New ink fragrance in old times

'It seems I need to be more careful in my daily life.'

There was a bit of determination in Lin Mo's eyes. While picking up the vegetables in the bowl, he silently warned himself in his heart.

Every day that followed was like walking on an endless thorny road for Lin Mo, and every step was full of challenges and hardships.

After finally finishing the Thousand Character Classic, I immediately started reciting the Rhymes of the Old Man in the Li River and the Poems of a Child Prodigy...

Lin Mo felt like a spinning top that never stopped spinning, being whipped by the whip of learning.

With endless work to do and books to memorize, Lin Mo often feels physically and mentally exhausted.

He looked up at the sky, rubbed his aching wrist, and couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"This isn't a learning day, it's like a tribulation! It's beyond the syllabus, seriously beyond the syllabus! If I were in modern times, at my age, I'd still be in kindergarten, playing in the mud!"

However, what made Lin Mo feel even more stressed was that he had two Wolf Slayers, Tang Qing and Lin Sizhe, by his side.

They seemed tireless, and seeing that Lin Mo was carrying the scriptures quickly, they tried their best to carry them, fearing that they would fall too far behind. And seeing that the two of them were also carrying the scriptures quickly, Lin Mo just kept up with them.

A wonderful competitive relationship was formed between the three of them, and they were surprisingly in step.

Lin Mo often muttered in his heart: "Are they really children?"

Looking at Tang Qing and Lin Sizhe's unyielding spirit, he felt both admiration and a little fear.

(Lin Mo had no idea that he was shooting himself in the foot.)

Not only that, Tang Shan, Lin Sinan and Lin Siheng are also not inferior.

They can now recite "The Rules of Disciples", and Tangshan has even started to recite "Hundred Family Names".

Seeing that the children had good learning abilities, Lin Xuebao often lamented that the children had good memories and asked them to memorize more every day.

He completely ignored the fact that they were still babies and just hoped that they could grow up as soon as possible.

Lin Xuebao: "Today I will teach you to continue reciting Lisheng Duiyun."

When Tang Qing heard Lin Xuebao's words, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

He responded excitedly, "Okay, uncle!"

Lin Mo sighed deeply, and here it comes again.

"The third child."

Lin Wenhong's voice was steady as he slowly approached the group. Although his steps were not hurried, he possessed a power that could not be ignored.

"Let them continue to recite the Thousand Character Classic today."

Lin Xuebo was slightly stunned when he heard this, then turned to look at Lin Wenhong, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes: "Dad, they had already recited it two days ago."

Lin Xuebao tried to persuade Lin Wenhong to let the children memorize more new articles.

At this time, Zhao Yue'e walked behind Lin Xuebo and gently tapped his head, saying with a hint of anger: "Idiot."

Lin Xuebo touched the place where he was hit, looked at Zhao Yue'e with some confusion, and asked, "Mom, why did you hit me?"

Zhao Yue'e smiled and shook her head: "You are such a blockhead. It's only been a few days, are you asking them to memorize everything? How old are they?"

Lin Wenhong: "Your mother is right. The children are still young. They need to study step by step and not rush for success."

Lin Xuebo smiled innocently and said, "Dad, Mom, don't I just want Sanlang and the others to learn more?"

Lin Wenhong looked at his son, his eyes full of love and teaching: "Studying is like farming. You need to cultivate carefully to reap a good harvest. You can't become fat in one bite, and you can't reach the sky in one step."

After hearing his father's words, Lin Xuebao pondered for a moment, then nodded with a firm look in his eyes: "Dad and Mom, I was too impatient. Let them continue to consolidate the Thousand Character Classic today and lay a solid foundation."

Tang Qing, who was standing by, had a pair of bright eyes that flashed with determination. After hearing the adults' conversation, he mustered up the courage and said to Lin Wenhong and Zhao Yue'e, "Grandpa, Grandma, we are not tired and can still learn."

Although his voice was childish, it revealed a tenacity and desire beyond his age.

Lin Sizhe also echoed: "Me too, I want to learn more and become smarter."

