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

(The previous chapter was deleted and rewritten. To express my apology, the two chapters are combined into one big chapter full of sincerity.)

The children of the second wife are no longer so afraid of Old Lady Cui.

Seeing that grandma wanted to see, they all made room for her. Old Mrs. Cui looked at them one by one. Perhaps it was because of her age that her eyesight was not good, but to her, most of the pottery looked intact.

Seeing her look at one of the pottery basins for several times, Mrs. Lin picked up the basin and put it into Old Lady Cui's arms.

"No, no, no, you still need to sell it for money. When you can't sell all the leftovers, we can take them home."

Lin took the basin aside and said, "If you like it, of course I'll keep it for you. Mother is much more important than money."

Xiao Qi jumped up and down beside him: "Grandma is the most important!"

Old Mrs. Cui was so amused that she smiled from ear to ear. Her eyesight was poor and she couldn't help, so she happily carried the basin back to the house and left the yard to Lin.

When Cui Zhaozhao came back from the mountain, he saw the yard filled with various pottery and people were sorting them.

"Aunt San, this one is a little deformed, but there are no other problems."

"Then put it in first place."

"Aunt San's bowl has cracks on the outside, but not inside."

Lin took it and looked it over, "What a pity. Let's put it in the third class."

Cui Zhaozhao watched everyone working in an orderly manner. Different pottery pieces were divided into first, second and third grades according to the degree of damage.

Lin's legs felt numb after squatting for so long. When she stood up, she saw Cui Zhaozhao standing behind her.

"There's water in the house, but it's cold now. Come in and have a drink."

"Don't worry." Cui Zhaozhao pushed his mother to the shade. "Mom, take a rest. I'll do it."

Just now, she understood her mother's classification standards from behind, and worked with Shilang and others to classify the remaining pottery.

Lin was not idle either, and counted the number.

There are eighteen at level one, thirty-one at level two, and twenty-six at level three.

Others were too badly damaged to be used.

However, being able to distribute so much has already exceeded the estimated amount.

Several people gathered the remaining unwanted porcelain and fragments from outside the wall together.

Silang fetched water, Cui Zhaozhao and Lidong cleaned the yard, and Wulang asked Cui Jingwen for some ink, added water to make light ink, and used a branch dipped in the light ink to mark different types of pottery.

The first-class ones have one ink dot on the bottom of the bowl, the second-class ones have two dots, and the third-class ones have three dots.

After the ink is dry, rinse the bowl with water to remove the dirt and dust on it.

Lin washed her hands and went back to the house to cook.

The flour had been prepared in advance. The flour bought from the supermarket was a bit too white, so Lin mixed some buckwheat in it. In order to increase the nutrition, he also beat three eggs and added milk.

Mash the steamed red beans into a paste, add three spoons of sugar and mix, divide into small balls, and wrap them with dough.

While the bean paste was steaming, Cui Zhaozhao picked the wild vegetables he had dug up, blanched them in water, and mixed them into a cold dish.

Lin was busy in the house, and outside Old Man Cui and Cui Chengliang had just returned from the fields.

Old man Cui was humming a tune, looking energetic.

The twelve acres of land were better than I had imagined. A shovelful of soil covered the entire field. The soil that came up was dark and black. No matter what you planted, you would get a good harvest every year.

As soon as Old Man Cui entered the door, he saw several children busy washing jars and he couldn't stop smiling.

This is prosperity!

Old man Cui looked at the different jars in the yard with a smile, picked up a bowl and looked around, and found that it had cracks. He took two steps and was about to put the bowl down, but Xiaoqi beside him said that it could not be placed here.

"This bowl is third-rate and should be placed in that pile."

Xiao Qi pointed to the place where he was just now.

Old Man Cui raised his eyebrows, smiled and put it back as Xiaoqi asked.

"Grandpa, listen to Xiaoqi. Our Xiaoqi is young, but he does things in an organized way. He's good." Old man Cui smiled and picked up Xiaoqi.

Xiao Qi was a little shy after being praised: "It's not me, it's Aunt San's rule."

Even though it was the first time that Grandpa held him, he still had to tell the truth.

When he heard the name Lin, a strange look flashed in Cui Chengliang's eyes. From what Xiaoqi said, it seemed that Lin had classified pottery into different grades.

He picked up the bowl that Old Man Cui had just been looking at.

"Is third class the worst?"

Shiro replied, "Yes, first class is the best."

Cui Chengliang took another closer look at the third-grade bowl. The bowl did not have any major flaws, just a crack on the outside, but the inside was still intact.

If the cracks could be patched, this bowl should be considered first-class.

In his previous life, he had seen that porcelain could be repaired with shellac. There was no shellac here, but there was tree gum in the mountains. He wondered if it could be used as a substitute.

