New ink fragrance in old times

There was obvious anxiety in the words of old lady Zhao, "Dad, what should we do about Sanlang's situation?" There was a tremor in her voice, which showed her worry for her grandson and deep concern for the future of her family.

Old Master Lin, the backbone of the family, sighed heavily, as if he wanted to spit out the depression in his chest.

"Alas, Sanlang, this incident happened so suddenly, we have to handle it together." He looked up at Shen. "Eldest wife, you are fast, go to the fields and call the second and third sons back. This matter needs to be discussed and handled by the whole family."

Upon hearing this, Shen said, "Dad, don't worry, I'll go right away." She responded and left in a hurry.

Then, Mr. Lin turned his gaze to his third daughter-in-law, Mrs. Lu. "Third daughter-in-law, go to Aunt Xiufang's house and ask Shuisheng to help pass a message to the eldest son in town. Tell him that something big has happened at home and that he must come back at all costs. We can't do without him at home."

After hearing this, Mrs. Lu quickly nodded in agreement. "Don't worry, Dad. I'll do it right away. Big brother will definitely come back as soon as he receives the letter." After saying this, she turned and left in a hurry.

Turning to Mrs. Lin, Mr. Lin's tone softened a lot: "Old woman, go see how much money is left at home. No matter what, you must do your best to save Sanlang."

Mrs. Lin's eyes reddened slightly when she heard this, but she still held back her tears and nodded. "Okay, I'll go and take inventory right away."

Finally, Mr. Lin looked at Han and said comfortingly, "Second son's wife, don't worry. The most important thing now is to take good care of yourself and the baby in your belly. We will find a way together to deal with Sanlang's problem. He will definitely get better."

When Han heard what Mr. Lin said, tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall. "Thank you, Dad. I will. Sanlang will definitely get better." After saying that, she covered her face and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch for everyone.

In the kitchen, Han was busy while praying silently in her heart, hoping that Sanlang would be fine.

The younger generations in the family were taken to the next room by Xing'er, where they could temporarily avoid the worries of the adults.

They may not fully understand what is happening at home, but they can sense the oppressive atmosphere. The children's eyes are filled with curiosity and worry, and they sit together, hoping to find some comfort in each other's company.

"Dad, what happened to Sanlang?" The second son Lin Xuejin, who hurried back, sounded a little uneasy and anxious. He frowned and glanced at the room where Lin Mo was sleeping from time to time.

"Yeah, Dad, Sanlang's brain has really been damaged by drinking. I also drank secretly when I was a kid, and nothing happened." The third brother echoed.

Old Master Lin sat in the middle of the main hall, his face livid. "I think Sanlang must have picked up his bad habits from you this time!" He slammed the table, causing the teacups on it to tremble slightly with a subtle clinking sound. The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

When the third brother heard this, he quickly defended himself, "It's unfair, Dad! Although I also tasted wine secretly when I was a child, that was when I was ignorant, and I never taught Sanlang to do such a thing. You can't accuse me like this!" He shook his head as he spoke, his eyes full of innocence and grievance.

Seeing that the two were on the verge of a fight, Lin Xuejin quickly changed the subject: "Dad, let's not talk about this for now. The key is Sanlang's current situation. We have to think of a solution." He stood up and paced around the room for a few steps, looking very anxious.

"Let's eat first. When the boss comes back, we'll discuss countermeasures." Old Master Lin suppressed the anger and worry in his heart, trying to make his voice sound calm and firm.

The family sat together in silence, and the younger generations were even more cautious. They lowered their heads and did not dare to look at their elders, for fear of accidentally angering their tense family members.

The only sounds left on the table were the gentle clinking of dishes and chopsticks, and the occasional muffled sigh. Lin Xuejin tried to speak several times, but ultimately chose to remain silent, chewing his food even harder.

The third brother frowned and glanced at Grandpa Lin from time to time. He wanted to say something several times but stopped himself. In the end, he chose to remain silent, fearing that his words would make his father furious again.

"Brother, you're back!" The moment Lin Xuejin saw the eldest brother Lin Xueqin step into the door, he felt as if he saw a savior. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, quickly stood up from the stool, and walked quickly to greet him.

Lin Xueqin looked dusty and his clothes were a little messy, obviously from traveling all the way.

His face was covered with fatigue that was hard to conceal. He stopped and glanced at everyone in the family, finally landing on Old Man Lin. He asked in a low and concerned voice, "Dad, what happened at home? Why did you call me back so suddenly? I see everyone looks unhappy."

Old Master Lin sighed softly, his brows furrowed, but he still said in a calm tone: "Boss, you've been traveling all day. Take a break and have a meal."

Shen hurried to the kitchen and brought over the food left for her husband.

The setting sun was as red as blood, slowly sinking into the horizon, dyeing the sky orange-red. The afterglow shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled mottledly on the Lin family's courtyard, adding a touch of imperceptible warmth to the originally dull atmosphere.

After dinner, the men sat in the main room to discuss countermeasures, while the women went to clean the house, feed the livestock, drive the chickens into the chicken coop, and lock the door of the cowshed.

When the boss learned about Sanlang's condition, his expression immediately became serious. "Why did Sanlang suddenly become like this..." Lin Xueqian was worried.

Lin Xuejin said softly to his father, "Dad, this disease came so suddenly, could it be..."

When Mr. Lin heard this, a hint of imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say it out loud. He interrupted Lin Xueqian and said, "Second brother, don't scare yourself. Big brother, you've read a lot, so tell me how to deal with this matter."

"Sanlang's illness cannot be delayed. We must go to the clinic as soon as possible and let Mr. Song take a look to see what's going on." Lin Xueqin said to the people sitting in the main hall with a serious expression.

Old Master Lin pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement: "It's settled. Boss, you go to the clinic with the second and third brothers tomorrow morning and take Sanlang with you. Be careful on the way."

When Mrs. Lin heard this, she immediately stood up and walked out while shouting, "People from the first, second, and third families, don't just stand there, come and help prepare some dry food for the journey."

"Mom, I'll go light a fire and boil some water." The second son's wife, Han, responded and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

"Old lady, you are very skillful. Go and knead the dough and make some pancakes. Sanlang likes the ones you make." Old Mrs. Lin turned to the eldest son's wife, Shen, and said.

The eldest daughter-in-law responded and hurried to the kitchen. She turned around and called out to the third daughter-in-law, Mrs. Lu, "Third sister-in-law, what are you still doing standing there? Go to the backyard and get some dry firewood. We can't let the fire go out."