone who has experienced it, Li Jin already guessed that Mr. Song would definitely ask him to compose a poem with Chen Xiran on the spot tomorrow, so it probably wouldn't count as...cheating.

Next, according to Mr. Song, he had to go over the meaning of the Four Books, Five Classics and every sentence. He didn't have time to explain the whole text to the two of them.

Mr. Song said: "Although the stereotyped essay is simple in form, the content requires you to have a sufficient understanding of the books you have read, so that you can carry on the transition and use facts to prove your views.

Next, I will mainly talk about the writing style and format of stereotyped essays, not the content. "

Li Jin knew that this was the same as the composition for the college entrance examination in his previous life. At most, the teacher said that the composition had to have a wonderful beginning and ending. As for how to write the content, it all depended on whether the students had any materials in their stomachs.

But the requirements for stereotyped essays are even stricter. Every sentence must be confrontational, flat and neat, and you must list your own unique ideas after citing classics.

It is no wonder that there are so few people who can be admitted to the scholar every year.

Sure enough, in the early morning of the second day, Mr. Song left only "three poems for each person on Chongyang Festival" and went to the next door to give lectures.

When he came back an hour later, Li Jin had finished writing three poems and was silently writing them aside.

But this time when writing silently, Li Jin wrote notes on everything that needed attention.

When Mr. Song looked over, he was so surprised that he forgot to stroke his beard. He didn't expect that Li Jin could work so hard.

Mr. Song thought, if he was willing to work so hard back then, he might have the strength to take the Juren examination.

Afterwards, he picked up the three poems that Li Jin had put aside.

Li Jin wrote two seven-character verses and one five-character quatrains respectively.At first glance, the quatrain used the routine Li Jin said before, but when he finally expressed his feelings, he was very sad.

Mr. Song thought about the situation in Li Jin's family. His parents were all bereaved. If it hadn't happened that he had an extra child this year, the family might have been deserted.

He thought that Li Jin might be remembering the time when his parents took him to the dogwood tree.

Now that he has no parents to plant cornel for him, he is naturally sad in his heart.

If Li Jin knew Mr. Song's thoughts, he would shake his head helplessly.

Li Jin's poem is actually written from Qin Muwen's perspective. After all, he is born with weak feelings. Whether it is the final wish to express his grand ambitions (he has no ambitions), or his longing for distant relatives, he feels unable to write. that feeling.

The poems that the ancients can pass down through the ages are either very gorgeous in rhetoric, or they express feelings such as parting, relegation, and national collapse.

The first point is that Li Jin can't do it for the time being, and the second point...he doesn't have these feelings at all.

So Li Jin tried to change the angle this time, but unexpectedly caught Mr. Song's eyes.

The two regulated poems also changed from Li Jin's previous style. One of them was written by him yesterday, and he revised it several times afterwards.

The other one tried a bland pastoral style, with simple writing style, but after reading the poem, people had a slight yearning for the farm life of writing at sunrise and returning at sunset.

Mr. Song was silent for a while, his heart was already filled with surprise and shock.

It never occurred to him that Li Jin was still a person who summed up routines and wrote poems before.Going forward, Li Jin didn't have a clue when he came out of the Shanglian...

Mr. Song felt that the speed of Li Jin's progress was really frightening.

While he is still able to teach, let's put forward his own opinions and ideas first.

"This quatrain of yours is very well written, with neat content and true emotion.

This poem shows that you want to change your style, but there are still too few books you can access. Although some sentences seem gorgeous, they can't stand scrutiny. "

As he said that, Mr. Song circled several points with a Chinese ink pen, "You probably want to use an allusion here, but this allusion is really inappropriate for Chongyang, so it should be changed."

Mr. Song said several points in succession, and when he finally stopped, he held Li Jin's last pastoral poem in both hands.

"You wrote this poem really well!"