After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

It was night, the moon was bright and clear, and there was a layer of mist under the clear moonlight.

When he arrived at Han's house, Han Song was sitting on a stone bench in the yard. The moonlight cast shadows on his face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Dong Chuanlin sat down across from him aggressively, and poured himself a cup of tea consciously.He was in a hurry to eat, so he came over after wiping his mouth and saying hello to Mrs. Liu.

After drinking three cups of tea, Dong Chuanlin brought an empty teapot into the house and poured boiling water. When he came out, he had a plate of salted peanuts in his hand.After Aunt Han gave him the peanuts, she went into the house to rest, saying that she would not disturb their chat.

They said they were chatting, but in fact the two of them hadn't spoken a few words since Dong Chuanlin sat down.

Han Song watched the moon in a daze, while Dong Chuanlin ate and drank.

Aunt Han's salted peanuts are crispy and tasty, with a suitable saltiness.Dong Chuanlin couldn't stop after tasting one. He peeled the peanuts while eating. He poured out the peanuts on the stone table, put the peeled peanuts in a porcelain plate, and thoughtfully removed the pink peanut shells.

The porcelain plate was pushed in front of Han Song.

Han Song, who had been admiring the moon and never looked at him several times, withdrew his eyes from the full moon, stared at the yellow-white peanuts for a while, and then raised the corner of his mouth and said "thank you".

It was rare for Dong Chuanlin to see Han Song in such a gloomy mood. He poured out the cooled tea in his cup and poured it again, and asked casually, "Brother Han is so serious about admiring the moon. Is today's moon different from usual?"

Han Song twirled the peanuts into his mouth, "Sixteen round moon, more beautiful." After he finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, looked up at the full moon, hesitant to speak, lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.

Is it hurt by the scene?Dong Chuanlin blurted out: "Don't be sad, it's not worth it." It was the Manchu family who had suffered a lot, so there was nothing left to miss.

After hearing this, Han Song was a little surprised, tilted his head and smiled, deliberately teasing: "I just miss a line of poetry, why should I be sad?" His face, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed, his brows and eyes curved into fine lines as he smiled.

"What poem?"

Han Song drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, "Forgot."

Dong Chuanlin: "..."

A self-defeating meal unintentionally tempered the atmosphere, Han Song ate peanuts one by one with great interest, and drank tea from time to time.

After laying the groundwork for an afternoon, it's time to get down to business.

Dong Chuanlin cleared his throat and said, "Brother Han, actually I came here tonight to ask for your help." He seldom did things that he was not sure about, and he felt a little uneasy.

The corners of Han Song's mouth rose slightly, and he kept eating peanuts. He glanced at him and said, "Go ahead."

Dong Chuanlin took a deep breath, let go of his trembling hands, and pressed his palms against the cold stone table, taking advantage of the coolness to calm down.

"I want Brother Han to come to the noodle stall to help." Seeing that Han Song didn't respond, Dong Chuanlin licked his lower lip, and then said: "I think Brother Han is very suitable to help, both in terms of temperament and timing."

"How to say?"

"My eldest brother is quick-tempered and likes to chat with people. Brother Han just needs to work with peace of mind and doesn't need to solicit business. The noodle stall closes at the opening hour, and the sky is still bright, so there is enough time to be busy with the work in the vegetable field." At the end, he added: "I You can rest while resting, you can stay at home with Aunt Han or go hunting in the mountains."

Han Song put the last peanut into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and said, "It's thoughtful."

"Then would you like to?"

Han Song was puzzled, "Why are you always so persistent?"

Mingming's autumn harvest is already exhausted in his own field, and he has to come to help cut rice during his nap time.Obviously Xiu Mu has very little time to play, and he still comes to chat and reminisce about the old days.Mingming is not very old, but he wants to be thorough in everything.

"It's what you said, if you have a glimmer of hope, you should go all out." Dong Chuanlin stared into his eyes, holding his breath and said.

Han Song squinted his eyes and recalled, as if he asked the doctor before he left that he was not afraid that he would be hated if the wound was not treated properly.Dong Chuanlin was lying on the bed at the time, thinking that he had passed out, but he didn't expect that he not only heard it but also remembered it so clearly.

After thinking for a while, when Dong Chuanlin thought he was going to refuse again, Han Song waved his hands and said, "It's late at night, go back and rest." He stood up and put the peanut shells on the table into a porcelain plate.

What's going on, Dong Chuanlin didn't understand what he meant, "Then you...?"

"meet tomorrow."

After a while of cock crowing, Dong Chuanlin got up lazily and neatly unlike usual. After washing, he stood at the door and looked around.A tall and tall man appeared on the path beside the field where the morning mist had not cleared.

Han Song first nodded his greetings to Dong Guangcheng, the Liu family and other elders, and went to the entrance of the village to drive an ox cart with Dong Chuanliang.

After learning that Han Song was willing to help out at the noodle stall, Dong Guangcheng and Liu Shi were overjoyed. They were very satisfied with Han Song's steady and down-to-earth character even if they knew the truth.

Dong Chuanlin, who has made great contributions, readily accepted the praise from his family.

The days of stability always pass quickly.According to the agreement, Dong Chuan and Lin Xiumu were Han Song's rest day.This day is the market day, and it is approaching the Qingming Festival. There must be more people coming to the market to sell goods than usual.

Dong Chuanliang and his brothers are ready to work non-stop all morning.When he opened the door and set off, Han Song came walking briskly as usual.

Han Song said that he happened to be going to the town to buy grave-sweeping sacrificial offerings, so he might as well set off earlier and help out at the noodle stall.

