New ink fragrance in old times

The new day was a familiar pattern, and Lin Mo was woken up from his sleep again.

Lin Mo opened his eyes with great effort, and the familiar yet unfamiliar world was still in front of him - simple houses, rough walls, everything was reminding him that everything just now was just an illusion in a dream, and the reality was that he traveled to ancient times and suffered every day.

Lin Mo struggled to get up, and pain surged all over his body, especially his arms and feet, which felt as if they were being pressed down by a thousand-pound stone and he couldn't move.

He tried to raise his arms, but only felt a tearing pain. What was even worse was his feet. The red blisters on the soles and ankles were particularly glaring.

Although Lin Mo was not born into a wealthy family, he had no worries about food and clothing. Since he was a child, he grew up under the care of his parents and rarely had the opportunity to experience the hardships of life.

I have never done much chores around the house. Most of the time I just help move things occasionally, and I have never really done any heavy physical labor.

Therefore, when fate's joke threw him into this strange ancient world and forced him to face this hard work, he felt unprecedented helplessness and confusion.

Facing the red blisters on his feet from wearing straw sandals for so long, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of grievance. He mustered up the courage to confide his suffering to Han, hoping to gain some mercy so that he could be relieved of his work.

However, Han's reaction was beyond his expectations. She picked up a sewing needle, gently heated it over the fire, and then without hesitation, pierced the blister on Lin Mo's foot.

At that moment, Lin Mo's pain seemed to be infinitely magnified. He almost cried out in pain, and Lin Mo's feet looked even more terrifying.

Lin Mo numbly lived a life of copy-paste with the Lin family, going to the cornfield in the early morning and returning home to rest in the middle of the night, repeating the same cycle over and over again. His three meals a day consisted of porridge and cornmeal pancakes, which filled his stomach, but Lin Mo didn't want to eat a single bite.

Days like this were like being played on repeat. For three or four days in a row, Lin Mo was in dire straits, suffering the blows of life every day. He was listless, exhausted both physically and mentally, as if he was walking on the edge of a mental breakdown.

The longing to go home and the search for news all disappeared without a trace with the day-to-day work.

Lin Mo prayed secretly: I hope that the daily work can be finished soon or the Lin family’s farm work can be completed quickly.

It would be even more perfect if it rained.

After these few days of hard work, Lin Mo felt that he was now incredibly strong.

Now, when faced with those little white worms that once made him feel disgusted, he can calmly pick up these little lives and put them into a small cage.

In the morning light of the sixth day when Lin Mo and the Lin family went to work in the fields, Lin Mo and the Lin family set out on the journey to the cornfield, but unexpectedly a hint of anticipation arose in their hearts.

This anticipation does not come from the upcoming work, but from a small but heartwarming change - today's meal has changed from monotonous porridge to noodle dumplings.

When the bowl of steaming noodles with a faint aroma of lard was brought in front of him, a hint of surprise flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.

The golden dough was dotted with a few grains of salt, simple yet tempting. He carefully picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece, blew it gently to cool it, and put it into his mouth.

At that moment, the taste buds seemed to have awakened dormant memories. The richness of the lard and the salty aroma intertwined together, forming an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

This was the most satisfying meal Lin Mo had had in the past few days, except for the bowl of fried eggs and handmade noodles he had when he first came here.

Lin Mo secretly speculated in his heart: Perhaps it was because the corn was about to be harvested, and the Lin family specially improved the food to celebrate the results of their labor at this stage.

This idea was like a ray of warm sunshine, shining into Lin Mo's slightly gloomy heart.

This time, the Lin family embarked on a completely different journey from usual. The direction they went was completely opposite to the cornfield before.

Along the way, a large, mysterious courtyard with a tightly closed gate caught Lin Mo's attention. The blue brick and tiled house was completely different from the houses he had seen in the past few days. But the crowd did not stop and continued on.

Although the terrain here is still mountainous, the road is flatter than before and is much easier to walk on.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they arrived at a new cornfield.

The corn stalks in the field are tall and strong, with emerald green leaves. The bean seedlings between each row of corn are already a little taller than an adult's knees, and more than an inch taller than the bean seedlings in the field where I went to pick corn before.

Lin Mo secretly speculated in his heart that perhaps it was because the land was more fertile, or because they were better cared for, that they grew so healthily.

He looked around, full of curiosity and anticipation about this new place of work.

As the Lin family members began to get busy, Lin Mo also joined in the work, but his mind involuntarily drifted far away.

He looked along the natural canal that ran along the mountain and saw the gurgling water, so clear that he could see the bottom, as if it could wash away all the dust and fatigue.

On both sides of the canal, on one side is a golden cornfield swaying in the wind, and on the other side are heavy rice ears hanging low, indicating that another bumper year is about to come.

Lin Mo stood there, looking at the rising sun in the sky. The golden sunlight spread across the earth, covering everything around with a layer of warm glow.

Lin Mo's eyes followed the gurgling water, and following the direction of the water flow, he found that the canal water flowed into a small river at the foot of the mountain.

And this river was the one where Lin Mo discovered that he had turned into a child.

Just then, a woman dressed in coarse cloth and carrying heavy corn stalks on her shoulders came slowly from the ridge of the field with a slightly staggering step.

Seeing the Lin family busy harvesting corn, she stopped, gently put down the burden on her shoulders, and swept her eyes over the Lin family. A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said, "Oh, harvesting corn."

When the Lin family heard the voice of the person coming, they paused involuntarily and turned around, but their faces were filled with subtle changes.

Some were surprised, some were wary, and most were inexplicably embarrassed. They exchanged glances, then chose silence, continuing to work with their heads down. The atmosphere couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

Lin Xueqian, the eldest son of the family, sighed softly upon seeing this and decided to break the silence. "Yes, Aunt Fang," he said with a touch of polite distance.

After saying that, he continued to break the corn with swift movements.

Lin Mo looked at the busy but slightly indifferent Lin family members around him, and couldn't help feeling confused.

Through observation over the past few days, Lin Mo discovered that the Lin family has good relationships with others and is very warm to everyone.

Whenever someone passes by, they always greet them warmly, and sometimes they will chat with the visitor in a friendly manner while working. It is rare to see the atmosphere so awkward.