New ink fragrance in old times

Chapter 57 There is Water

The Lin family did not feel overly anxious or uncomfortable. The reason was that strong winds blew through the rice fields from time to time, bringing a hint of coolness and dispelling the irritability caused by hard work.

Lin Mo's sweat kept sliding down his forehead like drizzle, dripping into the soil under his feet, making a "tick-tick" sound.

Suddenly, Lin Mo felt as if something touched him gently. He instinctively looked up, but there was nothing unusual around him except his busy family and rice ears swaying in the wind.

A flash of doubt flashed through his mind, but he was relieved immediately - perhaps he was too focused and mistook the dense dripping of sweat for a touch from the outside world;

Or perhaps, a naughty ear of rice, blown by the wind, accidentally sprinkled a drop of morning dew or dew on itself;

Or maybe someone was laughing and joking far away and accidentally let the saliva drift here with the wind.

But these are unimportant. Lin Mo did not care about these details and continued to transport rice to the thresher.

After a while, Lin Mo felt the subtle and clear sound of dripping water again - "drip".

This time, it seemed to have landed on his straw hat. Lin Mo couldn't help but stop, holding the rice in his hand, and stood quietly in the field.

Lin Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to sense the source of the sudden water droplets. However, apart from the breeze blowing across the fields and the occasional conversations of his family in the distance, he didn't notice anything unusual.

Everything around seemed so peaceful and natural, as if the drop of water was just Lin Mo's own illusion.

Lin Mo couldn't help but start to doubt his own feelings: Is it because I have been too tired recently and have an illusion?

Lin Sijian tugged at the corner of Lin Mo's clothes and asked in a childish voice, "Brother Douzi, what are you doing? Let's go, everyone is waiting for us."

Lin Mo looked at the people who were cutting rice, trying to find his father. He wanted to tell his father about his subtle feelings just now, but Lin Xuejin was no longer in the rice field.

Lin Mo smiled and touched Lin Sijian's head, but the subtle feeling in his heart still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Maowa, did you feel something dripping on you just now?"

Lin Mo sought the same feeling from Lin Sijian.

Lin Sijian tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head and answered seriously, "No, I didn't feel anything except the cool breeze."

As he spoke, he took off his little straw hat and looked up at the sky. The glaring sunlight made him squint his eyes, and his little face was full of confusion.

"There's nothing to do except the wind."

Lin Sijian's voice was full of confusion and doubt. His small body hid a great curiosity, and he was very puzzled by Lin Moti's question.

Looking at Lin Sijian's innocent appearance, Lin Mo was infected by Lin Sijian's innocence, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

He patted Lin Sijian's shoulder gently and said with a smile, "Oh, it's nothing. Maybe I'm just too sensitive. Let's continue transporting the rice and don't keep the adults waiting anxiously."

Lin Mo turned around, holding the heavy rice, and walked steadily towards the thresher.

Lin Mo's figure shuttled through the rice fields, continuing to transport rice.

However, Lin Sijian seemed to be attracted by some kind of magic, still looking up at the sky, and did not listen to Lin Mo's persuasion.

Lin Mo was helpless and could only whisper a few words of comfort when passing by Lin Sijian, but Lin Sijian seemed determined to turn a deaf ear to Lin Mo's persuasion and find the answer.

Seeing that he refused to give up, Lin Mo let him go and stopped trying to persuade him.

Lin Sijian suddenly shouted to Lin Mo excitedly: "Brother Douzi, I know, there is water on my face!"

His voice was clear and loud, penetrating the tranquility of the rice fields.

After hearing this, Lin Mo was shocked and stopped abruptly. He turned and looked at Lin Sijian: "Did you really feel it?"

Lin Sijian said happily: "Yes, there is water."

Without thinking too much, Lin Mo quickly ran towards Lin Xuerui and Lin Xuezhi who were threshing. He gasped and said with a stiff upper lip, "Uncle, it's raining."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuerui and Lin Xuezhi stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky. They saw the sun shining brightly and there was no sign of rain.

They smiled at each other, and Lin Xuerui said to Lin Mo, "Douzi, are you mistaken? It's a sunny day, how could it rain?"

Lin Xuezhi: "Yes, Douzi, if you are tired, go and take a rest."

Lin Mo wanted to explain anxiously, but seeing the two people's disbelief, he realized that he had no evidence and such a statement was too abrupt.

So he put down the rice in his hand, turned around and ran towards Old Mrs. Lin who was cutting rice.

Lin Mo ran to Old Lady Lin eagerly and said seriously, "Grandma, it's raining. Mao Wa and I just felt it. There are several raindrops."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Lin frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a bit of scrutiny: "Sanlang, are you sure? It's such a nice day, don't make a mistake."

Lin Mo nodded heavily, his tone more firm: "Grandma, I really feel it, Mao Wa also said so, you can ask him."

Old Mrs. Lin looked up at the sky. Although it was still clear and cloudless, she did not immediately deny Lin Mo's words.

After thinking for a moment, she instructed Lin Mo, "Go back now and ask your mother to collect the millet that is drying outside to prevent it from getting wet in the rain."

Then, Mrs. Lin turned her gaze to Mrs. Shen and Mrs. Lu who were busy harvesting, and said earnestly:

"Eldest wife, third wife, look at the sky. Although it's still sunny, Sanlang said he could feel some raindrops. We can't be careless. The two of you should stop busying yourself with harvesting beans and go back to help harvest the millet. This grain is our lifeblood for the whole year, and we can't afford any mistakes."

Upon hearing this, Shen and Lu immediately stopped the sickles in their hands, looked at each other, and a hint of tension flashed in their eyes.

Shen was the first to speak: "Mother is right, we will go back now."

Lu also nodded quickly. The two of them quickly put the sickle on the ground, patted the dust off their hands, and hurried towards home.

After the two daughters-in-law left, Old Lady Lin called out to the four people who were sweating profusely on the threshing machine: "You guys, stop threshing for a moment. Pack up your tools and let's go home first."

Old Mrs. Lin turned and walked up the mountain. Soon, she came to the fields where Old Man Lin, Lin Wenru, Lin Xuejin, Xing'er and Qian Xiufang were.

Old Master Lin, Lin Wenru, and Lin Xuejin were concentrating on driving the oxen to plow the fields, their clothes soaked with sweat, while Xing'er and Qian Xiufang were helping them.

Seeing the arrival of Mrs. Lin, everyone stopped what they were doing. "Mom, why are you here?" Lin Xuejin asked with concern.

Chapter 58 Lessons from the Past