You are my golden finger

It was almost noon and the food was ready. I packed three steamed buns and called Xihui to tell him to give the buns to Grandma San. I also asked him to ask the clan leader and a few boys to come back for lunch.

Lin Xijin didn't dare to pretend too much, for fear of attracting hatred and causing jealousy from other villagers.

Soon the craftsmen and laborers gathered at the dining table, each with a large bowl to eat. The dishes were divided by Mu Xiong's wife, and there was plenty of rice and steamed buns. Everyone ate with their mouths full of oil and were very satisfied. They all said that Lin Xijin was generous and willing to give everyone food.

At the end of the day, the foundations for the house and the wall had been dug very wide, and a large area of ​​wasteland had been cleared, which looked to be more than ten acres. There was no need to invite everyone to dinner in the evening. The aunts packed up the cooking utensils and ingredients and went back in the afternoon.

Lin Xijin and a few others ate the leftover rice and steamed buns from lunch, fried some side dishes, and started to eat.

While we were eating, Third Aunt came over.

The third grandmother probably just came back from clearing the land. Her feet and clothes were still covered with mud. She must have been the last one to finish. Seeing that the family was having dinner, she was embarrassed to go in and quickly turned around to leave.

"Third Auntie, is there something wrong? Come in quickly!" Lin Xijin called her.

"Jin girl, it's okay, it's okay. I just came back from the fields and passed by the door, so I wanted to come in and thank you!"

"Third Auntie, you're welcome. It's not easy for you to take care of the child. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Don't be afraid, Daya and Erhu are very happy. They ate the steamed buns you gave them at noon today and said they would help Sister Jin dig the ground!"

Seeing that there were no more villagers around, Lin Xijin simply took two large bowls, filled them with some steamed buns and food, put them in a basket, and asked Sanpo to take them back to eat.

"Jin'er, Third Aunt has already accepted your favor and can't take any more of your things." Third Aunt said she didn't want to take anything.

"Third Auntie, just take it. It's hard work to open up the land. You and the children are tired today. These are leftovers from lunch. You don't have to cook them when you take them home. Eat them and rest early so that you will have the strength to dig the land tomorrow."

Grandma San couldn't refuse, so she thanked him profusely and went back with the things.

Busy days always pass quickly, and it was Shangguan Rui's follow-up visit day. After arranging all the matters at home, Lin Xijin took the carriage that the restaurant sent to the town.

After taking Shangguan Rui's pulse, it was confirmed that his condition was getting better day by day, and his coughing was not as frequent. Lin Xijin adjusted the prescription again and left another can of Chuanbei Snow Pear Paste.

Seeing that the shopkeeper was also there, he took out a small jar of wine from his backpack and said to the two of them in a mysterious tone: "I brought a small jar of wine here. Take some time to taste it and see how it tastes!"

After saying this, he didn't wait for the two to respond, waved his hand, and left without looking back, leaving Shangguan Rui and the shopkeeper staring at each other.

Poverty is heartbreaking, but sometimes poverty is the original sin. It causes people to destroy their nature, trample on their dignity, and thus give rise to all kinds of ugliness in the world.

Because Sanpo's family was left behind to reclaim the wasteland, and because a few steamed buns were given to them, several elderly people and children in the village gathered in the wasteland in the past few days, asking the clan leader to dig the land.

Some children, instigated by adults, intentionally or unintentionally ran to Lin Xijin's house, hoping to get some food.

Lin Xijin was so impatient that she had to ask the clan leader to spread the word that if any family had adults doing odd jobs or clearing land, and the elderly and children came here to make trouble, the whole family would be fired. Only then did the farce subside.

Lin Xijin thought that nothing would happen today, but just as she entered the gate and hadn't gotten out of the car yet, she heard Uncle Mu Xiong's voice: "Go away. You can't do these jobs, we don't want you here."

"Lin Muxiong, this is your home! Why are you chasing me away!" Lin Xijin jumped off the carriage and saw a man in his twenties pushing Uncle Muxiong. This was none other than Lin Musheng, the second uncle of her original body.

This second uncle is the biological son of my step-grandmother. He was spoiled by Jiang Shi when he was young. He is idle and lazy. It is obvious that he must have heard that the food here is good and the wages are high, so he is going to come here to eat and drink for free.

"Stop it! With the power I gave him, he has the right to let you go!" Lin Xijin spoke in a loud voice, not giving any face to his second uncle at all.

"Jin girl, you're back. Don't listen to his nonsense, I can do all these jobs!" Second Uncle quickly explained.

"If you have the strength to make money, you can go and open up new land. We don't want you here."

Lin Xijin didn't want to leave any hidden dangers at the construction site, but she was still willing to give her second uncle a chance. If he was willing to endure a little hardship, it wouldn't be a bad idea to let him open up wasteland and earn some money.

"You stinky girl, you vicious ghost! The wasteland is so difficult to dig, and you don't even provide food, and you actually asked me to dig the land. I'm your second uncle!" Lin Musheng originally came here to eat and drink for free, so he was not willing to accept her concession.

"Xihui, Xinfeng, bring sticks and kick him out!" Hearing Lin Musheng's insults, Lin Xijin became furious.

Xihui and Xinfeng were glaring at each other, and when they heard their sister's order, they immediately picked up the "golden hoop stick" that they usually played with and placed at the door, and swept it majestically towards Lin Musheng. Lin Musheng was so scared that he ran away.

The morning sun is like a colorful painting, softly and brightly falling on the earth. It penetrates the thin clouds, gently touches everything, and brings vitality and vigor to the world.

After returning from the valley with the cheerful children, Shangguan Rui and the shopkeeper arrived with the carriage that was delivering the food before they had time to have breakfast.

Lin Xijin was amused. It seemed that these two people were also impatient people. The bait was just laid yesterday, but they took the bait so quickly and ran over here so early in the morning.

He pretended not to know the purpose of their visit and invited them to have breakfast.

The breakfast is simple, boiled eggs, millet porridge, multi-grain steamed buns, scallion pancakes, and a few homemade side dishes, but with the blessing of spiritual spring water, it is delicious and healthy.

"Delicious!" Shangguan Rui and the shopkeeper were so satisfied with the meal that they ate until they were full without realizing it.

After breakfast, Shangguan Rui finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Miss Lin, was the wine you gave me yesterday yours? Do you have any more?"

"I brewed it myself, and now I only have a few cans."

"Can you still make it? Tell me how much per can, and I'll take it all."

"Not yet. We can only start brewing in large quantities after my family builds the winery and prepares all kinds of utensils."

Shangguan Rui heard Lin Xijin say this and said to her sincerely, "Miss Lin, I'm not afraid to tell you that I was in poor health before, and I thought I didn't have many days left to live, so I stayed away from the world. Now I have the chance to meet you, and my health is getting better, and it's time to fight for something. Don't worry, no matter how much wine you brew, I can eat it all at the price you ask."

Lin Xijin didn't say how much a can cost, but smiled and said, "That's great, but these few cans are brewed using a crude method, and the cost is very high. As for how the wine will taste like when it's brewed in large quantities in the future, and how much it will cost per can, we can only decide after it's brewed. I will definitely give priority to cooperating with restaurants."

Shangguan Rui and the shopkeeper were reassured and very happy.

Lin Xijin asked the two about the customization of winemaking and wine storage equipment, and after getting exact information, she decided to go and take a look in person tomorrow.

Shangguan Rui and the shopkeeper also left contentedly with a few cans of wine.