The Transmigrated Li Jin's Daily Farming Life

Xiao Baozi is now one year and two months old, he can say some simple words, and he can even roughly understand the meaning of adults' words.

At this moment, he gave his father the flower he liked very much, although he was reluctant to part with it, but when he heard what his father said, he still said sensiblely: "Cut, ah!"

Qin Muwen was moved, and before he had time to say anything, the little bun spoke again: "Ah! Luo (joy)!"

The last sentence was finished by Li Jin instead of Xiao Baozi: "Birthday is auspicious, Wenwen."

Qin Muwen's eyes were wide open, under the sunlight, his pupils were extremely clear, there was a little shock inside at first, but more of a sudden joy.

his birthday...

He hasn't had a birthday ceremony in four years, and he has long since forgotten about it.

If Li Jin hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have known that the tenth day of August was his birthday.

Li Jin scratched his nose, asked Xiaocha to pack up the needles and threads, and then stuffed the little bun into Qin Muwen's arms.

"Little Baozi's congratulations have arrived, he ordered these flowers for me to pick, and it is also his heart.

I have to go to Ningxing Bookstore now, and come back to congratulate you, good boy. "

If Li Jin said 'be good' in the past, it would probably make people feel a little nondescript.

But now, with his figure and demeanor, Qin Muwen always unconsciously ignores his age, feeling that he is much younger than Li Jin.

Qin Muwen felt that what Zhao Shuang said a few days ago was absolutely true - 'Your husband loves you so much'.

It is precisely because he is the one who is favored that he appears very small in front of his husband and can be held in the palm of his hand.

Li Jin was able to know Qin Muwen's birthday because he had to fill in various information about his ancestral home and relatives when he registered for the county examination in January this year, so he learned that the boy's birthday was in August.

And he accidentally missed this time in the first year when he first arrived.

Therefore, he also planned early on to hold a birthday party for the boy this year.

Afterwards, Li Jin told Xiao Cha that there was no need to cook today, and someone from Jufulou would bring the lunch, just pay attention to open the door later.

It didn't take much effort to say these words. When Li Jin walked to the outer courtyard, Xiao Er hadn't finished his cup of tea.

Li Jin said: "I'm being negligent, there are no other servants at home..."

Xiaoer hurriedly said, "Li Tongsheng, don't worry about me, you only need to change clothes, I can afford to wait."

Not long after the two left, they arrived at the book shop, and the shopkeeper was already waiting on the second floor.

Xiao Er directly led him upstairs, and then retreated politely.

The shopkeeper's robe, Li Jin, was clean, but its condition was not new. The shopkeeper had some impressions of Li Jin's family background when the tabloids in Fucheng wrote about Li Jin's family background before.

But he didn't dare to underestimate Li Jin in the slightest.From the magistrate to the second child in the bookstore, they all looked at Li Jin differently and praised him full of praise.

This shows that Li Jin is definitely a person worthy of deep friendship.

"Li Tongsheng is here. I happen to have a good Pu'er here. Today's weather is suitable, and I have cooked some. I invite you to taste it together."

Li Jin showed no signs of embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the hospitality, the shopkeeper, I will not be polite that night."

Although Li Jin didn't have much research on tea, he had gone to many poetry meetings with him before, and his tea-tasting movements seemed very elegant.

The two chattered eastward and westward, and finally got to the point.

When Li Jin walked downstairs, he felt as if he was stepping on a cloud, and he used his fingertips to explore the banknotes in his cuffs, which made him feel very at ease.

The shopkeeper really gave him three 100 taels of banknotes as promised!

He finally said: "If this "Nongsang Suanjing" makes Ah Jin famous and publishes books in the future, we will still pay this price."

This is for long-term cooperation in the future.

Li Jin naturally agreed, the two met each other clearly, at the beginning of the conversation, they talked about "Tongsheng" and "Treasurer", and later they began to call each other brothers, as if they had been friends for many years.

But Li Jin knew that it was all because of profit.

After returning home, Li Jin handed over the banknote to his young husband.

Qin Muwen looked at the bank note, then looked up at Li Jin, opened his mouth slightly, and said, "Ah Jin, is this a birthday gift?"

When Qin Muwen was young, his father congratulated him on his birthday and gave him new clothes or books.

Later, when Father fell ill, he gave Qin Muwen his dowry as a birthday present.That means actually handing over... the aftermath.

But Qin Muwen's father is a person with a high emotional intelligence. He knows that his silly child has been well protected since he was a child.

It was not Qin Muwen's turn to compete for favor, and the mistress in the backyard naturally looked down on him, and never bothered him.

This caused Qin Muwen to naively think that although he knew a little about the dirty tricks of the Hou Zhai, he couldn't touch them.

Qin Muwen's father thought that after his death, other people would hand over the money to Ah Wen, and those people would definitely say, 'This is what your father left you after his death'.

In that case, how sad my family Ah Wen would be when he heard that.

Therefore, he insisted until Ah Wen's birthday, and asked people to cash in some unnecessary things and exchange them into bank notes for Ah Wen.

Until now, Qin Muwen even thought that taking a 'silver note' as a birthday gift was a very common thing.

Li Jin said, "Why, are you looking forward to my birthday gift so much?"

Qin Muwen nodded very honestly, and Li Jin said, "Put away the bank notes first."

Then, he took Qin Muwen's hand and went directly to the study.

