New ink fragrance in old times

As time went by, the sun gradually set, and the sky was dyed with a gorgeous sunset glow. When the sunset glow faded, the Lin family was still working.

The cloth bag of rapeseed in Lin Mo's hand was gradually empty, and the rice fields had been turned soft and fertile, waiting for the rapeseed to take root and sprout.

"Everyone, let's take a break. It's getting late." Old Master Lin finally stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to everyone.

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped what they were doing. Although they were tired, they all had smiles on their faces.

"Let's go home and have dinner." Lin Wenru suggested. Everyone agreed, packed up their tools, and set off on their journey home.

At night, everything was quiet. Lin Mo lay on his simple but warm little bed, tossing and turning, his thoughts flooding in like a tide.

The moonlight was like water, silently filtering through the mottled window lattices and sprinkling on his face, adding a touch of softness and mystery to the quiet night.

He looked at the silvery white, his heart rippled. He laughed at himself and said, "I seem to have integrated faster than I thought. Life here has gradually given me an indescribable sense of belonging."

The children of the Lin family had already fallen into a sweet dream after a day of hard work. Perhaps their dreams were still filled with the laughter in the rice fields and the harvest scenes in the corn fields.

The adults of the Lin family were still busy in the yard, repairing farm tools, shelling corn, or sorting out items needed for tomorrow.

Lin Mo listened quietly to the occasional low voices of conversation and the sound of tools colliding in the yard, and a complex emotion surged in his heart - admiration, gratitude, and a hint of self-reflection on his own incompetence.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his thoughts, and began to carefully review his experiences today. Every detail flashed through his mind like a scene from a movie: Old Man Lin calmly plowing the fields with his oxen, everyone working together to harvest the rice, himself concentrating on sowing the rapeseed...

Lin Mo tried hard to think about whether he had learned any knowledge that could change the current situation, but he racked his brains and found that he seemed to know nothing.

Okay, Lin Mo admitted that he was a waste.

Before dawn, Lin Mo was awakened from his dream by his mother, Han. "Sanlang, get up quickly. It's time to go to the fields with everyone else."

There was a hint of urgency in Han's words. Lin Mo rubbed his sleepy eyes, put on his clothes in a daze, and followed the Lin family members on the road to the fields.

The fields were covered with a thin layer of dew in the early morning, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of soil and crops. Everyone was busy, some bent over to harvest golden corn, and others sweated profusely as they plowed the soil.

As time passed, the dew gradually receded, the sun shone on the earth, and they began to busy themselves with harvesting the heavy ears of rice.

The Lin family's courtyard was also a busy scene.

The two little girls, Xing'er and Lin Xiqian, carried baskets full of food and shuttled through the fields, delivering hot breakfast to every hard-working family member.

On this day, Lin Xuezhi's wife Hua Juan also joined the labor. Her arrival made the Lin family even stronger.

Whether adults or children, or even the livestock in the house, everyone who breathes is contributing their own strength to the harvest of this season.

Old Mrs. Lin stood on the edge of the field, her brows furrowed, looking at the rice fields that had not yet been harvested, her heart burning with anxiety.

"Old man, look, tomorrow is the Autumnal Equinox, and we still have so much grain unharvested. What should we do?" There was some worry in her voice.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lin looked up into the distance. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "I know you are anxious, but there is no use in being anxious. We have to take it step by step and proceed steadily. Over the years, every autumn harvest has been done this way?" Although his tone was calm, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

After hearing this, Mrs. Lin sighed softly. She knew that Mr. Lin was right, but the anxiety in her heart was hard to calm down.

At this time, Qian Xiufang, who was resting nearby, came over, took Mrs. Lin's hand and said, "Sister-in-law, don't worry. If our two families work together, we will definitely be able to finish the work before the end of the month, and it won't delay the wheat planting later."

Mrs. Lin turned to look at Qian Xiufang, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes. "Xiufang, thank you. I know you're trying to comfort me, but I just can't let it go. With so much rice, what if we can't finish it in time..." Her voice was filled with worry.

Seeing this, Qian Xiufang continued to comfort Mrs. Lin's determination: "Sister-in-law, don't think so. We have strength in numbers, and the weather has been good these past few days. As long as we work together, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome. Don't you agree?"

Mrs. Lin listened to Qian Xiufang's words, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself. "You're right, Xiufang. I can't lose my composure and lose my spirit. Let's strive to complete the autumn harvest as soon as possible."

As she spoke, she nodded stiffly, as if to cheer herself up.

Lin Mo felt like a wound-up top, spinning non-stop in the mountains with almost no rest.

Before the first ray of morning sunshine completely dispelled the remaining warmth of the night, he was already busy on the ridge of the field in Songjiaopo.

"Sanlang, come and help me pack the corn!" Uncle Lin's voice came from not far away.

"Coming, uncle." Lin Mo immediately responded and went away. His hands moved swiftly and quickly. In a short while, basket after basket of heavy corn was steadily loaded onto the car.

"This job is really tiring." Looking at the trucks full of harvest, Lin Mo felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Sanlang, we can't deliver the rice here, come and help!" Xing'er's anxious voice came from the other end of the rice field.

"I'm coming." Lin Mo quickly put down the corn in his hand and ran over to take the bundles of golden rice ears, handing them to the adults who were threshing the rice. Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped into the soil, but it did not slow his busy pace at all.

"Sanlang, go help your father."

"coming."

We kept wandering in the mountains for three or four days, and finally on the afternoon of the fourth day we arrived at the gate of the Lin family compound.

Lin Mo never expected that the Lin family had so much land. There were even several large rice fields next to the Lin family's yard.

"My God, this Lin family is just a small landlord!" Lin Mo secretly complained in his heart.

"Sanlang, don't just stand there, come and help!" Grandpa Lin's call interrupted Lin Mo's thoughts.

Lin Mo quickly responded and joined the harvest with Lin Sizhe and a few other friends. They were like flexible bricks, moving wherever they were needed. Whether loading corn, delivering rice, or helping the adults plowing the fields, they did everything in an orderly manner.

Chapter 61 The Rice is Finally Harvested