The Transmigrated Li Jin's Daily Farming Life

Huang Yiling is young, with a little familiarity.

He put down his heavy grease bag and said: "When Dr. Wu recommended pills to me yesterday, I wanted to refuse.

Fortunately, at that time, I thought of some miscellaneous books I had read before. It was written that the doctors of the Great Medicine Hall in Beijing made pills for the convenience of patients to take directly.

The efficacy of the medicine is no worse than that of decoction, and there is no need to bother to decoct the medicine. "

Li Jin nodded slightly. He had come into contact with too few personnel, and there was no free bookstore in the town.

Therefore, what he has learned so far is only a corner of the local customs.

Although Huang Yiling's story was all hearsay, at least there was some basis for it. Li Jin listened very carefully.

Seeing Li Jin's serious expression, Huang Yiling spoke more vigorously: "These pills are sold at the price of two pills, originally for four cents. I bought two pills yesterday, which is a day's supply, and Doctor Wu spared me One article."

Seeing him very excited, Li Jin thought innocently, "Brother, this pill originally cost a penny each, but the price was doubled because of Dr. Wu's shrewd mind."

"Brother Li, if you buy it, Doctor Wu will definitely spare you more money!"

Li Jin smiled, and brought this topic up, he said, "I brought some paintings I made, and I'm asking brother Huang to give me some pointers."

Huang Yiling also found that he was talking too much, almost like a waiter at the door trying to win over customers.

He touched his nose and picked up Li Jin's painting.

After all, Huang Yiling had been studying painting for nearly ten years, and he could tell at a glance that Li Jin was just a beginner, so he smiled shyly, "Then I won't be polite."

He dipped a little tea with his fingertips and said to Li Jin, "Let's talk about the details. First of all, the ink is uneven here..."

After Huang Yiling finished speaking, she laid out another piece of paper and demonstrated it to Li Jin.

Sure enough, in the hands of a real expert, this brush became very flexible. Li Jin practiced the brushwork for a long time before, and Huang Yiling used it casually.

After he finished painting by himself, he said: "If brother Li doesn't dislike it, you can give it a try, and I will correct your brushwork for you."

Li Jin couldn't ask for more.

They are here by the window, the lighting is good, and there are few people around. The two of them came and went like this, and an hour passed before they knew it.

Li Jin felt that many of the obscure things he had read in the books had been explained, and his address for Huang Yiling changed from Brother Huang to "Yi Ling".

Although Chen Xiran said before that reading a book is enough for calligraphy and painting, but having personal guidance next to him is tantamount to getting twice the result with half the effort.

Li Jin lowered his attitude at the beginning and asked Huang Yiling for advice.

Huang Yiling said with a smile: "A Jin knows a lot about the theoretical knowledge of calligraphy and painting, which saves me a lot of trouble.

As long as these brushwork problems go back and practice more, it won't take long for Ah Jin to draw what he wants to draw. "

Li Jin said, "Thank you Yiling."

Huang Yiling discussed with Li Jin some tips on writing poems, and Li Jin also told him the inspiration and opportunity of his pastoral poems without any secrets.

He even wrote his own poem which took a lot of energy and piled up rhetoric, but was circled by Mr. Song for many revisions.

Of course, Li Jin also revised all the poems according to Mr. Song's request.

Huang Yiling's eyes widened when he saw it, and he was full of praise: "I thought that the poem about chrysanthemums in the Poetry Contest was the pinnacle of Ah Jin, but then I heard pastoral poems, and now I read this kind of verses again, and every one of them amazed me. "

Li Jin said modestly: "Yiling is absurd."

After finishing speaking, he talked about the experience of composing this verse. Huang Yiling couldn't help laughing, and the relationship between the two was quickly drawn closer.

In the end, Li Jin took the initiative to pay for it, and invited Huang Yiling to eat at Baishifang. He bought two catties of candy himself, and then walked towards the village.

After Huang Yiling returned home, he first presented the eight pills he had bought to Mr. Huang.

Then he told the story of how he met Li Jin.Last time he told Mr. Huang that Li Jin was actually that little genius doctor from Xinglintang.

Huang Yiling said: "Sir, next time Ajin Muxiu, I will ask him to come and check your pulse."

Huang Xiucai said: "You're interested. I've also read Li Jin's pastoral poem, and it's very well done. I talked to Song Xiucai yesterday and learned that the poem was completely written by Li Jin. He didn't move. Word by word."

Huang Xiucai stroked his beard: "Li Jin is eighteen years old, and he will only be nineteen when he will take the Tongsheng Examination next year. If he writes stereotyped essays well, then he is likely to be the top case.

If you make friends with him, learn more about his diligence, don't just know how to paint all day long. "

Huang Yiling agreed with a bitter face.He didn't just know how to draw, in fact, drawing is also one of the ways to reduce stress.

His parents who are still in the village have high hopes for him. Every time the eldest brother comes to the town, he will bring him new clothes or handkerchiefs made by his mother, and occasionally he will have special stewed ribs.

Although the family didn't say it, Huang Yiling knew that the whole family hoped that he could go to high school this time.

A scholar who is not as good as a weak crown is like a genius in this remote town!

But Huang Yiling also knows his own strength, Xu Zifan and Zhou Qi also have their own merits, they failed in the first round, and he... really hangs up.

Huang Yiling had nowhere to vent his pressure, so he could only paint...but this was described by Mr. Huang as not doing his job properly.

