New ink fragrance in old times

It was late at night, and the moonlight filtered through the window lattice, casting patches of light into the only dimly lit room in the Lin family, adding a touch of softness to the quiet night.

Lin Siyuan sat on the edge of the bed, holding a yellowed, thread-bound book, his eyes constantly drifting to Lin Sixuan, who was buried in a sea of books at the table across from him. The dim light elongated Lin Sixuan's figure, making him appear particularly focused and resolute.

"Brother, it's getting late, you should go to bed early." Lin Siyuan finally couldn't help but speak, with some concern in his voice.

He gently put down the book in his hand, stood up, and slowly walked towards Lin Sixuan. Every step seemed to be stepping on the tranquility of the night, for fear of disturbing his concentration.

Lin Sixuan raised his head, his eyes moving away from the densely packed lines, and looked at Lin Siyuan. A trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by a warm smile.

"Erlang, you go to sleep first. I'm almost done reading this book. I'll take a rest after I finish it." He said as he gently closed the book, but his fingers still involuntarily stroked the cover, as if he was still not satisfied with the contents of the book.

"Brother, you work hard in the fields during the day and stay up late to study at night. How can your body bear it?" Lin Siyuan stood beside Lin Sixuan, frowning, his tone full of unquestionable persistence.

Lin Sixuan sighed and turned to look out the window, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "Erlang, you don't understand how lucky I am to have the opportunity to study. I don't want my brother and I to be trapped in this land forever. I want to find a better way out for us through studying."

When Lin Siyuan heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart, and at the same time, he became more determined in his thoughts.

"Brother, I know what you're thinking, and I support you. But without a healthy body, how can you achieve those lofty ambitions? Go and rest first. I'll give you the book tomorrow morning."

Having said that, Lin Siyuan reached out and gently took the book from Lin Sixuan's hand without saying anything, and placed it carefully on the table, as if it was an extremely precious treasure.

His movements were gentle yet firm, revealing a sense of urgency.

Lin Sixuan looked at Lin Siyuan's eyes full of concern, a warm feeling surged in his heart, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he finally nodded.

"Okay, Jilang, I'll listen to you. But you should also remember to rest early and don't make me worry."

After saying that, Lin Sixuan stood up, stretched, and loosened his muscles and bones that had become stiff from sitting for a long time.

Lin Siyuan hurried forward, helped his brother to the bed, and carefully made the bedding for him. Only after seeing him lying down safely did he extinguish the oil lamp, open the door, and return to his room.

Night returns to tranquility again.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning quietly penetrated into the Lin family's courtyard, covering this simple and warm home with a golden coat.

Lin Mo was awakened by the singing of birds outside the window. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and felt the freshness and hope in the air.

He dressed quickly and tiptoed out of the room.

When he arrived at the backyard, the scene in front of him brightened his eyes - his grandfather, father and third uncle were busy moving around in the yard, their figures looked particularly tall and powerful in the sunlight.

Lin Wenhong was seen bending over, holding a shovel tightly in both hands. Every time he swung the shovel, he accurately threw a shovel of soil onto the pile of soil that had been prepared on the side.

Lin Xuejin was using wooden boards and ropes to make a simple earthen mold, which was a tool for making earthen bricks. His eyes were focused and serious.

Lin Xuebao would bring in fresh soil from outside from time to time. His steps were brisk and powerful, and his face was filled with anticipation for the upcoming changes.

Seeing this, Lin Mo was very curious. He walked forward quickly and asked curiously, "Grandpa, Dad, Third Uncle, what are you busy with? Why is there so much dirt?"

Lin Wenhong looked up and said with a smile, "Sanlang, look at this yard! We're going to build a new house!"

Lin Xuejin smiled and said, "Yes, Sanlang, you and your Silang will live in the same room then."

When Lin Mo heard this, his eyes lit up, as if stars were twinkling in his eyes. "Really?"

He could hardly believe his ears. The joy in his heart surged like a tide, making him almost want to jump up and cheer.

"Of course, your father and your third uncle are busy preparing the materials." Lin Wenhong said to Lin Mo with a smile.

Lin Mo quickly rolled up his sleeves, eager to try. "I'll help mix the mud and make the mold!" he shouted excitedly.

So, Lin Mo joined this busy team.

He followed Lin Xuejin's example, carefully adding an appropriate amount of water to the pile of soil and stomping on it with his feet until the soil became soft and sticky.

Although this process seems simple, it actually requires great patience and carefulness. Lin Mo soon felt the difficulty of it, but he did not give up. Instead, he worked even harder.

Next, he helped pour the mixed mud into the clay mold, patted it gently with a wooden board, and carefully turned the clay mold over. Then, neatly formed bricks appeared before his eyes. Although his hands were stained black by the mud and his clothes were soaked with sweat, his face always wore a smile of satisfaction and happiness.

Lin Mo became happier and happier as he worked. He thought happily: I will finally have my own room. It is really like searching for a needle in a haystack, but finally I got it without any effort. I feel happy just thinking about it.

Lin Mo's mouth curled up unconsciously: I had been planning how to tell the Lin family about my living alone, but it had been put on hold due to the busy farming season. Now I don't have to do it myself, the Lin family did it themselves, which is great.

"I'll help too!" At this time, Lin Sizhe was also attracted by the lively scene, ran out of the house and joined them.

Although the little guy is young, he does his work very decisively. He imitates Lin Mo and mixes mud and makes clay molds carefully. Although his movements are a bit clumsy, his seriousness and hard work move everyone.

Just as Lin Mo and Lin Sizhe were immersed in their endless reverie about their new room, a familiar voice interrupted their conversation.

"Okay, come and wash your hands and have breakfast." Old Mrs. Lin said to the people busy in the backyard.

"Grandma, we'll be there soon!" Lin Mo responded, then took Lin Sizhe's hand and ran towards the well in the yard together.

They scooped water from the wooden barrel and washed the dirt off their bodies.

At the dinner table, Lin Mo wolfed down his food, mentally planning to finish the meal quickly so he could continue making mud.

Seeing this, Han patted his back gently and said worriedly, "Sanlang, eat slowly and don't choke. You look so anxious, as if someone wants to snatch the food from you."

Lin Mo looked up and smiled innocently: "Mom, it's okay, don't worry, I will pay attention."

Lin Mo said this, but his eating speed did not slow down at all.

Chapter 92 Why not bring Saburo along?