New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Mo was very upset: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have gossiped."

Lin Mo felt that he could not hold on any longer. No matter what, the worst that could happen was that he would be discovered. As soon as Lin Mo stood up with the help of the wall, he found Dalang and Erlang there too.

Lin Mo's heart instantly rose to his throat: "I want to die now. Why are the Lin family members so gossipy?"

Lin Sixuan walked to Tang Qing's side and patted his shoulder: "Cousin, why are you here? Are you not used to going to bed too early today?"

There was a hint of concern in his tone.

Tang Qing shook his head and said nothing.

Lin Siyuan also walked to the other side of Tang Qing and whispered, "Cousin, it's too cold outside. Let's go and warm ourselves by the fire."

As he spoke, he pulled Tang Qing towards the kitchen.

Lin Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing in his heart: "Thank you, big brother and second brother! This time it was really a close call."

He took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the yard and quietly slipped back into the house.

Lin Mo felt someone gently shaking his shoulders in a daze. He opened his eyes with difficulty and was greeted by Han Suniang's gentle smile. That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, dispelling the coldness and sleepiness around him.

Lin Siyuan's voice came from behind Han Suniang: "Sanlang, it's time to get up. There are still many things to do today."

Lin Mo rubbed his eyes. The warmth in the quilt seemed to have magic, wrapping around him tightly and making him reluctant to leave this comfortable little world.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy, let me sleep a little longer."

Han Suniang patted his head gently, her smile filled with a hint of pampering and helplessness: "You kid, breakfast is ready, hurry up and eat, it's cold, it gets cold quickly."

At this time, Lin Siyuan had already sat down beside Lin Mo's bed, his tone was filled with a bit of blame and concern:

"Sanlang, hurry up and get up. I've been calling you, but you didn't wake up. Mother even came to call you herself. How can you do this?"

Lin Mo struggled to stand up and sat on the edge of the bed. Although his body was awake, his spirit was still a little weak.

He touched his stomach and felt that he was not very hungry. Perhaps he had eaten too much last night and had not exercised much, so he was not hungry now.

But when he thought about his mother coming to wake him up, Lin Mo felt guilty and forced himself to get up.

After getting dressed, Lin Mo yawned and walked into the kitchen.

The table was filled with steaming hot food, the aroma of which made people want to feast on it.

However, when Lin Mo picked up the chopsticks and symbolically put a few bites of food into his mouth, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

Han Suniang sat aside, carefully observing her son's every move. When she saw Lin Mo put down his chopsticks, she couldn't help but feel worried. She asked gently, "Sanlang, why don't you eat anymore? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Mo shook his head: "No, Mom, maybe I ate too much last night, so I'm not hungry now."

Han Suniang frowned slightly, a worry rising in her heart, but she did not show it. She just nodded slightly and stopped asking questions.

"Mom, I'll leave you a bowl of it warm in the pot later. Eat it when you're hungry."

Lin Mo: "Thank you, mother."

Lin Mo continued to repeat his daily tasks, handing tools to his uncle Lin Xuebao while trying hard to recite the task.

The sunlight dappled onto Lin Xuebao's body, adding a sense of sacredness to his focused expression.

Lin Xuebao was concentrating on chiseling a piece of wood. Every blow of the hammer was precise and powerful. Sawdust flew with every strike, and the air was filled with a faint wood fragrance.

Lin Xuebo looked up at Lin Mo and said, "Sanlang, I don't have anything for you here for the time being. Go and do your own thing."

Lin Mo put down the hammer in his hand, the warmth of the wood still lingering between his fingers. He smiled and replied, "Okay, uncle. Then I'll go sit in the front yard for a while and bask in the sun. Call me if you need anything."

With that, Lin Mo left the backyard.

Lin Mo sat in a corner of the yard, took out his weaving tools, and started weaving.

The sun shone through the clouds, and Lin Mo felt warm, making him feel sleepy.