Dong Chuanlin and his eldest brother exchanged glances, looked at each other with a hearty smile, and understood clearly.

As the noon approached, the shoulder-to-shoulder market crowds faded away, and Dong Chuanlin followed Han Song to buy sacrificial offerings.

It is said that Qingming is approaching, but there are still two days to arrive.

On the day of Qingming, everyone was busy worshiping ancestors and springing, and the market left early.Just after noon, Dong Chuanliang and Han Song closed the stall and went home.

The custom of Miaozhu Village is to enter the mountain to visit the tomb after Weishi.The old man in the village said that the sun was so strong at noon that he was afraid that the lost souls would not come to see the relatives who paid homage to him.

After Dong Chuanliang got home, he cleaned up everything, and the father and son set out with incense candles and a bamboo basket, which contained a pot of sake and sacrifices such as fish heads and pork.

Although Dong Chuanlin came here through time travel, he didn't have much emotion for the deceased relatives and ancestors, but he did his duty, showing awe and piety.

The Dong family has lived in Miaozhu Village for generations, and there are still traces of the cemetery from a hundred years ago.Most of the cemeteries are concentrated in the south of Mount Daishan facing the sun. The group of them started offering sacrifices from the highest cemetery, from high to low, and after walking through all the cemeteries, the three of them were covered with fine sweat on their foreheads.

When the Dong family was about to go home, the Han family had just set off.The power of the sun gradually faded with the passage of time, and the warm yellow light shone gently on the body.

Unlike other families who wore dark or white clothes for sacrifices, Han Song's mother and son were dressed more fancy, and there was only a jug of wine in the basket except incense candles.

Unlike her usual face-to-face, Aunt Han was wearing a water blue blouse, a light blue long skirt, and a yellow and white embroidered belt hanging from her waist.Her hair is tied with a wooden hairpin, her eyebrows are curved with willow leaves, and her face is brushed with light pink rouge.

The breeze blew and raised the hem of the skirt, revealing the woman's tenderness.

Han Song was wearing an indigo robe with turquoise bamboo leaves embroidered on his belt.

Most of the neighbors in the village also went down the mountain, and when they glanced at Han Song's mother and son, they would always stay for a few seconds longer.If they didn't see the sacrificial offerings in Han Song's hands, some people would think that they were dressed up for a banquet.

In Yuanshen's memory, there were gossips in the village after the Qingming Festival last year.

The venomous woman mocked Aunt Han's charming appearance as if she was going to sweep the grave, but rather to seduce the soul, and the seduce was still a ghost, not only to charm the living, but also the dead.

Anyone who understands knows that it's not to seduce the soul, it's Aunt Han, mother and son who want to reassure the dead Han Bo, they are living a good life, and the dead soul should rest in peace.

Aunt Han only dresses up during the Qingming Festival and Han Bo's death day, and she is very clean at other times.However, there are people who are jealous and gossip behind their backs for their pretty appearance in the past two days.

If a tiger doesn't show its power, there are some blind cats who are sick.

When Han Song found out, he was not angry, and told everyone in front of the villagers that if he found out that there were still people who slandered his mother behind his back, he would definitely not let him go.

The day was special, the two families went on their own way after a short greeting, and Dong Chuanlin, who was at the end of the team, reluctantly looked away.

Even with heavy objects in his hand, Han Song still stood upright, firmly guarding the thin and gentle Aunt Han.

……

After a few drizzles, Lixia ushered in.

Dong Chuanlin's birthday is three days after Lixia, and he will be fifteen years old.

Dong's family was from a mediocre family and had no financial means to continue to pay for his education. After his birthday, he would leave the school to find a craft or make a living.

Dong Chuanlin is still a little unbelievable that he really has to rely on his hands to get rich.

At first, Dong Guangcheng intentionally asked Dong Chuanlin to learn how to cook.Food is the most important thing for the people, and no matter where you are a cook, you will not die of hunger.After finishing my studies, I set up a small stall and opened a small shop like Dong Chuanliang, and my life is very exciting.

Before Dong Chuanlin could express his opinion, Mrs. Liu refused for him.It is said that his hands trembled badly when he was asked to kill fish and chickens on weekdays, and he couldn't even handle the ingredients well as a cook.

After discussing all night, Dong Chuanlin didn't say a few words, just listened to the dispute between Dong Guangcheng, Liu Shi and Dong Chuanliang.In the end, Dong Guangcheng got annoyed, and decided to let the child choose by himself, as long as he didn't kill people and set fires, and it was a serious craft, he agreed.

Dong Chuanlin, who thought he could enjoy the package distribution, was both worried and happy.

He even forced Dong Guangcheng to learn how to cook, and he reluctantly agreed. After the master was so annoyed that he returned the product, he even pitifully told his parents that he had to choose by himself.

With his ten-year experience in the entertainment industry, Dong Guangcheng and Mrs. Liu were both distressed and relieved after watching this performance, and finally agreed with him with a wave of their hands.

As a result, tell him now that there is no need to act in the play, and you can choose whichever you like.Isn't this forcing back his overwhelming desire for performance?

Said that the wind is the rain, Dong Guangcheng came to knock on the door early the next morning.Let Dong Chuanlin, who has nothing to do, follow Dong Chuanliang to the noodle stall to help out, find out what suitable livelihoods are available, and go home to discuss together.

Last night, Dong Chuanlin hugged his pillow and fantasized about a bunch of future plans, yawning and comforting himself - ancient science and technology were underdeveloped, and all work was done manually. With so many job opportunities, he will definitely be able to find a suitable one!