After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

Uncle Wang's words kept circling in his mind, and Dong Chuanlin felt something was wrong after thinking about it.

It's the busy farming season right now, but the Han family didn't grow rice!

Uncle Wang also said that there were new faces at the noodle stall, but neither the Dong family nor Han Song said a word about it.Dong Chuanlin went through all the letters he had received before, but he didn't find any clues.

For such a trivial matter, Uncle Wang has no reason to lie to him.There is only one possibility, all of them are hiding Dong Chuanlin's knowledge and deliberately not telling him.

But why?Isn't it great that Han Song can return to his former comfortable life after finding a new helper?Is there really anything you can't say?

Dong Chuanlin had a difficult time, and he couldn't figure it out even after thinking hard, so he decided to test it out in his reply letter.

Dong Chuanlin asked in an indirect way.

How is the noodle stall business recently?Do those beggars on the street still come to make trouble?When will the rice be harvested, and when will the stalls be harvested?

He strives to hook up with the noodle stall for every question.

Dong Chuanlin didn't believe it anymore, in these problems full of big pits, Han Song can still not fall!

……

Han Song came back from hunting on Mount Dai. As soon as he entered the door, Ye Shuhua said, "Chuanliang has just arrived. I have a letter written by Chuanlin and I put it on the table."

"it is good."

Han Song put down the pannier, and waited until the bloody prey was dealt with before he washed his hands to read the letter.

This letter is almost the same as usual, first describing my recent life, and then asking about the other party's recent life.

It's just that in today's letter, there are obviously a lot more questions.He finished writing a few sentences about his own life, followed by a long list of questions, and he asked them all about everything.

Although Han Song had some doubts, he didn't delve into it and picked up a few important questions to answer.In the middle of replying to the letter, Ye Shuhua called him to eat.

At the dinner table, Han Song briefly explained the contents of the letter to Ye Shuhua.

Ye Shuhua smiled gratifiedly, and asked him after hesitating for a moment: "Does Chuanlin know that you didn't help out at the noodle stall?"

"I didn't tell him," Han Song sullenly ate.

Ye Shuhua asked: "Why didn't you say it? It's not something shameful, be careful to spread that Lin knew you did it on purpose and got angry with you."

After Han Song swallowed the last two mouthfuls of rice, he filled another half bowl of rice. "Let's talk about it after the new helper is stable, maybe there is something wrong."

Ye Shuhua glared at him, "It's been more than half a month, what big changes can happen, I see you, I just don't want to talk about it."

"Mother..." Han Song slowed down and said in a deep voice, "I just haven't figured out how to say it, so I won't keep it from him."

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and he never thought of hiding it to the end, but when he wrote the letter, he naturally skipped it.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want Dong Chuanlin to know so soon.

I reminded everything that should be reminded, and Ye Shuhua didn't want to intervene too much in the affairs between the two of them, so she could concentrate on eating.

Counting it down, Han Song has not been working at the noodle stall for five days.Suddenly returning from a regular job to a hunting life full of unknowns, he was a little worried about gains and losses.

After Han Song accepted the job of helping the noodle stall, the Dong family did not give up and continued to look for suitable people.

After all, Han Song is just a rescuer, and his main job is not to be a helper.Neither Dong Guangcheng nor Dong Chuanliang felt sorry for letting a highly skilled Orion wash and serve dishes every day.

When Dong Chuanli begged him for help at the beginning, he only said transition, and Han Song never thought of continuing to work.But when he left as he wished, there was a trace of loss in his heart.

Han Song and Dong Chuanliang exhorted, this matter is up to him.Obviously the last reply was the best opportunity, but he couldn't write for a long time.

Dong Chuanlin had been away for less than forty days, and Han Song didn't want him to feel that he was just playing things off.When he's not around, he quits the business.

Originally, Han Song planned to tell him in this reply, but when he was still hesitating how to speak, his mother beat him hard with a whip.

Han Song tore up the half-written reply letter, took the letter paper again, and told him everything.

There was nothing to hide, the later Dong Chuanlin found out, the more guilty Han Song felt.The feeling of uncontrollable fear made him uncomfortable.

Still, the rhythm of cutting the mess quickly is more suitable for him.

After a heavy rain, the sweltering weather gradually turned cooler.Everyone took advantage of the cool weather to move guys down to cut rice.

The Han family only has a few vegetable fields, so this year the Han family has become the most leisurely one in the village.

Dong's family was also preparing for rice harvesting, and Dong Chuanliang deliberately closed the stall and went home to help.

