New ink fragrance in old times

After walking out of the clinic, Lin Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in his heart fell to the ground temporarily.

Lin Xuejin patted Lin Mo's shoulder and said with a smile: "Sanlang, everything will be fine."

Lin Mo nodded.

Fortunately, Mr. Song did not find anything unusual, at least on the surface.

But Lin Mo knew that this was only a temporary calm, and the real storm might be yet to come.

In the Lin family, some people have already begun to doubt themselves.

On the way back, the donkey cart moved slowly along the country road. The sound of the wheels rolling over the stones and the occasional bird calls intertwined, making it seem particularly peaceful.

Lin Mo sat on the donkey cart, his eyes sweeping over the piles of large and small bags, and his confusion grew even more intense.

Lin Mo gently squeezed the package beside him, and the soft touch told him that it was definitely filled with cotton.

In ancient times, cotton was a valuable commodity, and ordinary farmers could not get so much of it.

Lin Mo frowned slightly. Are these cottons and fabrics going to be used to make new clothes?

But when did the Lin family become so wealthy?

Could it be that he got rich?

Lin Mo muttered to himself that in ancient times cloth was not only a necessity of life, but could also be used as currency. If the people in the village saw so many of them, it would surely make many people jealous.

This is very different from the Lin family's usual simple and low-key style. Could it be that they are no longer pretending and are planning to show their cards?

I never thought that one day I, Lin Mo, would be able to experience the treatment that rich young masters in ancient times received.

Hey hey hey.

"Sanlang, what are you laughing at?"

Lin Xuejin's voice interrupted Lin Mo's thoughts. He reached out and touched Lin Mo's forehead, his eyes full of concern.

"My forehead isn't hot."

Lin Mo shook his head slightly, a forced smile on his lips: "Dad, it's nothing."

Lin Xuejin glanced at Lin Mo, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

Lin Mo felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit dull, completely different from the laughter and joy of previous trips.

Xing'er and Hua'er lowered their heads, occasionally exchanging glances, but both remained silent tacitly.

Even Shiro, who is usually lively and talkative, is unusually quiet.

Lin Mo was even more curious. What secrets were hidden behind all this?

When I get home, I must find an opportunity to ask Shiro in private. Maybe I can get some clues from him.

Han Suniang and Lu Yue were busy in the yard, sifting grains. The fine sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, adding a bit of warmth to this ordinary moment.

When she saw everyone returning one after another, Han Suniang stopped what she was doing and a gentle smile appeared on her face: "Dad, Mom, you're back."

Zhao Yue'e nodded slightly, her eyes showing a hint of fatigue, but also mixed with the peace of mind of returning home.

Seeing this, Lu Yue immediately stepped forward and said considerately, "Dad, Mom, you've worked hard on the journey. Go and take a rest first. Lunch will be ready soon."

"Ah."

Lin Wenhong responded and walked into the house with Zhao Yue'e. It was obvious that they both had something on their minds and didn't want to say more at this moment.

Lin Xuebao walked to Lu Yue and said: Wife, do you miss me?

Lin Xuebo walked up to Lu Yue and said jokingly, "Wife, did you miss me?"

Lu Yue glared at Lin Xuebo and said, "Shut up and stop talking nonsense."

Turned around and went to the kitchen.

Lin Xuebo asked in confusion, "What's wrong with her? Why is she so angry?"

Han Suniang walked to Lin Mo's side and asked with concern, "Sanlang, have you adapted to Zhaozhuang during this period?"

His tone was full of worry about Lin Mo's trip.

Lin Mo scratched his head. How should I answer this? It was so disjointed. If you hadn't asked, I would have thought I was dreaming and had no memory of it at all. I even suspected that I had never left the Lin family at all and that everything was my imagination.

Lin Mo replied vaguely: "Not bad...right?"

Lin Xuebo came to Han Suniang's side and said, "Second sister-in-law, let me tell you, Sanlang has been really..."

But he was interrupted by Lin Xuejin: "Third brother."

Lin Xuebao curled his lips helplessly, but finally shut up tactfully. He waved his hand and walked into the house with an expression of "Forget it, you guys talk."

Lin Xuejin turned to Han Suniang, his expression somewhat solemn: "Suniang, you have worked hard recently. Go and rest first. I will tell you later."

Han Suniang: "Okay."

Lin Xuejin turned to Lin Mo and said, "Sanlang, ask Silang to help in the kitchen."

Lin Mo agreed: "Okay, Dad."

It's incomprehensible what these people are talking about.

He turned to Lin Sizhe and said, "Silang, let's go."

Lin Sizhe blinked his big eyes and followed Lin Mo obediently. The two walked towards the kitchen hand in hand.

Lin Mo had just stepped over the threshold when he heard Lu Yue asking Shen Xin: "Sister-in-law, are you going to..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sudden cough from Shen Xin.

Lu Yue looked up and saw that it was Lin Mo and Lin Sizhe who came, so she stopped asking questions.

Shen Xin raised a smile and quickly changed the subject: "Sanlang, Silang, why are you two kids in the kitchen? Are you hungry?"

Lin Mo shook his head gently, his tone calm: "I'm not hungry."

Lin Sizhe blinked his big eyes and answered in a baby voice, "Mom, it was my second uncle who asked my third brother and I to come and help."

When Shen Xin heard this, he immediately understood that his second brother was deliberately sending the two little guys away so that he could have some private conversation with his sister-in-law.

So, she gently probed, "Are you two sleepy? Why don't you go back to your room and get some sleep?"

Lin Sizhe immediately shook his head, his eyes firm: "Mom, I'm not sleepy."

Lin Mo also echoed: "Aunt, I'm not sleepy either."

Lu Yue on the side waved her hand: "Go away, we don't need your help in the kitchen, go play."

When Lin Sizhe heard this, he immediately cheered and was about to leave.

Lin Mo complained in his mind: It's obvious that he wants to get us away and talk in private, but his intention shouldn't be too obvious.

Suddenly, Lin Mo remembered his unfinished business, and he hadn't gotten anything out of Silang yet.

He suddenly had an idea and said to Lin Sizhe, "Come on, Silang, let's go play in the backyard."

"Okay."

Lin Sizhe readily agreed, and the two walked towards the backyard one after the other.

In the backyard, the open space was filled with mud bricks, which were obviously several times more than before.

Lin Mo's heart trembled, and he confirmed that he had indeed been to Zhaozhuang, otherwise there wouldn't be so many mud pieces in the backyard.

He turned to look at Lin Sizhe, who was squatting on the ground playing with mud, and wondered how to ask.

If I ask directly, I am afraid it will seem too deliberate, after all, Shilang is only four years old and can't keep his mouth shut; if I don't ask, I will feel unwilling.

Just as Lin Mo was hesitating, Lin Sizhe looked up at him and asked innocently, "Third brother, why are you staring at me?"

Chapter 125 I must be too smart