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

Everyone in the Cui family has their own things to do.

There is no need to mention the Lin mother and daughter.

Cui Jingwen took on the job of accounting, counting the workers in the threshing ground and recording the number of repairs completed.

Silang stared at the threshing ground, where Old Man Cui and several children were busy working in the fields.

Cui Chengliang was concerned about Lin's business and would go there whenever he had time. Although he knew nothing would go wrong, he felt at ease just by taking a look.

Even Mrs. Cui, who doesn't like to go out, can go there twice a day.

The threshing ground was operating in an orderly manner. It was not a difficult job. After a few women became proficient in it, they chatted and laughed, and a few more bowls and basins were repaired at their feet.

But Silang and Youxi and the other guys were very busy carrying things back and forth.

The bustling scene even brought a smile to Old Mrs. Cui's face, and she couldn't suppress the smile.

As soon as Lin walked out of the hospital, she ran into Old Mrs. Cui.

"Third wife, what's in this bucket?"

Lin looked up, put down the wooden barrel in her hand, and stood up.

It seems that Old Mrs. Cui was very satisfied after visiting the threshing ground.

His eyes became slits from laughing.

"I made some mung bean soup and shared it with everyone."

The price of mung beans is now comparable to that of refined rice. In the past, Old Mrs. Cui would have felt very sad and scolded Mrs. Lin for not knowing how to live.

But she was in a good mood now and lifted the muslin from the barrel.

"You've thought it through." Old Mrs. Cui moved her nose, smelling the aroma of mung beans, as if she had already drunk it.

Lin’s dish uses plenty of mung beans, so one person can not only drink the soup but also eat half a bowl of mung beans.

Old Mrs. Cui also saw that the bottom of the clear mung bean soup was covered with cooked mung beans.

Some beans have burst through their outer skins, revealing green bean paste.

The third son's wife is good in every way except that she is too lenient with her family.

"Put less beans next time. If you put too much, it will make your mouth bitter." Old Mrs. Cui couldn't help but whispered.

Lin smiled and said, "I've never cooked so much before, so I accidentally put too much in. I'll be more careful next time. By the way, I've left a pot of it at home, drying it in the yard. Mom can drink a bowl to cool down."

"Okay."

Old Mrs. Cui walked briskly into the yard, and Mrs. Lin picked up the bucket and walked towards the threshing ground.

The bucket containing mung bean soup was the same bucket used to fetch water. The wood chosen was very thick. With half a bucket of mung bean soup in it, he staggered while carrying it in his hand.

Lin took turns with his hands, figuring that after a couple of breaks, he would be able to carry it over.

Try to think about things at the same time to distract yourself.

After deducting the rent and labor costs from the money for repairing the bowls, I should get about ten taels of silver.

Just right for building a house.

As for the location, she had already thought of it, which was the empty room where the village headman had stored the diseased chickens last time.

The terrain there is high, neither far nor close to other people in the village. It is in the village, but there are no other neighbors within a few hundred meters.

When the door is closed, the aroma of whatever you eat at home will not be able to reach other people's homes.

Very suitable.

She also asked the village head, and since the original owner of the house no longer lived there, she could just buy it directly from the village.

About five taels of silver would be enough.

It just so happened that I made an appointment with Wang’s sister-in-law last time, and we can start construction after the autumn harvest.

After the autumn harvest, the village is most fully staffed. By hiring more people, the whole family can move into the new house before winter.

A house is a home and the foundation of a person. When Lin thought about this, the fatigue in his arms was relieved a lot, and he walked faster and faster.

"Give me."

A big hand snatched the barrel from behind.

Lin was stunned and subconsciously let go of his hand.