Li Jin directly took out all the scrolls from the painting tube.

Exactly eighteen volumes.

Qin Muwen also happens to be eighteen this year.

Li Jin asked Qin Muwen to stand in front of the desk, and stuck himself behind him. When he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, and his breath hit the side of his neck.

Seeing the little husband's earlobes turn pink gradually, Li Jin said: "These are the birthday presents for Wenwen, take them apart and have a look."

Although Qin Muwen has been tidying up Li Jin's study, he doesn't rummage through Li Jin's things.

He also asked Li Jin what these scrolls were before, and why they had to pack them in special boxes when they moved.

But Li Jin just smiled and didn't answer.

At this moment, Qin Muwen's heart was pounding. He knew that Ah Jin was right behind him, so he could definitely hear his heartbeat.

But he had no intention of hiding his excitement.

The first scroll was not big, and when it was slowly opened inch by inch, the first thing I saw was a... tail of a chicken.

Then the chicken's head also appeared in sight. The chicken was very airy, and with the background in the courtyard, Qin Muwen recognized it as his own chicken at a glance.

——The chicken I raised when I was still living in the village.

When the picture scroll was fully unfolded, Qin Muwen saw that he was holding a bunch of persimmons in his hand, and the two roosters behind him were arrogant, as if the persimmons Qin Muwen was holding belonged to those two chickens.

Qin Muwen couldn't help laughing, he covered his lips, his eyes were filled with surprise.

If Ah Jin hadn't painted this incident, he would have forgotten it. Looking at the scroll now, he completely remembered the helpless mood at that time.

He turned his head to look at A Jin, because the two of them stuck together so hard that their forehead even directly touched A Jin's lips.

Qin Muwen quickly straightened his head and said, "Fortunately, Ah Jin came back early that day... Later, Ah Jin went directly to Uncle Dahe to make chicken coops and locked them up."

There is a smile in his dimples, exactly the same as the boy in the painting who is holding a persimmon and planning to eat it when it snows.

Time has not left any traces of vicissitudes on him, and he can still smile so happily.

Qin Muwen was a little reluctant to roll up the scroll.

Before Ah Jin said that he would paint for him, he kept it in his heart, but after that, Ah Jin didn't take the initiative to mention it, and he also kept silent in order not to interfere with Ah Jin's studies.

However, it is impossible to forget, Ah Jin has painted Xiao Baozi, he, he will never admit that he has been jealous of Xiao Baozi.

Li Jin also waited patiently for him, even if he couldn't finish watching before lunch, at worst, he would continue watching after dinner.

The meals sent by Jufulou include roast squab, beef soup, roasted almonds, etc. There are four dishes and two desserts in total.

When someone came to help set the meal, Li Jin quietly lit a fire in the kitchen and cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for the boy.

The noodles were rolled by Xiaocha, and they were long. Qin Muwen didn't have time to pay attention to the kitchen. His attention was all on those picture scrolls.

It wasn't until Li Jin brought the noodles and put them on the table that he called him out of the study.

Xiaocha has been at home for a month, and she is much more cheerful than before.

He made a bow to Qin Muwen and said, "Congratulations on the master's birthday, and wish you will always be so happy."

After a pause, Xiaocha added in a low voice: "The longevity noodles are cooked for you by the master himself."

Qin Muwen was taken aback, since Li Jin had little tea, Li Jin seldom cooks.

But he actually gave not only his picture scroll, but also this bowl of longevity noodles. Qin Muwen resisted the urge to cry and sat at the dinner table.

After eating, Qin Muwen really spent a whole day looking at the paintings.

At dusk that day, he held all eighteen scrolls of paintings in his arms: "Ah Jin, can I take all these paintings with me?"

Li Jin said: "It's all yours, of course you can take it away."

Li Jin discovered that Qin Muwen had put all these paintings in the storage compartment of the main house. There were wooden rabbit pendants, ribbons, the first painting for Xiao Baozi, etc., all of which were carefully accumulated by Qin Muwen.

Now there are eighteen more scrolls, Qin Muwen thought about it, and put the scrolls on the second grid, six on each floor, a total of three floors, all neatly arranged.

Li Jin has gained a new understanding of her husband's collection addiction.

He thought, fortunately, he didn't paint for the little husband when he didn't know how to draw, otherwise he would collect them like this, and it would be really unbearable to look at them in a few years.

But Li Jin liked the painting of Little Baozi very much.

That was the first time that Baozi smiled at him, and it was also the first day when he sincerely recognized Baozi as his own child.Very memorable.

That night, Li Jin wanted to just rest with the boy in his arms.

But Qin Muwen took the initiative to take off his obscene clothes, revealing his flesh-and-blood body, and then opened himself up, inviting Li Jin to enter.

This is the most primitive movement that a man expresses his love for. Li Jin's movements were very light at first, worried that he would hurt the boy.

But the boy kept urging him: "Hurry up, Ah Jin."

Li Jin Ninja didn't say anything, but kissed him on the forehead: "You will get hurt."

Qin Muwen's eyes were filled with water vapor, but he still insisted: "I miss you more, Ah Jin, I like you."

Li Jin couldn't bear it any longer, and lifted one of the boy's legs over his shoulder. The two looked at each other, and they could see their own figure in each other's eyes.

And Li Jin was in this state, penetrating inch by inch, attacking the city.