On the same day, when Dong Guangcheng and Dong Chuanliang father and son were just rolling up their sleeves and preparing for a big fight, they saw Han Song walking in their direction with a sickle on his back and a kettle on his back.

Both father and son were shocked to learn that he was there to help.

In the past few days, neighbors have successively asked Han Song to help, and the wages of professional rice cutters are calculated.But Han Song shied away all of them, saying that he was busy and had no time.

Han Song explained with a smile: "Chuanlin feels sorry for Uncle Dong and Brother Chuanliang. He is afraid that you will work too hard, so he specially asked me to help."

"Did Chuanlin ask you to come? Why didn't he mention this to us..." Dong Chuanliang said with a frown.

"I guess I didn't say it because I was afraid that you wouldn't like it." Han Song put down the kettle and rolled up his sleeves. "Let's work first. The sun will be strong later, and the sun will be hard."

Speaking of this, the father and son didn't think much, and went to the field together with a sickle.

Busy busy, time flies.

After harvesting the rice, I was busy transplanting rice seedlings again, and I survived all the work, and it was autumn when I could really relax.

At this time, Dong Chuanlin still obediently stayed in the pharmaceutical village to learn the craft.

His practice progress was a bit slower than the previous batch of apprentices, and more than half faster than the latter batch of apprentices, and he didn't know what to do in the middle.

However, he practiced with Chen Suiyang and his group from the first day, and Master Zhang did not propose to transfer.Dong Chuanlin didn't dare to take chances, so he could only strengthen his practice and try to keep up with the progress.

Practice during class time, continue practicing during break time, and not idle when you return to your residence. Every night before going to bed, you will discuss cutting experience with Chen Suiyang.

After a period of time, Dong Chuanlin finally caught up with everyone's progress, and the training was synchronized.

After half a month of cutting dried beans, and several months of cutting all kinds of gaudy wooden sticks, when the apprentices can master all kinds of slices, they collectively enter a new stage.

Entering the real cutting pharmacy, everyone practiced with a master pharmacist.

There are 20 apprentices in Chen Suiyang's group, plus Dong Chuanlin, there are a total of 21 apprentices.

However, there were only twenty master pharmacists in the pharmacy, and Dong Chuanlin was embarrassed and at a loss.Before, he felt that he came in through formal channels, but the longer he stayed, the more he felt that he was an eyesore.

This is a proper relationship account!It's strange not to attract people's dislike.

Dong Chuanlin somewhat understood why Lu Zhiming, the black-faced brother, was always staring at him secretly.

As imagined, a master pharmacist carried away an apprentice, and in the end only Dong Chuanlin was left standing stupidly alone with no one to lead him.

When he was sad and disappointed, Master Zhang pushed the door open and walked in, glanced at him and said, "Why are you standing there stupidly? Go sharpen the knife, and Master needs to teach you this?"

"I'll go right away!" The flame in Dong Chuanlin's heart was ignited suddenly, and he ran to sharpen the knife excitedly.

Master Zhang is the head of the pharmacy. Although he is not the oldest and most experienced, his medicine cutting skills are not bad at all.Dong Chuanlin was very happy to be taught by Master Zhang.

While working hard to learn the technique of cutting medicine, he also practiced with his family through letters.In the past six months, Dong Chuanlin has been particularly satisfied.

It wasn't long before he traveled to Yuehe Kingdom, less than a year and a half.

In the past year and a half, he lived a comfortable life, and there was nothing particularly sad or sad.But the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment from the bottom of his heart, he only really felt after he came to the pharmaceutical village.

He can deeply feel the reality and happiness of staying away from the brilliance of stars and returning to a simple life, which he has never experienced before.

……

The intense and regular study and life passed quickly. It was early summer when I first came, and now it is winter.

Dong Chuanlin was packing his bags, ready to go home with the medicine delivery truck.

There is still more than one month left before the Chinese New Year, so it is reasonable not to have a holiday so soon.But Dong Chuanlin's second sister, Dong Chuanfang, was about to get married, and as a younger brother, Dong Chuanlin couldn't shirk it.

He asked for leave with the boss, originally thinking that it would be enough to ask for a five-day vacation, but the boss said that the journey back and forth was long and troublesome, so there was no need to bother, and he would just report back in the spring of the next year.

The hospitality is hard to come by, Dong Chuanlin is half forced to enjoy the holiday one step ahead of others.

Putting his bags on his back, Dong Chuanlin walked steadily and with a clear goal, walking towards the medicine cart and towards home.

I haven't seen him in half a year, and I don't know how much Han Song has changed...

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Half a year later, Chuan Lin finally wants to meet Brother Song!

long wait~