Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Shiro shuddered with fright.

"I, I'm not in a hurry... My second brother hasn't, I..."

He shook his head like a rattle and couldn't even speak complete sentences.

"This boy is still shy. He will get married sooner or later. I will feel at ease only if I know his background and background. There are many girls in our village, such as my daughter Shuihua..."

Wang's eldest sister-in-law's eyes lit up, like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, the more she looked, the more satisfied she became.

I heard that Silang is now doing business with the Lin family, carrying a bamboo basket into the city every day. He is brave and can endure hardships.

Lin had run a breakfast shop in the city before, so he must have plenty of experience in this area.

Shuihua likes to tinker with food. After marrying Silang, the couple can go to the city to run a food shop.

It's a match made in heaven.

Shiro's face flushed red, and he hugged his knees, almost curling up into a ball.

Lin smiled and came to his rescue: "I haven't seen Shuihua's father in such a long time since I came back to the village. I heard that Shuihua's father is the best bricklayer in the whole area."

"I wouldn't call him outstanding." The eldest sister-in-law of the Wang family waved her hand modestly. "I was an apprentice for a few years when I was young. In recent years, I have been working with the county bricklaying team. Last month, he said he was going to another county to build a villa for the family of a wealthy man. He won't be back for a month or two."

Lin praised earnestly, "The fact that the houses of wealthy families are so exquisite proves that Shuihua's father's craftsmanship is really good."

The eldest sister-in-law of the Wang family completely forgot about Silang and started talking incessantly.

"Shuihua's father told me that when rich people build houses, they dig a hole underneath and leave a small hole at the base of the wall outside. In winter, they keep a fire roaring in the hole, and a special maid keeps watch and adds firewood. There's no smoke in the house, but it's still warm."

Lin's eyes lit up. Ancient version of floor heating.

"When will Splash Dad come back this time?"

"I think he'll be back in a few days. He usually finishes work around the time of the autumn harvest. What's wrong?"

Lin smiled and said that she also wanted to build a house.

The eldest sister-in-law of the Wang family slapped her thigh and said, "Building a house is a big deal. When Shuihua's father comes back this time, let him bring a few people to build it for your family."

In just a few words, the matter was settled.

On the way back to the village, Lin learned a lot about building houses.

The bricklaying team usually has no major work after the autumn harvest and will not go out of the village to work until the beginning of spring the following year.

During the few months of rest, he would take odd jobs in nearby villages, repairing roofs for one family and building cow sheds for another.

Lin and Wang's eldest sister-in-law agreed to wait for Shuihua's father to return to the village before discussing the specific details.

Walking on the village road, Lin unconsciously observed the vacant land in the village, and his mood became very good when he thought about building a house.

Yu was also happy for her: "By the time Lichun's father comes back, we can ask him to help with the rough labor."

Shiro also expressed his willingness to help.

Lin agreed with a smile.

When I entered the yard, the others had not returned yet and the old house was quiet.

Silang took out thirty coins and went out excitedly.

The three carts of pottery we bought last time have all been sold out. We have to buy some more quickly, otherwise there will be nothing to sell tomorrow.

The door of the upper house was open.

Mrs. Cui was chopping leeks: "Don't cook at noon, I'm going to make dumplings."

Lin took a look and immediately smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, mother. I have a treat at noon. I haven't eaten leeks for a long time."

"The first batch of leeks is the freshest, and they are watered with mountain spring water. I always try them at noon."

Planting seeds is a big event of the year, and Mrs. Cui is not stingy at all.

Although there was no meat, there were two eggs left at home. I put them in a pan with oil and fry them into egg crumbs, then mixed them into the stuffing. The taste was not much worse than meat.

Lin went back to the house and took out the fat residue left over from yesterday.

"It just so happened that I made lard yesterday and there's some fat left."

Old Mrs. Cui leaned over to take a look and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

The fat residue is slightly yellowish, and some fat slices are still white. It has not been boiled clean at all, and at least two taels of oil can be fried.

“You…” Old Mrs. Cui endured it again and again, turned her head to the side, and said, “Put it on the stove.”

Lin put it down with a smile.

If the fat residue is burnt, it will taste bitter and unhealthy to eat, so it is just right to fry it like this.

Mrs. Lin happened to have nothing to do, so she made dumplings with Old Mrs. Cui. The dumpling wrappers were made of white flour mixed with buckwheat flour.

Food was precious, so Old Mrs. Cui rolled the dumpling wrappers very thin and stuffed them with fillings.

Lin's hands flew as she put in a lot of stuffing. The dumplings were pinched like small ingots and placed neatly on the panel, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Old Mrs. Cui was secretly shocked. In comparison, the dumplings she made looked uglier and uglier.

It must be said that the third son's wife is really good at everything, whether at home or outside, any one of her abilities is better than others.

Although she was not as skilled as others, Old Lady Cui accepted the challenge and went to the stove to light the fire.

As soon as the dumplings were put into the pot, Shilang ran back in a panic.

“The brick kiln, the brick kiln said they won’t sell to us anymore!”

Silang was anxious and afraid, and his voice was choked with sobs at the end.

Lin wiped her hands quickly and walked into the yard: "Don't be anxious, talk slowly."

Shiro sniffed and tried his best to speak clearly.

"...The brick kiln seemed to know that we were selling the leftovers. As soon as I went to take charge, they sent someone to chase me away and said they would not sell to us anymore..."

Lin's heart tightened and she hurriedly checked Silang's body.

"Aunt San, I wasn't beaten. I saw that something was wrong, so I turned around and ran back." Silang explained.

Lin finally felt relieved, felt sorry for Silang, and was also a little angry.

She suppressed her emotions and smiled gently at him.

"Don't worry, Auntie San is here. Let's eat first and talk after dinner."

Shiro didn't know what was wrong with him and suddenly wanted to cry.

On the way back, he was worried that his third aunt would blame him for not buying the ceramic bowl, and he was afraid to see his third aunt's disappointed look.

But Third Aunt's first reaction was to worry about whether he was injured.

"Third Aunt..."

"Okay, I don't want to think about it anymore." Lin patted his back. "Grandma made some dumplings for lunch, they'll be ready soon. Go to the fields and call your grandfather and second brother back."

"it is good."

Shi Lang wiped away his tears, turned around and ran out.

Old Mrs. Cui was filled with worry: "If the brick kiln doesn't sell to us, we won't be able to make any money in the future."

Although she didn't know how much Lin could earn, Silang bought a shiny hoe after selling it two or three times.

A hoe costs at least two cents, you can imagine how much money you can make.

Lin consoled him, "I'll go to the brick kiln this afternoon to check on the situation. At worst, we can do other business."

Mrs. Cui didn't understand business matters, but she couldn't let her family be bullied: "The brick kiln is bullying us by taking advantage of its power. Stop bullying. Call Chengliang to come with us, and call Dalang too."

After counting, there are only four male members of the Cui family who can support the family, including Erlang. Old Mrs. Cui is even more worried.

"We're here to discuss business, not to cause trouble. Don't worry, Mom." Lin pointed to the pot, "The dumplings are about to be overcooked."

Old Mrs. Cui cried out and quickly used a colander to fish out the dumplings.

The dumplings were cooked until they were plump and then drained, filling six large plates.

"Mom, we are back."

Cui Zhaozhao had just returned from Liushu Village and walked into the yard with light steps.