The Transmigrated Li Jin's Daily Farming Life

After Li Jin and Chen Xiran parted, they walked towards Xinglin Hall. Today, they ate meatloaf, and now they don't feel hungry.

"We... catch up?"

"Of course, hurry up, the matter of apologizing can't be dragged on any longer."

Li Jin didn't know that behind him, three or five students held books, paper and pens in their hands, discussing with each other to come and apologize.

"I should have apologized last time during the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you insist on saying that Li Jin forgot about it, let's pretend it never happened."

"It's all my fault. After apologizing today, I invite everyone to have dinner at Baishifang."

Although they are all students, these people obviously have a good family background and can afford books and rice paper.

Up to now, Li Jin's books are all copied by himself, and he also uses bamboo leaf paper to write.A knife of rice paper costs one tael of silver, and he is not yet so extravagant.

Li Jin walked to the alley where Xinglintang was located. This is not the main street, and there are few people. Basically, only those who seek medical treatment would come here.

The people behind hurriedly called to Li Jin: "Li Jin, Brother Li, wait for us."

Li Jin stood still and saw a group of familiar people. These were Mr. Song's students and the original owner's classmates.

"Brother Li, we are here to apologize for what happened in Piaoxiang Garden last year."

Li Jin didn't have this episode in his memory. Specifically, he didn't want to recall anything about the top girl at all.

One clean break, clean and tidy.

"Last year, a few of us were ignorant. We only knew that brother Li likes beauties and top cards. We got you drunk and shouted that you want to divorce your husband and marry someone else.

Because this incident has caused damage to Brother Li's reputation, we feel very guilty when we go back...

I came here to apologize today. "

Li Jin just stood there without saying a word. This apology came too late.

However, this is also related to the character of the original owner.If he behaved and sat upright, even if there was such a thing, others would just smile and say nothing, treating him like a young man joking around.

However, the original owner is a fool, so it's no wonder that some people take this seriously.

However, after Li Jin crossed over, he used his actions and efforts to make others know "Li Jin" again, and at the same time, these rumors were completely eliminated.

Now no one will mention that matter again, and Yu Li Jin's imperial examination has no effect.

Even if someone said it, there would be others to smooth things over, saying something about youthful spirit, and now the prodigal son has turned back.

After all, he didn't really do the matter of retiring from her husband, and if you inquired a little bit, you would find that he was actually a person who doted on her husband very much.

After those people apologized, seeing that Li Jin didn't speak, they were all a little uneasy.

"Brother Li, we know we are wrong, and we are willing to go to Piaoxiangyuan to clarify."

Li Jin stopped him and said, "No need, this matter has already passed, and it doesn't make any sense to mention it now.

I can accept your apologies and let it go. "

He didn't say that he would forgive, after all, the people who were really hurt by this incident were the original owner and Qin Muwen.

But Li Jin thought that the original owner was gone long ago, and Qin Muwen probably didn't want to hear anything about Piaoxiang Garden anymore, so he let this matter be completely exposed.

Several people looked at Li Jinyuan's back and said, "Did he forgive us?"

"Apologizing so late, we are lucky if people don't pursue this matter, don't expect to be forgiven."

"Hey, why didn't I realize that Li Jin is so scary when he puts on a straight face, it's even scarier than Mr. Song holding a ruler."

Li Jin went to Xinglin Hall, and the patients who often came here knew him and greeted him warmly.

"Doctor Li is here, are you here today?"

Zhou Gui hurried over to smooth things over: "Doctor Li is here to rest, don't wait for it."

Zhou Gui took Li Jin's pannier and put it in the inner hall. Doctor Wu was still taking the patient's pulse, so Zhou Gui told Li Jin first.

"Doctor Li, eight Xiaoshi pills were sold this morning, and three people came to buy them. Two of them bought two pills each, with a profit of eight cash, and the other directly bought four pills, with a profit of seven cash. The total profit was ten five texts.

Although Dr. Wu and I have been saying that Xiaoshi pills are good, many people still think that the pills are not as reliable as soups and medicines. They just came to ask, but did not buy them. "

Li Jin said, "There's no rush, just take it step by step."

Seeing Li Jin's calm face, Zhou Gui scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "I heard the effect you said, and I really wish these people could buy some and take them home. I'm too impatient."

Li Jin said: "Then I will still bring [-] pills over tomorrow, and when they can be sold out quickly, Xiaoshi Pills can really open."

"I listen to you."

There were still some medicinal materials bought yesterday, and Li Jin didn't buy any medicinal materials today. After asking about the sales of Xiaoshi Pills, he went back.

When he got home in the afternoon, the boy was rarely busy in the kitchen and yard.

Li Jin put down the basket and went to the bedroom only to find that the boy was sitting on the bed, making a jacket for him.

I haven't started sewing with a needle yet, but compared the amount of fabric and cotton used.

