New ink fragrance in old times

Zhao Yue'e rubbed her waist, which was sore from working for a long time, and looked up at Tang Qing who was sitting beside her. Her tone was filled with love and fatigue:

"Tang Qing, go get your grandpa and the others to help. Grandma's waist is really weak. The next hard work will depend on your grandpa and the others."

Hearing this, Tang Qing immediately stood up: "Okay, grandma, I'll go right away!"

After saying that, he ran out of the yard like a gust of wind and ran towards his grandfather and two uncles who were busy building a new house not far away.

Lin Wenhong, Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao are working on the construction of a new house. Sweat slides down their cheeks and drips onto the moist soil. Every drop seems to tell of their hard work and dedication.

Hearing Tang Qing's hurried footsteps and calls, the three of them smiled at each other. They silently packed up the tools in their hands, dusted off their bodies, and walked towards the backyard together.

Arriving at the backyard, the three of them first washed their hands carefully, and then worked together to move the tools for making vermicelli to the well one by one.

Lin Wenhong skillfully picked up a special scraper and said to Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebo, "Let's get started. We have to hurry."

The three of them began to process the washed sweet potatoes. They used special tools to mash the sweet potatoes into a paste, their movements both powerful and delicate.

Lin Sizhe also gathered around curiously, his eyes wide open, watching the three people's operations without blinking. From time to time, he reached out to touch the sweet potato mash, but was afraid of being blamed, so he could only watch.

Zhao Yue'e rested for a while and felt the pain in her waist eased a little, so she took out a new basket of sweet potatoes and began to wash them carefully. Her movements were slower than before, but she washed every sweet potato cleanly.

Tang Qing and Lin Mo helped on the side, their little hands moving between the sweet potatoes, washing each one until it was crystal clear.

While washing the sweet potatoes, Lin Mo estimated the number of sweet potatoes with his childish eyes, and thought to himself: These sweet potatoes look like they weigh at least 100 to 200 kilograms. I wonder how many kilograms of vermicelli can be made from them.

I don’t know whether the vermicelli made by the ancients was delicious. I need to learn more skills so that I can surprise Lao Lin if I return to the modern era.

Lin Mo's heart was filled with yearning for traditional skills. He seemed to have transformed into a ruthless machine, concentrating on washing all the sweet potatoes with concentration and efficiency.

Just as Lin Mo was immersed in his own little world, a crisp voice broke the silence: "Mom, we are here to help."

It turned out that Shen Xin brought Xing'er and Hua'er to the backyard. They each held a wooden basin in their hands, ready to join the team washing sweet potatoes.

Zhao Yue'e looked up and saw her daughter-in-law and granddaughters coming. A relieved smile appeared on her face: "Eldest daughter-in-law, you are here. How is the kitchen?"

As Shen Xin put the wooden basin down, he replied, "Mom, my second brother and sister-in-law are watching over the kitchen. Don't worry, with her here, the kitchen will be fine."

Zhao Yue'e nodded after hearing this, and her worries were slightly relieved: "That's good."

Shen Xin looked at her mother-in-law's satisfied smile and reported the situation of the other family members to her: "My third sister-in-law went to see He'er, and my eldest sister went to see Linlin. They said they would come to help soon."

Zhao Yue'e nodded and said to Hua'er beside her, "Hua'er, go help your Second Aunt, and help look after He'er and Linlin at the same time."

Upon hearing this, Huaer put down the sweet potato in her hand and said to Zhao Yue'e with a smile, "Okay, grandma. I'll go right away." After that, she turned and left the backyard, trotting all the way to the kitchen.

After a while, Lu Yue and Lin Xiya came to the backyard.

"Mom, we're here to help."

As Lu Yue spoke, she sat down beside the basin and began to wash the sweet potatoes. Her movements were skillful and powerful.

Lin Xiya followed closely behind. While washing sweet potatoes, she chatted with Zhao Yue'e about family matters: "Mom, the vermicelli you make is the best. It's so chewy."

There was a hint of coquettishness and expectation in her tone, as if she was a little girl who would never grow up.

Shen Xin: "Yes, Mom, Dalang and the others love it. You have to make more this year."

Zhao Yue'e: "Okay."

When Lin Xiya saw Zhao Yue'e nod, she couldn't stop smiling and her hands moved faster.