Zhao Yue'e gently stroked Tang Qing's head, her eyes full of love:

"You are all good children, but studying requires a solid foundation. It's like building a house; if the foundation isn't solid, the house can't stand. Today, review and consolidate what you've learned so that you can better learn new things."

Tang Qing nodded seriously, his eyes flashing with understanding and determination: "I understand, grandma."

Yes, yes

Lin Mo roared with excitement in his heart, but pretended to be educated on the surface. He followed the two test-taker beside him to one side of the yard to review the previous articles, entering the mode of you test me, I test you.

We ordinary people are really happy today.

Lin Mo was so excited that he ate one more bowl of breakfast than usual. In the end, after he finished eating and drinking the Chinese medicine, he was undoubtedly full.

Lin Mo felt the medicine going down his throat and felt very uncomfortable.

Lin Mo held onto the courtyard wall and paced slowly, trying to ease the discomfort.

Seeing this, Shen Xin brought a bowl of water with concern and whispered softly, "Sanlang, here, drink this and you will feel better."

A warm feeling welled up in Lin Mo's heart, but when he thought about the feeling of his stomach almost bursting, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Auntie, I really can't drink anymore, I'm so full."

Shen Xin smiled kindly and insisted, "Be obedient, Sanlang. Drink this. I guarantee you'll feel better immediately."

Lin Mo took the bowl reluctantly, muttering to himself: "A short pain is worse than a long one. Just think of it as giving myself a buff."

Lin Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then drank it in one gulp. He thought it would be bitter, but it turned out to be sour and sweet, and surprisingly delicious.

"Wow, auntie, this water tastes so good. What is it made of?" Lin Mo asked in surprise.

Lin Mo: "Thank you, auntie."

Shen Xin took the bowl and said with a smile, "Sanlang, our family is planning to make dumplings today. Please ask Silang and the others to help later."

Lin Mo: "Okay, auntie!"

Lin Mo rubbed his stomach gently, and the sudden discomfort seemed to be blown away by a gentle breeze, gradually dissipating in every corner of his body.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and he thought to himself:

"I don't know what that thing I just drank was, but it actually had such a miraculous effect. Not only did it quickly relieve my abdominal pain, but it also made me feel more comfortable than ever before. If it were sold in modern times, with proper packaging and promotion, it would definitely fetch a high price and become a rising star in the health drink industry."

After adjusting his breathing, Lin Mo took a deep breath. The fresh air seemed to have a hint of sweetness. He decided to continue moving his body to consolidate this feeling of comfort.

Lin Mo walked slowly along the courtyard wall again. Every step seemed particularly relaxed and comfortable, as if even the stone pavement under his feet was singing for his sudden health.

After two laps, Lin Mo had completely recovered his spirits. Not only did the abdominal pain completely disappear, but his whole body became energetic, as if the previous fatigue and discomfort had never existed.

He stopped and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, secretly sighing in his heart: "The effect is really good. These ancient herbal medicines or folk remedies sometimes really have their own unique features. They are worthy of our ancestors."

Afterwards, Lin Mo walked towards the backyard with a smile on his face and brisk steps, humming a little tune from time to time.

"Cousin, Shiro."

Lin Mo shouted from a distance to Lin Sizhe and Tang Qing who were teaching their younger brothers to recite, his voice filled with joy and anticipation.

Tang Qing heard Lin Mo's call, raised his head, and a curious look appeared on his face: "Sanlang, what's wrong?"

Lin Mo walked over to the two of them and smiled mysteriously: "My aunt said that our family is planning to make dumplings, and she asked me to call you to help in the kitchen."

Lin Sizhe's eyes lit up instantly, as if stars were lit up: "Really? That's great! We can eat buns and make them ourselves, it's great!"

Tang Qing also said excitedly: "I haven't made buns yet."

Lin Sizhe immediately urged: "Hurry up and go."

The three big ones were followed by the three small ones, and the group hurried into the kitchen.

"Mom, where are the buns?"

Lin Sizhe shouted excitedly as he entered the door. His eyes searched everywhere for traces of buns, and his little hands unconsciously reached out for the dough next to him.