The outer layer of fabric is made of bought cotton cloth, while the inner interlayer is directly made of coarse cloth.The rest of the fabric can just make a padded jacket for Xiao Baozi, both inside and outside are sewn with cotton cloth.

A child's skin is delicate, and he is a brother, so it is natural to take care of it carefully.

Li Jin cleaned his hands, changed into a clean robe, and sat by the bed. The young man smiled at him and continued with his work.

Li Jin's hands felt cool, he reached into the bed, found the hem of the boy's clothes, and reached out from underneath.

Qin Muwen stopped what he was doing, and blinked his eyelashes a few times, like delicate butterfly wings, frail and amazingly beautiful.

He whispered, "Ah Jin, I have to cook later."

But he didn't dare to stop Li Jin's actions.

Li Jin's hand found the boy's waist, stuck it on, and pressed him gently.

He had seen the young man rubbing his waist unconsciously in the morning, and now he just wanted to give the young man a press to relieve his soreness.

After all, if the boy didn't have a sore waist and legs today, he probably wouldn't choose to sit on the bed.

Being pressed by Li Jin, Qin Muwen was a little tense at first, but later found that it was really comfortable, and Ah Jin's hands didn't mess around.

The tips of his ears were red, just now he thought...

Fortunately, Li Jin didn't pay attention to what he said before, otherwise he could really find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Seeing that his comfortable hands stopped moving, Li Jin simply asked him to lie down and said, "Where does it hurt?"

Qin Muwen pointed to the other side of the waist, and Li Jin pressed about half a cup of tea, and the boy was already so comfortable that his eyes almost narrowed.

Li Jin felt that Qin Muwen like this was like a well-behaved Samoyed, soft and white, it really made people want to bully him.

But he really didn't have the idea of ​​bullying now, so he pulled the quilt for him and said, "Sleep for a while if you're sleepy, and I'll practice calligraphy."

Qin Muwen was really sleepy, he muttered, "I'm going to make clothes." He fell asleep at the same time, which made Li Jin dumbfounded.

But Li Jin also knew that the boy got up early today, so he was really tired now.

After Li Jin finished practicing calligraphy, he practiced the basic skills of painting for a while.

When the sun gradually set to the west, the whistles and voices of the men in the village could also be heard outside the house.

Li Jin went to Li Dazhuang's house to borrow a pestle and scoop. It was very convenient to use this to mash hawthorn and medicinal materials.

Although the jar for pounding garlic at home is heavy, it is still too small and requires a little bit of grinding.The pestle scoop is much easier to use.

Li Dazhuang said: "This morning, Zhuzi and I went to the town to sell firewood, and the gentlemen in the teahouse are reading your poems!"

Li Jin smiled and said, "It's just a sudden inspiration."

"I'm a vulgar person, I don't know how you write poems, but I know that being read by such people proves that you write well!

I won't be using this pestle at home for the time being, so you can use it first, and return it when you don't use it. "

"Thank you, Big Brother."

That night, he didn't bully Qin Muwen again, and his husband's daily tasks were no easier than him.

Li Jin also couldn't bear to do the housework with sore backs.

When he went out in the morning, he said: "I will come back later today, remember to eat first if you are hungry, you know?"

Qin Muwen nodded: "Don't be too tired, Ah Jin."

"Care about me?"

"Ok!"

Li Jin hugged him and kissed him, then said with a smile, "I'm leaving."

Only Qin Muwen was left standing there, thinking, the farewell kiss fell from forehead to lips...?

Today is the last day for Mr. Tea House to read the Chongyang poems of the scholars around him. As for which poems can be remembered by the people in the town, it is not up to Mr. Storyteller to decide.

But obviously, Li Jin's idyllic poem stands out among the Chongyang poems this year.

Most of the daily life of Zhuang Jiahan is written, and there is no deliberate sublimation purpose in the end, but the more you chew, the more interesting it is.

After school, Li Jin ordered a pot of tea in the teahouse, waiting for Huang Yiling's arrival.

The waiter in the shop recognized him as Dr. Li from Xinglin Hall, and refused to accept any money, but took him to a place by the window instead.

"If our shopkeeper knows that I dare to charge you for tea, he will definitely deduct my wages."

It is already a rule that the teahouse does not take money from the doctor of Xinglintang. Although Li Jin is no longer in Xinglintang for consultations, he has prescribed some throat-moistening soups for the storyteller before, and he still has some kindness.

Li Jin said, "Thank you very much."

When Huang Yiling arrived, he brought rice paper, pen and ink, and a bag of Li Jin, looking at something familiar.

Seeing that Li Jin took a few more glances at the package, he took the initiative to explain to Li Jin that he wanted to make friends with Li Jin, "This is a new Xinglintang Xiaoshi Pill.

Yesterday, Mr. Huang had a bad appetite. Dr. Wu recommended this medicine, so I bought a few.

It turned out so well that I rushed to buy some more today. "

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