New ink fragrance in old times

As the team slowly moved forward, they did not go to the two cornfields that Lin Mo was familiar with, but turned to the back mountain of the Lin family.

The back mountain, this mysterious and fertile land, is rarely visited by people on weekdays, but in the eyes of the Lin family, it is full of infinite possibilities.

The winding mountain road is lined with lush trees, and the occasional bird song adds a touch of wildness. The sunlight filtering through the treetops casts dappled shadows, adding a touch of adventure to the journey.

Along the way were patches of corn and soybean fields, but the Lin family did not stop.

As the team went deeper, Lin Mo found that the front was gradually opening up, and a scene he had never seen before came into view - it turned out that the Lin family had hidden another fertile treasure land in the back mountain.

There are vast rice fields, and the rice in the fields is packed with heavy ears. Each grain is so full that it seems to be overflowing. The golden color shines brightly in the sun, like a golden ocean, swaying gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

Old Master Lin stood by the rice field, looked up at the sky, and seeing that the sun was not yet high in the sky, he said loudly: "Let's start harvesting rice while it's not too hot!" His voice was deep and powerful, with a certain unquestionable majesty.

Upon hearing this, everyone responded and quickly dispersed. Each of them found a position and immersed themselves in the golden rice waves.

The sickle gleams in the sunlight, and every swing is accompanied by the crisp sound of rice being cut. It is the rhythm of harvest and a hymn to labor.

Hua'er, Lin Mo and Lin Sizhe stood aside. Their job was to organize the harvested rice into bundles and then tie them carefully with ropes.

Hua'er's hands were dexterous and quick. While tying the rice, she did not forget to chat with Lin Mo and Lin Sizhe. Her crisp laughter added a bit of relaxation and joy to the tense working atmosphere.

"Sanlang, Silang, look how well the rice is growing. We will definitely have a good harvest this year!" Huaer said with a smile as she bundled the rice.

Lin Sizhe nodded: "Yes, then we can exchange it for money and sell meat to eat."

Lin Mo was helping silently from the side, and every movement he made seemed so serious and powerful.

As time went by, the backpacks and carts were gradually filled with bundles of rice, heavy as if carrying the Lin family's hopes and dreams for the year.

Old Man Lin, Old Lady Lin, Lin Xuejin, and Mrs. Shen took turns carrying, backing, or pushing the carts and baskets of rice to their homes.

The sun hung in the sky like a fireball, scorching the earth mercilessly, and even the air was filled with an indescribable sultry heat.

Old Master Lin looked up at the glaring sunlight, frowned slightly, and then announced loudly: "Everyone, the sun is too strong. Let's go home first and come back in the afternoon when it's cooler."

When we returned to the Lin family, a small mountain of rice had been piled up in the backyard. The golden rice ears shone with an attractive luster in the sun, and also foreshadowed the results of everyone's hard work over the past period of time.

Several people found a shady place to rest. Some scooped up well water and drank it in big gulps, while others wiped the sweat from their faces with their sleeves.

After a short rest, Grandpa Lin and Lin Xuejin carried the thresher to the backyard.

This old thresher looks a little mottled after years of wear and tear, but it still makes a powerful roar.

The two of them cooperated tacitly, stepped on the pedals hard, and the thresher started to run happily; Shen and Xing'er handed bundles of rice to Grandpa Lin and Lin Xuejin, while Lin Mo and Hua'er caught the rice straw after removing the ears.

Others also gathered around. Old Mrs. Lin helped pass the rice, while Mrs. Han and Mrs. Lu were responsible for sorting the threshed rice. The entire backyard was filled with a busy yet harmonious atmosphere.

When it got a little cooler, the group went to the back mountain to continue harvesting rice.

Lin Mo watched the Lin family members moving back and forth in the rice fields. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, but their faces were full of determination and persistence. Lin Mo gritted his teeth and threw himself into the rice fields like the Lin family members.

When the sun was about to set, everyone went home. Lin Mo dragged his exhausted body and joined the Lin family in the threshing work again.

The sound of the thresher echoed in the night sky, interweaving with the chirping of insects in the distance to form a beautiful pastoral symphony.

This repeated day continued for several days. The straw piles in the Lin family's backyard became higher and higher, and the air was filled with the rich fragrance of rice.

During these busy days, Lin Mo often counted the days on his fingers.

Lin Mo sat on the doorstep, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on his face, reflecting a hint of sadness.

He unconsciously counted the days on his fingers. It had been more than ten days since Dalang and Erlang left home to study. It had been ten days since they last returned home. Logically, they should have come back.

Lin Mo's thoughts began to drift away: Maybe I remembered the time interval between their holidays wrongly. After all, the student holiday systems in different dynasties vary greatly.

Lin Mo laughed at himself, "I've only met her twice, but I still miss her."

(Lin Mo: It’s definitely not that if Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan go home, the food will get better and they can even eat meat.)

During the day, Lin Mo joined his family in the intense farm work. In the rice fields, he worked side by side with the Lin family, his clothes soaked with sweat and his cheeks reddened by the sun, but the sense of fulfillment he felt temporarily made him forget his worries.

Whenever he took a break, he would unconsciously look into the distance, hoping to see two familiar figures on the winding path. However, every time his expectation turned into disappointment, he still did not give up.

Lin Mo followed in the footsteps of the Lin family, busy in the fields day after day, and every day was fulfilling and tiring.

As the rice harvest on the back mountain was completed, the team moved to another rice field that was easier to travel to - the place where corn was harvested before, where ox carts could pass unimpeded.

This place is completely different from the quiet and lonely scenery behind the mountain, where only a few houses are dotted here. The rice fields before us are like a carefully arranged painting, slowly spreading along the mountainside until they reach the foot of the mountain and connect with the mountains in the distance.

On the mountain, the trees are lush and the fruits are abundant, presenting a scene of good harvest. The golden light shines in the sun, as if nature has deliberately covered this land with a golden coat.

The rice fields are bustling with activity. Farmers from all over the country gather here, some carrying sickles on their shoulders, some carrying bamboo baskets, their faces filled with anticipation and joy for a good harvest.

"Harvesting the rice." A discordant note—Mrs. Fang. She seemed to have an inexplicable prejudice against the Lin family. Every time she passed by the Lin family's fields, she would stop and say a few harsh words.

But the Lin family had long been accustomed to her cynicism. They chose to respond with silence and hard work, continuing to focus on the work in their hands and watering their hopes for a good harvest with their sweat.