New ink fragrance in old times

It is said that what you think about during the day you will dream about at night. Lin Mo, thinking about Lin Siyuan and Lin Sixuan, went home on the last day of August.

After a day's work, Lin Mo dragged his heavy steps through the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar courtyard gate. There was a hint of imperceptible fragility in his eyes, as if in this short day, he had experienced the baptism of a long time.

"Sanlang, brother is back. Did you miss me?" Lin Siyuan's voice, with a bit of teasing and warmth, came from the other end of the yard, breaking the tranquility in Lin Mo's heart.

He walked quickly forward, as if wanting to give his long-lost brother a big hug, but was stopped by Lin Mo's slightly cold reaction.

Lin Mo looked up and forced a smile, but that smile hid too much fatigue. "Yeah, I thought about it."

Lin Mo's voice was low and hoarse, as if every word was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with great difficulty. He lowered his head and said nothing more, only nodding gently in response to Lin Siyuan's greeting.

Seeing this, Lin Siyuan's smile widened. He took a few steps forward, circled around Lin Mo a few times, and looked him up and down, his eyes full of heartache and ridicule. "Sanlang, what have you been doing? It's only been a few days since we last met, how come you've turned into charcoal?"

There was a hint of ease in Lin Siyuan's words, trying to use jokes to relieve Lin Mo's fatigue and boredom.

Hearing this, Lin Mo rolled his eyes helplessly and secretly complained in his heart: You work in the fields under the wind and sun every day, how are you any better off than me?

But Lin Mo didn't say this out loud after all. He just sighed softly and shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to discuss this topic at this time.

At this moment, Lin Sixuan walked out of the room. He coughed lightly, interrupting the delicate atmosphere between the two. "Alright, Erlang, stop teasing Sanlang. He must be exhausted by now. Let's let him rest first. If anything comes up, it won't be too late to talk to him after he's rested."

Lin Siyuan's smile gradually faded. He looked at Lin Mo, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes. "I was negligent, Sanlang, you should go and rest."

Lin Mo looked at Lin Sixuan gratefully. He nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the house without saying anything more.

With the addition of Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan, the soybean-pulling team was strengthened. More than 20 people, including adults and children of the Lin family, marched towards Songjiaopo in a mighty procession. The scene was unprecedented in the countryside.

Lin Mo stood in the middle, looking at this spectacular scene, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart.

He recalled the class cleanings of the past, when the number of students was always very small. The stark contrast with the current scene made him laugh. This wasn't like pulling out soybeans, it was clearly a locust swarm.

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Lin Mo woke up from the morning light, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and strolled into the yard, intending to enjoy the tranquility and freshness of the early morning.

However, the scene before him stunned him - Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan were sitting at the stone table in the yard, holding books in their hands. The sound of their reading was intertwined with the birdsong in the early morning, which seemed particularly harmonious, but also made Lin Mo feel a little surprised.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, why didn't you go to the community school today?" Lin Mo's tone was filled with surprise, as if time had quietly stopped while he slept. He walked closer, his eyes lingering on the two men's focused faces, trying to find the answer from their expressions.

"Is today a special day?" Lin Mo asked doubtfully.

Seeing Lin Mo's confused face, Lin Siyuan couldn't help but chuckle: "Sanlang, guess what?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Lin Mo shook his head.

Lin Mo secretly wondered: What happens after Mid-Autumn Festival? National Day? But did ancient people also have National Day? A seven-day holiday?

Seeing that Lin Mo couldn't guess, Lin Siyuan smiled and said, "It's a leave for giving clothes."

Lin Mo: "Clothing leave?"

Lin Sixuan also smiled and took over the conversation: "Sanlang, do you know the old saying 'The scorching heat of July, the clothes of September'?"

Lin Mo widened his eyes and said, "Of course I've heard of it. I also know what comes after it."

However, he shook his head and looked at the two of them in confusion: "I haven't heard of it."

Seeing this, Lin Sixuan patiently explained, "This ancient saying comes from the Book of Songs. It says that in July, the weather starts to get cooler and Mars gradually sets in the west, heralding the change of seasons. By September, the weather gets even colder, and people need to start preparing winter clothing."

Lin Mo nodded: I know this, my teacher taught me this when I was in school, so what?

Lin Siyuan rushed to say, "As the name suggests, the clothing leave is a month-long holiday specially arranged for students by the school. During this time, students can return home and prepare their own clothing for the winter."

Lin Mo was shocked: "It's so good." Isn't this similar to the summer vacation in modern times?

Lin Sixuan added: "The deeper purpose is to allow everyone to go back and help with the autumn harvest during the busy farming season in September."

Lin Mo suddenly understood, his eyes flashing with excitement, "Is that so?"

Lin Sixuan nodded. "Yes, Sanlang. Although this holiday is nominally for preparing clothes, it actually gives us an opportunity to participate in farm work. After all, as children of farmers, it is our unshirkable responsibility to understand the farming seasons and participate in the work."

Lin Mo nodded in agreement: "Brother, brother, a month is enough time for us to accomplish many things."

The corners of Lin Mo's mouth were harder to suppress than AK, and the villain in his heart couldn't stop laughing: Hahaha, God has eyes, finally I am not the only one suffering anymore, we share the difficulties, and you two will be the same as me soon.

Lin Mo suddenly thought: That's not right, haven't the rice and corn been harvested? These soybeans are only a few days' work at most, and they won't be able to work for a few days after returning this time.

Once this thought came to mind, it spread like wildfire, quickly occupying his entire mind. Lin Mo began to silently calculate in his mind: I lost money, I lost a lot.

"It's better to be a student!" This thought popped up from the bottom of his heart inadvertently, with a bit of envy and yearning.

Lin Mo thought of his friends at school who were enjoying a carefree vacation, traveling, partying, or immersing themselves in their hobbies, while he had to work in the fields with the soil, repeating heavy labor day after day.

Lin Mo muttered softly: "What a miserable life."

Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan looked at Lin Mo, frowning and smiling, and looked at each other.

Lin Siyuan: "Oh, our Sanlang's little face has become more unpredictable than the weather in June!" There was a hint of joking in his words.

Lin Mo rolled his eyes: My mother tongue is speechless.

Lin Sixuan also teased: "Yeah, Sanlang, what are you thinking about? Tell me."

Lin Mo: Uh...

Lin Mo's reaction made the two of them laugh.

Chapter 65 Lin Mo is in pain