New ink fragrance in old times

At this moment, Old Mrs. Lin keenly noticed Lin Mo's movements, and her wrinkled but extremely sharp eyes quickly locked onto Lin Mo's figure.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mrs. Lin reached out and opened Lin Mo's hand, which was about to reach for the jar. Her action carried an undeniable force, as if conveying a clear message.

"Sanlang, this is dinner for everyone. Your uncle and his friends haven't arrived with their carts yet, and they're hungry now. Once they've eaten, any leftovers will be shared with you." There was an unquestionable firmness in Mrs. Lin's eyes.

After saying that, Mrs. Lin turned around, picked up a clean basket from the side, and deftly turned it upside down on the mouth of the pot, covering the porridge tightly.

After a while, accompanied by the low creaking sound of the ox cart, Lin Xueqin, Lin Xuebao and Xing'er drove the ox cart over.

Seeing this, Mrs. Lin immediately walked quickly towards the porridge pot which was already somewhat empty.

She first checked the amount of remaining porridge, then skillfully picked up the bowl and spoon and scooped out the porridge from the pot.

"Big brother, third brother, you have worked hard pulling the cart. Eat more." Old Mrs. Lin said as she handed a full bowl of porridge to Lin Xueqin, Lin Xuebao and Xing'er.

The three of them hurriedly thanked Mrs. Lin and started eating.

After distributing the remaining porridge in the jar to several main laborers in turn, Mrs. Lin walked to Lin Mo, scooped out a full spoonful of porridge, and distributed it to Huaer, Lin Mo, Lin Sizhe, Lin Sinan and Lin Siheng.

Afterwards, Old Lady Lin placed the jar with not much porridge left next to Lin Xueqin and the other two, asking them to divide the remaining porridge in the jar later.

Lin Mo looked down at the small bowl in his hand. The porridge was shimmering. It looked like half a bowl, but with Lin Mo's quick scooping, the bottom was gone in just two or three spoonfuls. He gently put the spoon down and licked the lingering porridge aroma from the corner of his mouth, still wanting more.

After the meal, everyone took a short break and prepared to continue working. Old Mrs. Lin said to everyone, "If you feel hungry later, remember to eat some pancakes."

Then, Old Lady Lin's gaze fell on Lin Sinan and Lin Siheng. She walked up to them and earnestly instructed them, "Wulang, Liulang, you two are responsible for guarding the food this afternoon, especially this pot of porridge. If anyone comes to drink it secretly, remember to call grandma loudly, okay?" The two little ones nodded seriously.

The scorching sun was like fire, mercilessly burning the earth, and even the air was filled with a burning smell.

Lin Mo stood at the edge of the cornfield, his face flushed from the sun. Sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping into the dirt beneath his feet, evaporating instantly. He squinted his eyes, gazing at the sparse shade of trees in the distance. His heart was filled with a longing for coolness, as if even his breathing had become labored.

"The sun is too strong. It was even worse during my military training. My skin was almost cracked by the sun." Lin Mo said as he wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, his eyes full of avoidance of the work in front of him.

Lin Mo's mind suddenly became active.

Lin Mo asked Lin Sizhe beside him, "Silang, are you hot?"

"Third brother, I'm so hot, I want to go home." Lin Sizhe said sullenly.

Lin Mo's eyes rolled, and a plan came to his mind. He gently tugged at the corner of Lin Sizhe's clothes and whispered, "Silang, let's go tell grandma that the pigs haven't been fed yet. Let's go feed the pigs so that we can go home."

After saying that, the two of them walked towards where Old Lady Lin was.

"Grandma, the pigs at home are still hungry. I want to go back and feed them." Lin Sizhe said first, with anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Lin turned to Xing'er, who was busy breaking corn beside her, and said, "Xing'er, take Sanlang and Silang back to ask about the livestock at home. And make some mung bean soup to help everyone cool down."

Hearing what Old Lady Lin said, Lin Mo raised the corner of his mouth, but was completely broken by Xing'er's next words.

"Grandma, I just went back and fed her. I already cooked the mung bean soup." She pointed to the pot under the big tree not far away and said, "It's right there."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Lin praised, "Xing'er, you are so thoughtful and capable. Having you at home saves me a lot of worry."

Xing'er smiled happily when she heard Mrs. Lin's praise.

The corners of Lin Mo's mouth, which had just been raised, froze instantly. He didn't expect that Xing'er had already done all this in advance. His little plan was completely shattered.

"In that case, the two of you will carry the baskets and transport the corn." Old Mrs. Lin quickly assigned tasks to Lin Mo and Lin Sizhe.

Lin Mo sighed. His cleverness hadn't illuminated a shortcut to laziness; instead, it had made him experience firsthand the pain of "shooting himself in the foot." His original plan to slack off hadn't freed him from the toil; instead, his cleverness had backfired.

However, reality did not allow him to dwell on his sorrow for too long. Mrs. Lin's words lashed his nerves like a whip, reminding him that he had to face reality.

Lin Mo could only suppress the resentment and fatigue in his heart, grit his teeth, and barely support his heavy body to complete the tasks that he had originally tried every means to avoid.

Lin Mo was working in the field, his movements slow and weak, obviously slacking off.

His thoughts had long since drifted far away, as he kept calculating in his mind: "Farmers in ancient times probably didn't cultivate much land. Judging from the Lin family's attitude, they're busy all day long, but there has to be an end, right? At this rate, they should be able to finish all this work in a day or two. By then, I can completely relax and have a good rest."

Lin Mo's thoughts were like a mirage in the desert, beautiful but out of reach.

The last ray of sunset in the sky is as brilliant as molten gold, but it also foreshadows the coming of night.

In the fields, ears of corn rustle gently in the wind, as if telling the story of a day's hard work and harvest. The outline of the distant mountains becomes soft and hazy in the setting sun, like an elegant ink painting.

As the afterglow of the setting sun was gradually swallowed up by the night and the sky was illuminated by a bright moon, the Lin family finally ended their hard work for the day.

Moonlight poured down the winding mountain road like water. The chirping of insects in the forest, interwoven with the occasional barking of dogs in the distance, formed a symphony of a rural evening.

Lin Mo followed in the footsteps of his family, stepping on the shadows under the moonlight, slowly moving towards home.

Lin Mo staggered into the house, dragging his legs that felt like they were filled with lead. Every step he took felt like he was walking on the edge of the clouds and hell. It felt like millions of ants were gnawing at his bones, and they were about to fall apart.

His eyelids felt heavy as a thousand pounds, and his consciousness was blurred as if swallowed by the night. Only the word "sleep" flashed wildly in his mind.

Lin Mo climbed onto the bed using his hands and feet. He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and instantly fell into endless darkness.

In the dream, Lin Mo completed the group project, received high marks at the end of the semester, and went to Sanya by himself during the winter vacation...