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

There was no wind at noon.

Lin woke up covered in sweat.

The three children were lying in a row on the kang, still sleeping soundly. She stepped down quietly.

I washed my face with cold water and felt much more awake.

There is another tough battle in the afternoon.

Lin took a deep breath and pushed open the door, only to see Silang huddled against the wall with his head buried in his arms.

Like a sick chicken that has been caught in the rain.

"stand up."

Shi Lang immediately raised his head and stood up: "Aunt San, are we leaving now?"

Lin instructed him calmly, "Go prepare some cement for repairs, and we'll set off once you're done."

Shiro did as he was told.

Cui Chengliang had been tossing and turning on the kang. When he heard some noise in the yard, he immediately jumped up from the kang, put on his clothes and went out.

Lin glanced at him indifferently and looked away.

Cui Chengliang touched his nose, walked to Silang and prepared the clay together.

"Aunt San, the clay is ready." Silang held a bowl with a small ball of clay in it.

"Let's go to the brick kiln."

The autumn heat is very strong, and the air is filled with dry smoke and dust.

Cui Chengliang followed behind Lin, remaining silent all the way. Silang also lowered his head dejectedly, holding the bowl and concentrating on stepping on the dry grass by the roadside.

Lin sighed.

Those who don’t know would think that the Cui family has lost everything.

"Shiro, come here."

"Third Aunt." Silang took a few quick steps, pursing his lips.

"Silang, you are a smart boy. Remember what Aunt San said: there is no such thing as a static business. Only a mind that keeps innovating can do so."

Lin looked into the distance calmly: "It doesn't matter if you lose your business, but if you yourself are defeated by setbacks, that would be the most serious problem."

Cui Chengliang stared at Lin's slender back, his proud spine as firm as a mountain.

Silang muttered, "I just feel wronged. We earned our money through hard work. Those bowls and plates were clearly not wanted by them. We didn't take them for free. We paid them money. Why can't we even earn this little money?"

Lin smiled and said, "Why are you so sure that we can't make any money? Have you forgotten what I told you before?"

Shiro's eyes were full of confusion.

“What does our business depend on?”

Shi Lang clenched the bowl in his hand: "It's clay glue, it can repair the bowl."

"That's right." Lin was very satisfied with his answer. "Our business can still continue. We used to sell to customers, but now we have changed our mindset and sell to brick kilns."

Shiro opened his mouth wide, and suddenly his vision became clear. He then touched the back of his head embarrassedly.

"I thought Third Aunt was going to ask for help from the brick kiln manager..."

He even planned to kneel down and kowtow at the gate of the brick kiln, hoping that the person in charge would feel sorry for him.

Lin interrupted him: "Begging for business is no different from begging for food. Even if we want to make money, we have to make it while standing."

Shiro memorized every word.

"Are we going to sell the mud to the brick kiln this time?"

"Yes, they don't let us sell it, which means they also want to make money from the broken bowls. If that's the case, then we can directly discuss cooperation with the brick kiln."

Si Lang was very confident: "Aunt San, can you let me go and talk to them? I want to give it a try."

Lin looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay, if you can get this deal done, Third Aunt will give you 10% of the profit, and then we'll split it 60% to 40% from now on."

Silang was full of confidence. On the rest of the journey, he was thinking alone about how to convince the brick kiln manager.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the door of the brick kiln.

Silang took two deep breaths and strode in, his eyes determined as if he was determined to die with the brick kiln.

Lin casually looked around the brick kiln. It was her first time here.

The brick kiln is located outside the village, standing alone by the river.

Not far behind the brick kiln is a village, and you can also see large tracts of farmland. Although the two villages are close, the crops in Shanghe Village are obviously not as well grown as those in Xiahe Village, and are sparse.

Lin compared them in her mind and felt a little proud, as if she saw her child's excellent report card.

"That..." Cui Chengliang mustered up the courage to speak.

Lin withdrew his thoughts and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Yesterday... I was wrong. I shouldn't have... spoken for Widow Qin." Cui Chengliang stumbled over his explanation. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but once he got the conversation started, the rest flowed more and more smoothly. "I won't speak for her again. No matter what happens, I'll stand with you."

"actually..."

"Today's incident might be my fault. This morning, Widow Qin asked me for help, and I... said some harsh words to her, drawing a line between us. Maybe she holds a grudge and this time, she exposed the fact that we sold the broken bowl."

Lin looked at him in surprise: "So that's how it is."

It was beyond her expectation.

Cui Chengliang felt full of apologies. He had thought that he could just talk things out with Widow Qin, but it ended up causing trouble.

Lin looked at him and asked without any context, "How old were you when you traveled through time?"

"Forty...forty years old." After saying that, he looked away guiltily.

In fact, he was already 49 years old when he traveled through time. He didn't know how old Lin was, so for some reason he reported a few years less.

Forty is just right for a man.

Lin nodded calmly: "I am fifty years old. Although there is a ten-year age difference, we are of the same age. Some things can be discussed openly."

Cui Chengliang nervously clutched the corner of his clothes: "You say."

"At my age, I'm no longer interested in romance. Although we are legally married, in a sense, we both traveled through time and space, so we have no relationship at all."

Cui Chengliang hummed softly.

"Couples can divorce here. If you have someone you want to be with, I agree to the divorce. It won't delay the rest of your life." Lin said softly. These words had been weighing on her heart for a long time.

Cui Chengliang hurriedly explained: "I didn't. Before you came, I planned to live alone. If I wanted to find someone, I would have found it long ago."

Lin could tell from his anxious expression that he didn't seem to be lying.

"I have no plans to look for another one. Since we both have the same idea, why don't we just continue like this for now? We can pretend to be a couple in front of the villagers, but maintain the same relationship privately and live our own lives."

Divorce would cause a lot of inconvenience to the woman, so rather than increase the difficulty, Lin would rather cooperate with Cui Chengliang.

As a fellow time traveler, she was less defensive towards him psychologically, and after spending more than a month together, she was convinced of Cui Chengliang's character.

Cui Chengliang felt like he was struck by good luck and was extremely happy.

"Okay, I agree. Let's just be friends privately. I don't even have anyone here to talk to. You have no idea how frustrated I've been these past three years."

"Then let's have a pleasant cooperation." Lin's brows showed a hint of smile.

"Pleasure, pleasure."

Cui Chengliang was as happy as a little boy.

After talking it all out, I felt not only happy, but also relaxed and indescribably happy.

Not only is Lin's personality similar to his wife in his previous life, but even their ages are similar.

Maybe this is God's beautiful arrangement.

He is already very content to be able to be friends. To be honest, if they really get along like a couple, he would not be used to it.

Everything is just right.