New ink fragrance in old times

Chapter 58 Lessons from the Past

Old Mrs. Lin looked around and said, "I just heard Sanlang say that he could feel some raindrops. Although it's still sunny now, we should be cautious and pack up to go home."

Hearing this, Lin Xuebo frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Mom, what if Sanlang is wrong and it doesn't rain? Wouldn't we have wasted our time in vain?"

Old Madam Lin shook her head slightly, her tone calm but firm: "There's no need to rush. It's better to be safe than sorry. Food is our foundation. If it really rains, the losses will be huge."

Old Master Lin nodded in agreement: "Yes, your mother is right. We must plan ahead and not wait until something happens to regret it."

Qian Xiufang also agreed, "Yes, it's better to be careful. Let's clean up quickly and don't let the rain ruin all our hard work."

Until the group returned home, the sky was still blue, without even a trace of rain clouds.

The atmosphere in the Lin family became subtle, and everyone's face was a little embarrassed.

Lin Xuejin was the first to break the silence. He looked at Old Lady Lin and said softly, "Mom, Sanlang is still young. He might have really misunderstood. I'll have a good talk with him later and ask him not to be so startled in the future."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Lin first turned to look at Mr. Lin, who had an expressionless face.

Then he stood up and said calmly, "Everyone is tired after a long morning. I'll make some mung bean soup for everyone to drink to cool down and relieve fatigue."

As she spoke, she looked at Lin Mo: "Sanlang, come here and help me light the fire. Let's cook mung bean soup together."

Lin Mo nodded quickly and walked towards the kitchen a little embarrassedly.

Xing Er volunteered, "Grandma, I'll go wash the mung beans. I'll make sure they're clean."

Mrs. Lin nodded with satisfaction and said to Lin Xueqian and Lin Xuejin, "Oldest and Second Son, the water in the kitchen vat is running low. Go get some water from the well in the backyard and add it to the vat."

Lin Xueqian and Lin Xuejin smiled at each other and answered in unison, "Okay, Mom."

After saying that, the two of them picked up the wooden barrel and walked towards the backyard one after the other.

Seeing this, Han said softly, "Mom, let me help you too." Then she turned and went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Lin Mo sat alone in front of the stove, his little face full of grievance.

He lowered his head to fiddle with the firewood in his hands, occasionally looking out the window, his eyes flickering with confusion and bewilderment. He muttered to himself, "I clearly meant well, so how did it end up like this?"

Although the Lin family didn't say anything, I would rather they expressed their dissatisfaction with me, even if it was a harsh criticism, it would be better than this silent silence.

Han walked to Lin Mo's side and said, "Sanlang, you are still young, let me make a fire."

Han sat gently beside Lin Mo, her eyes full of love. She patted Lin Mo's shoulder gently and said softly, "Mother is very happy today. Sanlang, do you know why?"

Hearing this, Lin Mo shook his head slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Seeing this, Han smiled and continued, "Because our Sanlang has grown up and become sensible. When he saw that the weather was not right, he immediately thought of reminding grandma. This kind of attentiveness and filial piety is really rare. Mom's heart is sweeter than eating honey."

After hearing what Han said, Lin Mo's face flushed and he lowered his head embarrassedly.

He muttered softly, "But, it's been so long since I came back, and it hasn't rained yet. Am I... am I feeling wrong?"

At this time, Mrs. Lin also came over with a smile. She took Lin Mo's hand and said kindly, "Sanlang, you are careful and attentive, which is a good thing. No one noticed the change in the weather today, but you felt it and came to tell grandma. Our Sanlang is really smart and has become a little adult."

Lin Mo looked up at Old Lady Lin, his eyes sparkling.

He knew that the two people in front of him were trying to comfort him, but he just fell for it, and the haze in Lin Mo's heart gradually dissipated.

Lin Mo nodded solemnly and said seriously: "I will pay more attention to it in the future and tell everyone when I am sure."

Mrs. Han and Old Mrs. Lin smiled at each other, their eyes full of relief.

Old Mrs. Lin said to Lin Mo earnestly, "Sanlang, you did a really good job today. Even though it didn't rain in the end, your attentiveness and vigilance were all noticed by me. In the future, if you encounter a similar situation, you must tell me. I will bring everyone back and we will wait until the weather stabilizes before going out again."

Lin Mo blinked his eyes and asked curiously, "Why? Grandma, if you come back every time because of the slightest disturbance, won't it waste a lot of time?"

Mrs. Lin touched Lin Mo's head lovingly and explained, "Sanlang, the weather has been too hot recently. The sun makes people feel dizzy and swollen. It's easy for people to get heatstroke when working outside. Come back and rest for a while, drink some water, and cool down. It's good for your health."

Lin Mo nodded.

Mrs. Lin changed the subject: "Besides, the mood of God can change at any time. What happened to your grandmother Xiufang's family is a lesson for us. We must prepare in advance to prevent any disaster."

Qian Xiufang, who had just entered the kitchen: ...

Qian Xiufang smiled and walked over to Old Lady Lin, saying half-jokingly, "Sister-in-law, you're really good at educating your grandson, but why are you using my family's past as an excuse?"

When Mrs. Lin heard this, her eyes flickered and she forced a slightly stiff smile, avoiding Qian Xiufang's gaze.

Qian Xiufang patted Sanlang's shoulder gently: "Your grandma is right, Sanlang, you were still young at that time and didn't remember anything." A trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

"That year was also a rare bumper harvest," Qian Xiufang said, gesturing as if she had stepped back in time. "We got up early and worked late to harvest the crops. The rice, wave after wave, was so joyful to watch."

"That year's harvest was even better than this year's," Qian Xiufang said with a smile, but then a look of worry settled on her face. "We took advantage of the good weather to harvest and dry the grain every day. We were so happy back then."

"Alas!" She sighed, her hands unconsciously clenching. "We were able to deliver the grain on time, but then a sudden downpour came. We worked so hard to collect the grain, but we were still a step behind."

"For the next month or so, the rain continued without a break. The grain, piled up in baskets at home, began to mold due to the humidity. When the weather cleared up, we quickly harvested the grain from the fields. When it was time to pay the tax, we selected the best and sent it to the farmers."

A trace of bitterness flashed in Qian Xiufang's eyes. "Even so, the officers still said our food was inferior and too damp, and accused us of passing off inferior goods as good ones."

Chapter 59 Sit Quietly and Listen to the Rain