New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Mo thought: I’m tired, so let it be.

He had already predicted the trajectory of his life for the next period of time: picking soybeans, planting wheat, drying grain, and hulling corn kernels in a repetitive cycle. Lin Mo felt that he was now terrifyingly strong.

Lin Mo said self-deprecatingly: "If this were modern times, I would definitely win the Best Farming Expert of the Year award."

After several days of intense labor, especially two and a half days of planting wheat in the fields and then helping to pull soybeans for half a day, Lin Mo finally returned home exhausted. He had only one thought in his mind: "I'm so tired."

As soon as he entered the room, Lin Mo was drawn by an invisible force, walking straight to the bed. Without even taking off his shoes, he fell asleep. His breathing gradually became deep and even, and his body unconsciously relaxed, as if he wanted to expel all the fatigue with his breath.

At this time, Han walked to Lin Mo's side and whispered, "Sanlang, get up and eat something before going to sleep. The food is ready."

However, Lin Mo was too tired. Han's call was like the sound of the distant wind, gently brushing past his ears, but it failed to wake him from his dream. Seeing no response, she raised her voice again, trying to wake him directly, but Lin Mo remained asleep, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Seeing this, Han shook her head distressedly and sighed softly. She knew that Lin Mo was really exhausted, so she didn't insist on waking him up.

As the first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the mist and gently sprinkled on the Lin family courtyard, Lin Mo slowly woke up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw that the room was brightly lit. Outside the window came the sound of crisp and melodious insect chirping, like the most melodious music of nature, which made people feel particularly comfortable.

Lin Mo stretched out his body, and all the muscles in his body seemed to be relaxed at this moment. He smiled and said to himself, "This sleep is so comfortable."

After getting dressed, Lin Mo gently pushed open the door. A fresh air mixed with the scent of earth rushed towards him, which lifted his spirits.

He walked towards the yard and saw a busy and harmonious scene in the yard: Grandpa Lin, Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan were shelling corns skillfully; the two brothers Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao stood aside, cooperating tacitly to pour the shelled corn kernels into the basket, occasionally smiling at each other; Lin Sizhe, Lin Sinan and Lin Siheng were helping carefully with their little hands, although their movements were a little clumsy, their serious attitude made people feel warm.

Lin Siyuan noticed Lin Mo's arrival, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

"Good morning, Sanlang!" Lin Siyuan was the first to greet him, his voice filled with the energy and vigor unique to the early morning.

"Good morning, second brother. Good morning everyone!" Lin Mo responded with a smile, then quickly walked among them and naturally joined the ranks of peeling corn kernels.

He took a corn cob handed to him by Lin Xuejin. Although his technique was not as skillful as others, he learned it quite well.

As time passed, the tempting aroma of food gradually wafted out of the kitchen. The familiar taste made Lin Mo swallow his saliva, and his stomach made a "gurgling" sound at the right time.

"What is this? It smells so good that it makes me hungry!" Lin Mo exclaimed with a smile.

"Yes, it seems we will be able to eat soon." Upon hearing this, Lin Siyuan looked up towards the kitchen, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Just then, the sound of "knock knock knock" on the door broke the tranquility of the yard. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked towards the door.

Lin Xuebo stood up, clapped his hands, and walked towards the gate. "I'm coming," he replied as he opened the gate.

The door hinge turned gently, and Lin Xuebo's smiling face greeted Lin Wenru and Qian Xiufang who were standing outside the door. His voice was full of joy: "Second Uncle, Second Aunt, you are here, please come in!"

When Lin Mo saw the two people coming in, he knew that another tiring day was about to begin.

But why are there only two of them here today? Where are the others? Are they behind?

When the other people in the yard saw the newcomers, they all greeted them.

At this time, Mrs. Lin came out of the kitchen. Seeing Lin Wenru and his wife, a warm smile immediately broke out on her face. "Oh, you're here. Where are the others? Why didn't I see them come with me?"

Qian Xiufang explained with a smile: "Sister-in-law, my eldest and second sons are busy drying the grain at home."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Lin nodded to show her understanding.

Then she called out to the busy people in the yard, "Everyone, clean up, we're getting ready for dinner."

As soon as Mrs. Lin finished speaking, the whole yard seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and quickly became orderly.

Everyone put down the tools in their hands, some went to wash their hands, some went to serve the table, and some helped to serve the dishes. The air was filled with anticipation and joy of enjoying the delicious food.

When the family sat around the dinner table, Lin Mo's eyes were attracted by the only dish on the table - winter melon stewed with bacon.

This dish may seem simple, but it is actually rich in content and colorful: snow-white winter melon cubes, dark brown bacon slices, golden dried vegetables and soft and glutinous potato cubes are intertwined together, steaming hot and fragrant.

Lin Mo's nose couldn't help but twitch slightly. The familiar and long-lost smell of meat instantly reminded him of the last time he ate meat.

The moonlight was exceptionally bright, and the family gathered together, sharing the joy of the holiday. The table was filled with a variety of delicacies, the most eye-catching of which was the plate of roasted bacon. Beneath its golden crust lay firm, juicy meat, emitting an alluring aroma.

However, compared to today's hearty winter melon stew, the bacon portions back then seemed rather skimpy. Each person was given only a thin slice of bacon, barely enough to give them a taste of the long-lost meaty aroma.

What made Lin Mo remember it even more vividly was that in addition to his own roasted bacon, his second grandfather's family also specially sent him homemade meat patties.

The meat pie had a crispy crust, a rich meat filling, and a fragrant aroma that made everyone's mouth water. But even such a delicacy was distributed among the family, and each person could only get a small piece. They put it in their mouths carefully, savoring it carefully, for fear of missing even the slightest bit of flavor.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Although he had eaten meat during that Mid-Autumn Festival, it was more of a lingering longing for the taste of meat than true satisfaction. But today, this plate of winter melon stewed with meat, with all its color, aroma and flavor, was so rich and satisfying with every bite.

"Mom, your cooking skills are getting better and better. This white melon stewed with bacon looks so appetizing." Lin Xuebao was the first to praise, his words full of pride in his mother's cooking skills.

Mrs. Lin smiled from ear to ear, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to have smoothed out. "No, no, I just make whatever I have at home. As long as everyone likes it, that's fine."

Chapter 71 Settlement of Accounts