There was only bitterness left in his heart.

But he also knows that he is just an ordinary farmer, but now he is living a life like a young master. He has never done farm work since he was a child, and he relies on the love of his family.

He must not disappoint his parents, eldest brother, and second brother.

Huang Xiucai looked at Huang Yiling's firm eyes at the end, and asked him to go down to review his homework.

Things like pills are sold by word of mouth and repeat customers.

Huang Yiling is a living example. Zhou Gui also told Li Jin today that a total of 36 pieces were sold including yesterday.

There are many repeat customers, and other people see that this thing is really effective, so they buy it and try it. Anyway, two coins are only four yuan, and they are not expensive.

However, Li Jin still faces a problem now, that is, there are not enough hawthorns at home, so he can only make fifteen more. He plans to go to the mountain tomorrow and buy two hundred catties of hawthorns.

Last time, the owner of the garden said that if it was more than two hundred catties, he would send it directly to the entrance of the village.

Hawthorn is five cents a catty, and two hundred catties is a tael of silver, the price is still fair.

The main reason is that the owner's hawthorn fruit is large, sour and sweet, and of high quality. It can be used to make candied haws for Qin Muwen every few days.

When Li Jin arrived home, the boy picked all the persimmons from the persimmon tree in his yard, and hung them on the window sill in rows.

The two hens that were originally nesting under the persimmon tree kept following Qin Muwen, like creditors collecting debts.

Seeing this scene, Li Jin's lips curled up slightly.

Seeing that he was back, Qin Muwen stepped forward to take the basket, and then fetched water for Li Jin to wash his hands.

Those two chickens were really bullying and fearful, once Qin Muwen got close to Li Jin, they backed up a few steps, pretending nothing happened, and pecked randomly on the ground.

Qin Muwen unbuttoned Li Jinjie's robe, which he carefully sewed on one by one.

It is also very easy to untie.

Li Jin changed into the moon-white linen bunt he wore at home, which was convenient for practicing calligraphy and eating.

Once Qin Muwen went to the yard, the two chicken 'creditors' followed Qin Muwen closely, begging for their persimmons.

Since Li Daniu sent these two chickens as Li Ruo's full moon gift, they have been living under the persimmon tree, probably because they have developed feelings for the persimmon tree.

As a result, the persimmons were not long after they were ripe, and Qin Muwen knocked them all down.

Two Chickens Are Angry...

It was the first time that Li Jin saw the expression of embarrassment turned into anger on the young man's face, and then he turned his head to reason with the two chickens.

No, exactly a threat.

"Your rations are all in my hands, if you follow me, I won't give you any food!"

It can be said that she is very vicious, but Qin Muwen did not expect that even a vicious Samoyed would be a smiling angel.

Two chickens are fearless.

Li Jin said: "It's okay. I'll ask Uncle Dahe to build a chicken coop and put them in it. Anyway, it will be cold in another month. It's time to build a cage for them."

Qin Muwen agreed.These two chickens were very good before, but because he beat a persimmon today, they all turned their faces and refused to recognize anyone.

As soon as Li Jin walked up to them, the two chickens pretended to be watching, but slowly moved towards their nest under the persimmon tree.

Too cute.

Perhaps because of Li Jin's deterrence, the two chickens didn't make a fuss anymore. Qin Muwen cooked some stomach-enhancing porridge, served with side dishes, and waited for Li Jin to finish practicing calligraphy.

He would help Li Jin pick out the wick of the oil lamp while he was eating.

The candlelight hit his side face, his eyelashes were long and soft, which made people feel a sense of protection.

Then Li Jin went out and begged Li Dahe for mercy, saying that his house lacked a chicken coop.

Li Dahe smoked a dry cigarette, squinted his eyes, and said, "How big is it? Your family only has two chickens, so you need to build a special chicken coop?"

Li Jin said, "Let's build a cage that can hold five chickens. I'll buy a few more chickens after it's done."

Li Dahe nodded: "Well, five chickens are not bad, your family will have a second child sooner or later, and you have to make up for your husband recently."

Li Jin would not be surprised at all when he heard this level of words now, he nodded with a smile and said, "That's the truth."

Li Dahe said with a smile: "A few days ago, Li Zhuzi came to my place, saying that he wanted to make something for the third child to practice walking."

Li Jin was puzzled: "Isn't the third child in Brother Zhuzi's family only three months old?"

Li Dahe took a sip of the dry smoke: "You don't know about it. I got some polished and smooth wood here a few days ago. Li Zhuzi is well-informed and asked about it."

Li Jin was also blunt: "Then Uncle Dahe can't forget about my steamed stuffed bun. You've had steamed stuffed bun full moon wine before."

Li Dahe was stunned: "Your bun is a brother...?"

Li Jin had a look of reason: "Brother is also my cub, I dote on him."

Li Dahe nodded: "You have a good attitude, okay, just based on your words, I will make a few more gadgets for your buns."

Li Jin directly handed over his hand and thanked him.

After returning home, Li Jin was silent again, and then did three sets of push-ups, fifty in each set.

He now has obvious abdominal muscle texture on his stomach, and his chest muscles are slightly protruding. Li Jin is already quite satisfied with his figure.

He entered the house after taking a shower, the boy was still awake, so he left the light on.

Li Jin got under the covers, remembering the words inspired by Li Zhuzi a long time ago...

He took the boy's hand down and said, "Wenwen, help me."