Cui Chengliang put down the bowl and thought about going to the mountain after dinner.

The pottery that had been washed was dried in the yard.

Lin called the children into the house to eat, but none of them came. Finally, Lin picked up a few red bean paste buns and gave them to Silang, and secretly gave him two eggs.

Silang was surprised: "Aunt San gave us eggs yesterday, which is enough for us to eat."

Lin smiled and tapped his forehead: "You secretly gave the driver two eggs when Auntie San didn't see?"

Shi Lang thought no one saw him, so he rubbed his nose awkwardly: "That's not..."

"Okay, you did a great job. Auntie will pay for the eggs. Put them in the account first, and then deduct the money for the two eggs when you divide the bill."

Shiro didn't understand what splitting the bill meant, but he understood deduction, so he accepted the eggs.

Although the red bean paste buns don’t look good, they are filled with plenty of ingredients and taste sweet and delicious with a milky aroma.

After dinner, the children moved the pottery to the small vegetable garden behind the east room and covered it tightly with straw.

The sun was blazing.

The village fell silent for a short while.

Cui Chengliang walked up the mountain.

There are several old poplar trees on the mountain, and their trunks are covered with translucent yellow gum all year round.

In his previous life, when he first started working in a shoe factory as a teenager, the factory used poplar gum instead of industrial glue to save costs.

Although he didn't know whether poplar gum could be used to stick pottery, he was sure that poplar gum was non-toxic.

The mountains are very quiet, so quiet that even the mountain breeze seems to be taking a nap.

Cui Chengliang listened to his own breathing and broke the gum off the trunk. Soon he had a small handful.

He didn't know why he wanted to do this. He might seem like a fool, but he just wanted to do something for the Lin family.

Mrs. Lin is really an outstanding person. Her children are well-educated and well-mannered, and she is also brave and wise beyond her appearance.

He is not as good as her.

I have been traveling through time for three years, but apart from hydroponics, I have not dared to use any of the knowledge I learned in my previous life.

At first, I seemed to see the shadow of my wife in my previous life in her. Perhaps mixed with selfish motives, I subconsciously paid attention to her every move.

Being suspected, discovering chestnuts, finding a water source...

He saw everything, from admiration to respect, but in the end he felt more and more that he was not worthy of her.

Even if she raises the child alone, she can still live a prosperous life.

She doesn't need to rely on anyone.

He really seemed to see the shadow of his wife in her.

Confidence, composure, tenacity, courage...

Before, he had been extremely grateful that he had traveled to the village. The emperor was far away and no one would pay attention to him, an insignificant person.

Now he regretted very much that he had concealed his abilities too much before. Now when he met someone he admired, the only thing he could show off was his farming skills.

He didn't want to hide his incompetence anymore, because if he did, he would become a native farmer.

After Cui Chengliang collected some more poplar gum and was about to go down the mountain, he heard a series of footsteps on the mountain.

He bent down and hid himself behind the bushes, listening to the chaotic footsteps and slowly frowned.

It’s lunchtime now, why are there so many people going up the mountain?

The footsteps didn't pass by him. When they were still a few dozen meters away, they turned a corner and disappeared.

This distance should lead to the chestnut forest.

But the water has been brought down the mountain, and the villagers will not go to such great lengths to fetch water up the mountain.

Cui Chengliang had a bad guess in his mind and followed quietly.

"Damn it! Xiahe Village actually dug out water from the mountain."

"This is really weird. Why are all the good stuff in Xiahe Village, but there's nothing here?"

Cui Chengliang listened to the sounds in the woods. Are they people from Willow Village?

"Stop yelling, hurry up and get the water and go back. If they find us, they'll tie us up and take us to the county government office."

The man who had just spoken cursed: "If you don't teach me a lesson, you really take yourself too seriously, bah!"

The man who had just spoken untied his belt between the leaves and said, "Let the grandchildren taste the boy's urine that I have treasured for thirty years."

Cui Chengliang was so angry that his eyes were spitting fire and he clenched his back teeth tightly.

Willow Village is too arrogant.

But there were more than a dozen people in Willow Village, so no matter how angry they were, they couldn't show their faces now. He looked deeply at the people in Willow Village, especially the one who went into the water...

He turned around and walked quickly down the mountain.

After hearing what Cui Chengliang said, the village head became so angry that his eyes turned red.

"These cowards, not only stole our water, but also wasted it! Let's go, call for help, and go up the mountain!"

The village head had no doubt about Cui Chengliang's words. If ten honest and reliable people were to be picked out from the entire village, Cui Chengliang would be among the top few.

The water in the village was discovered by Cheng Liang's family and is the result of the efforts of the entire village. It is not the turn of the scum of Liushu Village to destroy it.

