New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Mo felt that the soreness in his back, the tightness in his waist, and the heaviness in his legs all miraculously disappeared at this moment.

Lin Mo straightened his back, his steps became lighter, and he became energetic and full of energy.

Lin Mo was gently awakened by the first ray of sunshine in the morning and the crisp sound of birds singing outside the window. He opened his sleepy eyes, and an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.

Last night, I heard from Old Mrs. Lin that all the straw could be harvested today.

Although Lin Mo was sleepy at that time, the joy of completing the task made him very excited.

"Today is a big day!" Lin Mo straightened his clothes, secretly encouraging himself. He put on his slightly worn but clean coarse cloth clothes and tied his belt, as if to show his best side to this busy time that was about to end.

"Silang, get up quickly. We are going to harvest corn stalks. Today is the last day!" Lin Mo walked into Lin Siheng's room and woke him up with an excited tone.

When Lin Siheng heard this, he immediately jumped up from the bed, extremely excited: "Really?"

Lin Mo smiled and nodded: "Really, grandma said that yesterday."

Lin Siheng jumped up with joy.

Lin Mo happily followed the large group to the back mountain. Everyone picked up sickles and rushed into the cornfield.

Lin Mo followed closely behind his father Lin Xuejin, imitating the adults. He swung his sickle, and with a "click", a corn stalk fell down.

He looked up at Lin Xuejin and saw that he moved skillfully and smoothly, and he couldn't help but admire him secretly.

"Sanlang, use your strength evenly and don't hurt your hands." Lin Xuejin reminded him with concern, his eyes full of encouragement.

"Got it, Dad!" Lin Mo responded with a smile and swung the sickle even harder.

As time passed, the sunlight gradually tilted, making the golden corn stalks even more dazzling. They piled up into small hills on the ground, witnessing the hard work and sweat of the Lin family.

Lin Mo and his family members shuttled through the fields. Their tacit understanding with each other seemed to require no words. They cut, bundled, and carried things, forming an efficiently operating assembly line.

The morning sun became extremely hot, baking the earth, but the heat did not dampen the enthusiasm and enthusiasm of the Lin family at all.

"We don't have much left now. Let's work harder and finish harvesting it all today so that we can go home and rest early!" Grandpa Lin's words were sonorous and powerful, like a horn on the battlefield, which instantly aroused everyone's fighting spirit.

Lin Mo's eyes flashed with determination and expectation, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

At noon, the Lin family had a simple meal and rested in the yard.

"Sanlang, Sanlang, Huaer and Xinger, come here, grandma has something to tell you." Old Mrs. Lin's voice was gentle and firm, which made Lin Mo feel a sense of foreboding.

"Grandma, what's wrong? Where are we going?" Lin Mo asked casually, trying to ease the tension in his heart.

"Haha, you're such a smart kid," Old Mrs. Lin said with a smile. "Starting tomorrow, we have to start harvesting soybeans. Soybeans are our family's treasure. Not only can they be used to make tofu, but they can also be used to extract oil. They're incredibly useful. Let's get started today and go check out the fields."

Lin Mo bit his back teeth: Okay, okay, let's put this nesting doll, one link after another, right? Do I have to participate in this ancient version of Metamorphosis?

Lin Mo complained in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he said to Old Mrs. Lin, "Okay, grandma, let's go." His words were full of respect and obedience to his elders.

Lin Mo and his companions followed Old Lady Lin and embarked on a journey to Yanwan.

The mountain path is winding like a goat's trail, with lush trees on both sides and occasional bird calls, adding a bit of wildness to the journey.

But Lin Mo was not in the mood to appreciate these.

"Come, let me teach you how to pull soybeans." Old Mrs. Lin bent down and demonstrated the process. She held the soybeans at the base with both hands and, with a gentle push, pulled out a whole soybean plant, still carrying the fragrance of the soil.

Lin Mo, Lin Siheng, Huaer and Xinger also followed Mrs. Lin's example and carefully pulled up the soybeans.

At first, they were a little unfamiliar with the technique, either not having enough strength to pull it out or using too much force and breaking the soybeans. But under Mrs. Lin's patient guidance, they gradually mastered the technique and became more and more proficient in their movements.

After a while, Lin Xueqin and others, covered in sweat, also arrived at Yanwan and met up with Lin Mo and others.

"Hey, good job!" Lin Xueqin walked over to Lin Mo and patted him on the shoulder. "Look at you, kid, you've gained a lot of strength!"

Lin Mo smiled and nodded.

Lin Xuejin then said to Lin Sizhe, who was squatting beside him, "Silang, you did a good job!"

Old Mrs. Lin looked at them and said with a smile, "Okay, stop chatting and come help harvest the soybeans."

So, the people who came took action. Some of them bent over tirelessly and continued to pull up the plump soybeans; the other people followed closely behind, deftly organizing the pulled soybeans into bundles and tying them carefully to ensure that each bundle was firm and in order.

As the sun slowly sank, a group of people set out on their journey home, carrying heavy loads of soybeans.

Lin Mo felt that today he had fully demonstrated what it meant to arrive with high hopes and leave with low hopes.

Lin Mo stood in a corner of the Lin family courtyard, watching the last rays of sunset gradually fade away in the sky, and an indescribable fatigue and emotion welled up in his heart: the soybeans in Yanwan have just begun to be harvested, and there are also Songjiaopo and the back mountain. How many soybeans should be harvested in these two places?

Lin Mo punched the air, as if to vent his inner resentment: "Why is my life so miserable!" Lin Mo felt that he could not work anymore, he was numb and about to collapse.

The images of Dalang and Erlang studying outside involuntarily emerged in my mind. They were like carefree birds, far away from the hardships of this land.

"I'm so envious of these two people, one is a piece of wood, the other is a weight, they are really good at studying." Lin Mo smiled bitterly in his heart and thought, "How great it would be if I could be like them."

A wave of regret quietly grew, and Lin Mo secretly vowed: "From now on, I will never say those words like 'I can just go home and farm' so easily. The work I have done in this period of time is more than what I did in my entire life combined."

I want to go home.

These four words successfully took the top spot in Lin Mo's heart.

Chapter 64 How Did You Turn into Charcoal?