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

Mrs. Wang is carefree, but her work is very good. She repairs a bowl skillfully.

"Mother Jingwen, take a look."

"Not bad, better than that kid Shiro."

Mrs. Wang laughed non-stop at the compliment: "My husband didn't teach my son his craft, but I learned most of it."

If the bricklayer had not had to work everywhere and could not return home for several months, Mrs. Wang would have wanted to go out and earn money with her husband.

The work here at Jingwen Niang is more suitable for her.

The people behind were not to be outdone. The job was not difficult at all, and the finished products were basically perfect.

There were still two hours before noon, so I simply found a shady spot and started working.

Silang led a few boys to carry things out of the warehouse. The women were chatting about family matters and filling bowls in an orderly manner.

In a short while, hundreds of repaired bowls were spread out on the threshing ground to dry.

It looks very neat under the sun.

Lin narrowed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aunt San, it feels like a dream."

Shiro's face was rosy, and he couldn't hide the smile.

I originally thought that everything would be difficult, but after repairing each bowl one by one, I found that it seemed quite simple.

Lin was also in a good mood: "As long as you dare to think and dare to do it, nothing will be difficult."

Shiro nodded firmly.

He didn't have time to calculate how much money he could earn, but it was definitely more than before.

When they earn enough money, they will each buy a cotton coat this winter so they can stay warm until next spring.

Shi Lang laughed foolishly, but he didn't forget the serious business: "So what should we do next?"

Lin glanced at him and said, "Now that we have the output, we need to consider delivery."

Shi Lang slapped his forehead and said, "Then I'll go find Grandpa Ma Zi?"

Lin nodded and said, "We need to negotiate the rent for the ox cart and the time it will be used. We also need to negotiate the time for the brick kiln to receive the goods. You will need to coordinate all of this."

Shiro was full of confidence: "I can do it."

Lin said seriously, "This time everything is secondary. The most important thing is money."

Working is not the most important thing, what is important is making money.

If you can't get the money, everything will be in vain.

In the past, there were many examples of factories going bankrupt due to overdue debts and difficulty in cash flow.

Shi Lang rubbed the back of his head and said, "Then I'll deliver the goods. If the brick kiln doesn't pay, I'll take it back."

"You decide for yourself."

Lin gave full authority to Silang on this matter.

Silang was watching over the threshing ground, so Lin went home.

Old Mrs. Cui is picking vegetables in the vegetable garden.

A large number of fresh vegetables are competing to mature, and it is a worry to decide what to eat every day.

"Why are you back?"

As she spoke, Old Mrs. Cui handed Lin a juicy cucumber.

Lin took a bite, and the refreshing aroma of cucumber lingered in her mouth.

"Shiro is over there, so I came back."

Old Mrs. Cui was a little worried, so she gave some picked vegetables to Lin and hurried out.

Judging from the direction, they should be heading to the threshing ground.

Lin smiled, didn't stop him, and went back to the house.

The room was cooler than outside, and Lin breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she entered.

I scooped a pound of mung beans from the cabinet and prepared to cook mung bean soup.

When working in the afternoon, drinking a bowl of cool mung bean soup will make you feel much more comfortable.

The villagers don’t care about these things, but Lin likes to use limited ingredients to make life richer.

"mother?"

Cui Zhaozhao came back from outside with a red face and a leaf hanging on her head.

Lin raised her head: "Where have you been?"

Cui Zhaozhao didn't have time to go home, so he gulped down a bowl of cold water and burped.

"I went to Willow Village."