Lin Mo yawned deeply and stretched, as if to dispel all the fatigue. He rubbed his eyes, looked up and looked around, and suddenly noticed Tang Qing sitting on a stone bench not far away.

Looking at Tang Qing's focused and calm appearance, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart.

He found that Tang Qing seemed to have completely recovered to normal, and the steady and sensible Tang Qing returned to his sight again.

The gloom and anxiety before seemed to be just an illusion, as if they had never existed in Tang Qing. In those days, Tang Qing was entangled in the matter of his aunt and uncle, just like his own imagination.

Lin Mo was somewhat skeptical about the authenticity of what he heard last night. Was I dreaming? I had never left the room. Was everything fake?

if it is real……

Lin Mo decided to upgrade Tang Qing from a vigilant figure on the same level as Silang to the same level as Dalang and Erlang, with the danger level tentatively determined.

"Mom, do you think this basket is okay? I hope it won't be too full when the time comes."

As Shen Xin spoke, he picked up a basket and carefully checked it inside and out, fearing that anything was missed.

Zhao Yue'e smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, this basket is very sturdy."

Xing'er and Hua'er heard the conversation and ran over excitedly, asking curiously, "Grandma, Mom, where are you going? We want to go too!"

Zhao Yue'e explained with a smile, "We've almost finished our rice wine. We need to dig up some more wild vegetables today and cook more when we get home. After a while, when the frost thickens, the wild vegetables will turn yellow and we won't be able to cook them then. So, we have to hurry and dig up more now."

When Xing'er and Hua'er heard this, they immediately became excited: "We want to go too!"

Zhao Yue'e smiled and patted her two granddaughters' heads. Her hands, though roughened by the years, said, "Okay, okay, I'll take you there. But you have to be obedient and don't run around."

Shen Xin was sorting the basket and sickle on the side. After hearing what Zhao Yue'e said, he added, "Xing'er, go get a backpack. There might be a lot of wild vegetables, and the basket might not be able to hold them all."

Xing'er immediately nodded: "Okay, Mom." Then she took Hua'er's hand and went to get the backpack together.

After a while, Xing'er and Hua'er came out with backpacks.

Shen Xin put on the backpack, and Zhao Yue'e picked up the sickle and checked whether the blade was sharp.

Zhao Yue'e instructed her third daughter-in-law, Lu Yue: "Old Third's family, we are out digging wild vegetables. You stay home and look after them."

Lu Yue nodded: "Don't worry, mother, I will take good care of it."

Zhao Yue'e, Shen Xin, Xing'er and Hua'er embarked on a journey to dig wild vegetables.

Lin Wenhong sat on the doorstep, enjoying his rare leisure time. He squinted his eyes, feeling the sunlight gently brushing against his face, as if it could dispel the fatigue of the past few days.

After a while, Lin Xuejin walked out of the house with a sharp sickle in his hand. He looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly. It was a good day to go into the mountains.

Seeing this, Lin Wenhong asked with a smile, "Second Brother, are you planning to go into the mountains?"

Lin Xuejin nodded and replied, "Yes, Dad."

Lin Wenhong smiled and stood up, dusting himself off. He said, "Second brother, the weather is nice today. I'll go into the mountains with you. We can both take care of each other, and I can still move my old bones."

When Lin Xuejin heard this, a smile appeared on his face and he said, "Okay, Dad, let's set off now."

At this moment, Tang Ming came over from the other end of the yard, heard the conversation between the father and son, and immediately joined in: "Dad, second brother, I'm going too."

Lin Wenhong looked at Tang Ming and said, "Okay, since you want to go too, let's go together. One more person means more strength."

After saying that, Lin Wenhong turned to look at Lin Xueqian, who was checking the children's homework in the yard, and asked, "Big Boss, are you going? The weather is so nice today, you should go out and exercise."

Lin Xueqian closed the book in his hand, thought for a moment, and replied, "Okay, Dad."

Then he said to Lin Sizhe and the others who were playing, "Silang, you guys should recite what I just taught you at home today. You are not allowed to play around. Understand?"