New ink fragrance in old times

Facing the praise from the people around her, Mrs. Lin seemed particularly modest. She smiled and waved her hand, saying modestly:

"No, no, the children are sensible enough. As their elders, we only hope that they can grow up healthy and safe and have a bright future. Filial piety is a must, and it is also the family tradition of our Lin family." Old Mrs. Lin's words are full of love and expectations for her grandchildren.

As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually fills the rice fields, the golden rice ears sway gently in the breeze, as if paying the most sincere respect to the people who work hard.

The Lin family also began to pack up their farm tools and harvested rice, preparing to end their day's work and start their journey home.

As night falls, the Lin family's courtyard is filled with warmth and tranquility.

Lin Mo held the grasshopper he had carefully woven in his hand. The grasshopper was lifelike, and its wings seemed to be able to take off with a slight touch. This was something Lin Mo specially left for Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan.

"Brother, look!" Lin Mo excitedly ran to Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan who were talking in the yard, raised the grasshopper in his hand high, with anticipation shining in his eyes.

Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan looked at the grasshopper in Lin Mo's hand, and their eyes suddenly lit up with surprise.

Lin Sixuan was the first to reach out and take the grasshopper. He examined it carefully and exclaimed in admiration, "Sanlang, you have such a skillful hand! This grasshopper is so lifelike!"

Lin Siyuan was so excited that he almost jumped up. He stared at the grasshopper as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

Lin Siyuan said excitedly, "Sanlang, this is the one you made. It's better than the dragonfly I gave you. I love it so much! I will treasure it."

When Lin Mo heard Lin Siyuan's exaggerated description, he thought: He is definitely a brother-con. The ordinary grasshopper he wove seemed vivid in their eyes. It was obvious that his grasshopper was not even one-tenth as good as the bamboo dragonfly.

Although Lin Mo complained silently in his heart, he was also very happy when he saw how happy the two of them were.

He scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "Hey, as long as you like it."

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The first ray of sunlight in the early morning gently brushed over the eaves of the Lin family courtyard, quietly awakening this quiet and vibrant home.

Old Madam Lin walked out of the room, her face filled with a warm smile. She said to Shen, Han, Lu, and Xing'er, who were busy in the yard, "Look at the sunshine! It's such a beautiful day! We must work harder to make today more lively."

Shen kneaded the dough and looked up with a smile, "Yes, mother, I have picked out the best flour. This mooncake will definitely be fragrant and sweet."

Han arranged the fruits on the side with skillful technique. She smiled and said, "I even specially picked a persimmon and placed it in the fruit plate. It looks both beautiful and tempting."

Mrs. Lu placed the prepared snacks on the side and took over the conversation, "The snacks are also ready. Every one of them is the children's favorite. I hope they will enjoy their meal tonight."

Although Xing'er is young, she is very dedicated to her work. She runs around with a basket, helping to pass the ingredients while humming a cheerful tune.

At the same time, the four elders, Grandpa Lin, Lin Xueqin, Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao, were busy in another place. They worked together to set up the incense table for the moon worship. Every procedure seemed solemn and pious, preparing for the evening ceremony.

Mr. Lin smiled and said, "Prepare carefully. This cannot be sloppy."

Lin Xueqian nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, Dad, we will arrange it together, so there will never be any mistakes."

Lin Xuejin added, "Yes, Dad. If you're worried, let's check the lanterns and candles."

Lin Xuebo smiled and patted Lin Xuejin on the shoulder: "Don't worry, brother, it's okay, I've checked it once."

Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan began to consider in the yard whether the tasks they assigned to Lin Mo and others before leaving home last time had been completed.

"Sanlang, do you remember the characters I asked you to practice last time? Write them down so I can see them." Lin Sixuan said gently to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo stood in the courtyard, the sunlight filtering through the sparse clouds, dappling onto his slightly bewildered face. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. To be honest, his mind was completely blank; he couldn't remember anything.

Lin Mo frowned, trying hard to search his mind for every word that Lin Sixuan taught him.

"Hmm...hmm..." Lin Mo muttered to himself, his eyes accidentally falling on the lush tree in the yard, and inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Lin"—yes, "Lin"! He hurriedly picked up a branch and wrote the word on the ground, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Seeing this, Lin Siyuan's face lit up with a bright smile. "Sanlang, you're amazing! You can even write 'Lin'!"

However, Lin Sixuan's eyes were more serious and expectant.

"Sanlang, I taught you this character when I left home the last time. Do you still remember the character I taught you last time?" There was both a test and encouragement in his words.

Lin Mo's expression instantly turned subtle after hearing Lin Sixuan's question, a mixture of embarrassment and regret intertwined between his brows. He secretly complained in his heart that he was simply a fish with "a seven-second memory."

Lin Mo searched every corner of his memory hard, but unfortunately, he remembered nothing.

Just when the atmosphere was becoming awkward, Lin Sixuan broke the silence at the right moment: "Sanlang, think about it for a while. There's no rush. Let me test the others first."

These words were like a breeze that gently blew away the haze in Lin Mo's heart and temporarily freed him.

Seeing this, Lin Sizhe's eyes flashed with eagerness. He quickly stepped forward, picked up the branch, and quickly drew one, two, and three horizontal lines on the ground. Then he looked at Lin Sixuan proudly: "Brother, I'll go first! Look, this is what I wrote!" He looked as if he had already won.

Lin Sixuan smiled, his eyes full of encouragement and guidance: "Then Shilang, do you know what they are?"

Lin Sizhe looked at Lin Sixuan and said childishly, "Brother, I know one, two, and three, and you also taught me four and five, but I still can't write them now." As he spoke, a hint of frustration flashed in his eyes.

"Silang, don't lose heart." Lin Sixuan said to Lin Sizhe gently. He reached out and gently patted Lin Sizhe's shoulder. "Learning is a process, it can't be achieved overnight."

Lin Sixuan's eyes were full of understanding and support. He continued, "You're already very good. Being able to recognize one, two, and three is a good start. Next, we can work together to slowly learn four and five. As long as you remain patient and persevere, you will be able to write more characters."

As he spoke, Lin Sixuan picked up a branch and demonstrated how to write the numbers four and five on the ground, stroke by stroke, while patiently explaining the key points and order of each stroke.