When a group of people from Xiahe Village arrived at the chestnut forest, the place was empty.

"Uncle Lizheng, look at this."

The village head looked in the direction the man pointed and was so angry that his nose was crooked.

There's more than a ton of history beneath the stone wall (I'll protect your perception!), and a spring flows by...

Everyone present had a dark face. Willow Village was really going too far!

"Uncle Village Chief, let's go kill these bastards!"

The village chief supported his shaky body against a tree trunk, waved his hand, and asked people to quickly clean up those disgusting things.

"We haven't caught anyone yet. If we continue to fight like this, they won't admit their wrongdoing and we'll be the ones causing the trouble."

"So we're just going to swallow this? I can't bear it!"

The one who was speaking was Dazhi. The water was discovered by his third brother, who also saved his son's life. This spring water was more important to him than anyone else.

"Who said we should endure it?" The village head took a deep breath. "But fighting and killing isn't the best solution. Let's go down the mountain first."

A group of men, filled with anger, followed the village head down the mountain.

The village at the foot of the mountain has awakened from its slumber.

In the fields, women were tending the land while chatting loudly.

"I already planted the cucumber seedlings yesterday. You don't need to rush me. Come to my house to transplant the seedlings later."

"That's great! I've planted loofahs in my vegetable garden. Come pick them in the fall."

The village head stood at the foot of the mountain, listening to their lively conversation and looking at the land that had finally regained its vitality, his eyes gradually became sharp.

Lin was awakened by a series of chirping sounds.

The chicks that were originally sleeping in a ball in the outer room are now awake and pecking around in the inner room for food.

Three children were sleeping in a row on the kang. Lin got off the kang quietly and just as she stepped on her shoes and was about to put them on, she shuddered and stood on tiptoe.

A chick is curled up in the shoe.

After putting on her shoes, she picked up the poor little chicken and saw it standing confidently in her palm. Lin smiled and nodded her head.

They are so small that they can be stepped on easily if you are not careful, so we still have to build a chicken coop for them.

I grabbed a handful of millet from the cupboard and gently called them outside. There was a broken bowl outside, with only the bottom of the bowl left, which was just right for them to use as a food bowl.

Old man Cui had just woken up and went out to see three chicks swaying left and right following Lin.

"Where did you get this chicken?"

Lin paused and said with a smile, "My sister-in-law brought it this morning. I asked for money, but she refused to take it."

Old Man Cui followed the chicken with his eyes. "Your sister-in-law is like that. She won't listen to anyone when she makes up her mind. I'll just give it to you and raise it. We're family after all."

Life is about give and take.

"I'll go to the fields this afternoon to catch some bugs for them," Old Man Cui said with a laugh. "I don't know where the third child has gone. Have you seen him?"

"I just came out too." Lin shook his head.

As he was speaking, Cui Chengliang pushed the door open and came back with a grim look on his face.

"Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the day? Where have you been?"

Seeing that Lin was there, Cui Chengliang's expression relaxed.

"I went to the mountains, let's go down to the ground first."

The village head didn't know what his plan was, but he sent them back after they came down the mountain, saying that he would go back to think of a solution. Dazhi was so angry that he kept muttering in his ear all the way.

Cui Chengliang went back to the house, changed his clothes for working in the fields, and went to the fields with Old Man Cui.

It just so happened that the pile of broken pottery pieces was useless, so Lin cleaned up the corner of the outer wall of the vegetable garden behind the east room and used the broken pottery pieces to build a chicken coop.

When Silang and Wulang heard that their third aunt was going to build a chicken coop, they volunteered to help.

Wulang and Lidong went to the foot of the mountain to dig yellow mud, Silang smashed the fragments with a hammer at home, and Lin and Cui Zhaozhao carried the small pieces to the backyard.

Old Mrs. Cui passed by and took a look. Seeing the chirping chicks, she covered her chest and went back to the upper room.

When I see the little chicks, I think of the stolen chickens, and my heart aches.

Just when they were about to lay eggs, they were all stolen by Silang and his men and eaten by Feng.

That sucks.

Youxi came in from outside and was startled.

"What happened to Fourth Brother? Why did you smash all the bowls?"

If he broke a bowl at home, his father would beat him. He would beat him every time he ate. Last time, he beat him for three meals in a row.

It will take until the New Year to beat up these fragments on the ground, right?

Silang wanted to tell him, but when he thought about his aunt who still had to rely on this to make money, he didn't answer.

"How did you come?"

Youxi slapped his forehead and said, "My grandfather asked me to call Third Aunt, saying he has something to discuss."

Silang went to the backyard to pass on the message.

Lin brushed off the dust on her body, washed her hands, and followed Youxi to the headman's house.

We have water now, so what else is there to discuss?