The busy figures of the crowd were moving around in the backyard, carefully washing basket after basket of sweet potatoes.

Zhao Yue'e stood aside, her eyes sweeping gently over everyone: "Take a break, everyone has worked hard."

Zhao Yue'e finally spoke, breaking the busy and peaceful moment. "Let's continue after lunch. Don't tire yourself out."

Shen Xin looked up at Zhao Yue'e: "Okay, Mom. You're tired too, let's rest together."

As she spoke, she put down the sweet potato in her hand, gently patted the dirt off her hands, turned and walked to the basin, and began to wash her hands.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, some wiped their sweat, some pounded their waists, but all had smiles of satisfaction and joy on their faces.

They all walked to the basin, washed their hands, and then went to the front yard together, sat at the stone table, and enjoyed this rare leisure time.

At lunch time, the table was filled with sumptuous food, which looked particularly tempting.

The yellow buns are particularly special because the white flour is mixed with cornmeal, and cornmeal is the main component. They are steaming hot and exude an enticing aroma.

The corn porridge is golden and attractive, melts in your mouth, and its soft texture leaves you with an endless aftertaste.

The cold pickled vegetables were crisp and refreshing, adding a touch of freshness and appetizing to the meal. The perfectly pickled garlic was so appetizing that one couldn't help but want to take a bite.

Zhao Yue'e stood beside the table and greeted everyone with a smile: "You all have worked hard today. Eat more and replenish your bodies." As she spoke, she picked up the chopsticks and picked up a few buns for each person.

Lin Sizhe was now excitedly pointing at the buns in the basket: "Look, that's the calf I made!"

Seeing this, Shen Xin smiled and picked up the calf-shaped bun and handed it to Lin Sizhe: "You made it yourself, so you can eat it yourself. Try it and see how it tastes."

Lin Sizhe happily took the calf-shaped bun that he had made himself, and started to bite into it impatiently, regardless of the fact that it was still steaming.

His little face flushed slightly with excitement and anticipation, and his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

"Is it delicious?" Zhao Yue'e asked with concern.

"It's salty and delicious! Grandma, try what I made!" Lin Sizhe answered vaguely while chewing on a steamed bun, and handed the bun in his hand to Zhao Yue'e.

Zhao Yue'e smiled and shook her head, saying gently: "Grandma doesn't want to eat it, you eat it. This is what you made yourself, and grandma will be very happy to see you eat it."

At this time, Lin Mo came over curiously, pointed at the steamed bun in Lin Sizhe's hand, and asked in a low voice: "Silang, your calf has no stuffing, why is it salty?"

It can't be sweat.

Lin Mo felt a chill.

Lin Sizhe was stunned when he heard this, stopped chewing the bun, tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied: "Yes, why is it salty?" There was a hint of puzzlement and confusion in his voice.

Shen Xin watched this scene from the side and couldn't help laughing. He explained, "I was afraid you wouldn't like it, so I sprinkled some salt on it."

Her eyes were full of doting and helplessness, and she was already accustomed to her son's habits.

Lin Sizhe argued cunningly: "I eat it."

His tone was full of determination and confidence, as if he was trying to prove to everyone that he was not what his mother said he was.

Shen Xin couldn't help but laugh and teased, "You only eat the filling and not the skin when you eat buns. How could I not know that?"

Lin Sizhe scratched his head embarrassedly: "Mom, how could I eat only the filling and not the skin."

Shen Xin smiled and shook his head, then tore off a piece of unfilled bun wrapper from the bun in his hand and handed it to Lin Sizhe, his eyes full of doting: "Here, try it and show me."

Lin Sizhe looked up at Shen Xin, his little face full of confusion and disgust. He frowned, his little hands still tightly grasping the "calf" in his hand: "Mom, I haven't finished eating my calf yet."

There was a hint of coquettishness and willfulness in his tone, and his little face was slightly puffed up with dissatisfaction, making him look particularly adorable.

Lin Sizhe felt a little resistant, but thinking of what he had just said, he gritted his teeth and ate the bun skin that Shen Xin handed over in one bite.

He chewed hard, his little face distorted by the effort of swallowing, but he finally managed to swallow it successfully.

This scene made everyone around couldn't help but laugh.