New ink fragrance in old times

Suddenly, Mrs. Lin's eyes fell on Lin Sixuan, "Dalang, after dinner, come with me to the town."

Upon hearing this, Lin Sixuan paused his chopsticks slightly, then raised his head. A hint of confusion flashed across his eyes, but soon turned into understanding and obedience. He nodded to Old Lady Lin, "I understand, Grandma."

Lin Mo listened from the side. Although he was curious, he changed his mind and thought that this had nothing to do with him. What he cared about most at the moment was the progress of the new house. So he buried his head and quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, secretly thinking about how to add more mud later.

After the meal, Mrs. Lin began to pack the food carefully.

Her movements were gentle and careful, as if every grain of rice and every bean carried the hope and future of her family.

Seeing this, Lin Wenhong put down his pipe, walked to Old Lady Lin, and said softly, "Bring a bushel of rice and a liter of beans."

Old Mrs. Lin looked up at Lin Wenhong in shock, her eyes full of confusion. "Old man, you're wrong, aren't you? A bushel of rice? Although our family isn't poor, this is too much."

Lin Wenhong sighed softly, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He patted the back of Mrs. Lin's hand and said earnestly:

"I know this isn't easy, but this time is different. We're doing this for Dalang's future, for the future of the Lin family. When asking someone to do something for you, you have to be sincere."

"But this matter has not been settled yet." Old Mrs. Lin murmured to herself with a barely perceptible tremor.

Hearing this, Lin Wenhong shook his head slightly, a look of determination flashing in his eyes: "That's why we must go all out."

Old Mrs. Lin knew that this was related to the future of her eldest grandson and she couldn't be careless. So, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind to load the food, her heart bleeding.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, dappling onto the Lin family's courtyard, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet morning.

The three daughters-in-law of the Lin family, Lu, Shen and Han, were all busy with housework. The occasional conversations echoed in the yard, making it seem particularly harmonious.

When several people heard the noise in the Tai room, they stood up curiously and looked towards the half-open door.

I saw Old Mrs. Lin carefully putting the freshly milled rice from yesterday into a coarse cloth bag. The rice grains were plump and exuded an enticing aroma.

Mrs. Lu was confused, put down the work in her hands, and walked towards Mrs. Lin.

"Mom, what are you doing? Are you taking this rice to town to sell?" There was some confusion in Lu's voice.

Upon hearing this, Shen walked towards Old Lady Lin and said softly, "Yes, mother, please leave it alone and let me do it."

Mrs. Lin continued her movements as she smiled and said to Shen, "Good girl, it's enough that you have this intention. Our family has a good harvest this year, and we have a lot of new grain. I thought of bringing some to my in-laws to try, so that they can also share in our family's joy."

Upon hearing this, Shen said, "Mother..."

Mrs. Lin patted the back of Shen's hand gently, her eyes full of relief. "I originally wanted you to take this opportunity to go back to your parents' home, but Liu Lang is still young and can't leave you. I decided to take Da Lang with me. While we're at home, we can go meet his grandfather."

Upon hearing this, Shen's eyes reddened slightly, and she called out gratefully, "Thank you, mother."

At this time, Lin Sixuan came in from outside: "Grandma, I'm done."

Mrs. Lin nodded and said with a smile, "Okay."

Lin Sixuan looked at the busy old lady Lin and made his suggestion: "Grandma, why don't you take Sanlang with you? It's a good opportunity for him to go and recognize people."

Mrs. Lin pondered for a moment, and then nodded, thinking that what Dalang said made sense. "Alright, let him go."

Then, she turned to Han and said, "Go and call him. Tell him to change into clean clothes and go to town with Dalang and me later."

When Han heard this, a joyful smile suddenly broke out on her face. "Okay, Mom, I'll go right away." As she said that, she walked quickly to the backyard, secretly thinking about how to persuade Lin Mo to go with her.

In the backyard, Lin Mo was busy, sweating profusely, helping to make the clay model. Lin Mo's heart was filled with longing for the future, thinking that if he contributed more, the new house would be completed soon and he would have a space that truly belonged to him.

Han's arrival interrupted his thoughts. "Sanlang, grandma is calling you. Stop busying yourself, change your clothes, and go to town with grandma and Dalang."

Lin Mo originally planned to refuse Han, but when he looked at Han's bulging belly and eager eyes, although he was extremely reluctant, he finally nodded, silently put down the dirt in his hand, turned around and went back to the house to change clothes.

Old Mrs. Lin, Lin Sixuan, and Lin Mo carried their backpacks and went to the town together.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, dappling onto the winding path, and the wild flowers on both sides sway in the wind.

Lin Sixuan turned to look at Lin Mo beside him, his eyes full of tenderness and patience.

He stopped, reached out and gently patted the trunk of an old locust tree beside him, as if he was saying hello to it, or as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"This is where Jiro and I used to play when we were little."

He smiled and said to Lin Mo, "Back then, we always climbed up this tree, competing to see who could climb higher and see farther." As he spoke, he looked up at the treetops, a glimmer of nostalgia in his eyes.

Lin Mo followed Lin Sixuan's gaze and saw the old locust tree with lush branches and leaves. Lin Mo nodded.

Lin Sixuan smiled and continued walking forward, saying as he walked: "Later, we caught fish by the river.

In the summer, I would sneak away to go swimming in the river behind the village, even though I was always punished by my grandmother. Speaking of this, Lin Sixuan seemed to have returned to his carefree childhood, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

Lin Mo listened to Lin Sixuan's story, with a longing glint in his eyes.

He has lived in the city since he was a child and is full of novelty and curiosity about this kind of rural life.

He quickened his pace, caught up with Lin Sixuan, and asked, "Do you have a lot of playmates?"

Lin Sixuan nodded and said, "Yes, I have many playmates. We played together when we were young, and went to community school together when we grew up."

Lin Sixuan pointed to a place not far ahead: "It's right there. Go over this hill and walk a short distance, and you'll find the community school."

Lin Mo nodded and asked, "Is the community school so far?"

Lin Sixuan shook his head: "There is a community school for every hundred households. We also have schools in our village, but they are all clan schools. Erlang and I didn't go there. We went to the community school next to the town to study."

As the two talked, time passed quietly, and before they knew it, they had reached the edge of the town. The smoke from the cooking stoves rose above the town, reflecting the beauty of the mountains in the distance, forming a warm and harmonious picture.

Chapter 93: In-laws, why are you here?