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

Ever since Dahei came to recuperate, Xiaoliu has been like a responsible caregiver, never leaving his side.

Unfortunately, there is no elastic band here. After tying the cloth strips, Dahei can only blink his eyes pitifully and can't even drink water.

After lunch, Lin heated up the porridge left over from the morning, untied the cloth strips for Dahei, and had a relaxing meal.

Lin carefully observed the wound. There was a little redness and swelling around the wound, but no bleeding. He wiped the dried blood around the wound with cotton cloth dipped in clean water and sprinkled it with healing medicine.

But this time I didn't continue to tie the cloth strips. Since the bleeding has stopped, I'd better not cover it up. The weather is so hot, and it would be bad if it gets infected again.

"Xiao Liu, keep an eye on it and don't let Dahei lick his wounds."

Xiaoliu patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Mom. I will take good care of Dahei."

Dahei shook his head in cooperation and then whimpered.

But dogs have three urgent needs, and not long after finishing their meal, Dahei could no longer lie down.

"Woooooooo..."

Dahei wagged his tail and circled around the door anxiously.

Xiaoliu put his arms around Dahei's neck and patted its broad back like he was coaxing a child.

"Be good, Dahei. You can't go out to recuperate. I'll take you back and let you lie down."

Dahei became even more anxious.

Mrs. Lin couldn't stand it any longer and said to Xiaoliu, "Dahei doesn't need to stay in bed. He hasn't gone out since last night. Take him for a walk."

Xiaoliu was confused, but when he heard that they were going out to play, he happily took Dahei out.

Lin carefully cut the fat into small pieces.

The sausage must be a mixture of fat and lean meat to have a juicy taste, so diced fat is indispensable.

The processing of fat is also relatively complicated.

While Lin was cutting the meat, Cui Zhaozhao boiled a pot of hot water. When the water boiled, he poured the diced fat into the pot and took it out after cooking it for a while.

The diced fat meat needs to be dried after blanching.

Lin spread the diced fat on a winnowing basket and placed it in the yard under the sun.

"Mom, I saw a wolf. So domineering!"

Xiaoliu threw himself into Lin's arms, chattering non-stop, completely forgetting that he had instigated Dahei and Can'erlang to break up last night.

Lin touched his arms and legs and found them to be fine and intact.

"Just take a look from a distance, don't come too close, remember?"

Xiaoliu nodded vigorously: "I'm far away, and Dahei won't let the wolves come over."

Dahei is still very reassuring.

Lin patted Dahei's head and threw a piece of lean meat to it.

"Aunt San, I'm back!"

Shiro's voice, mixed with excitement, swept into the courtyard like a gust of wind.

This trip was more than he expected. He counted them carefully on the way and found that there were more than 120 intact bowls and basins.

This is all money!

Lin was also shocked and hurriedly called for people to come out to unload the car. She even called Cui Jingwen out of the house to help.

"Drink some water and take a rest first." Lin returned to the room and poured a glass of water for Shilang. She watched him drink it and asked, "How many more trips do you need to make?"

Si Lang wiped his mouth and said, "There are still two more trips. Aunt San won't talk about it for now. I'll go and pull it next."

After saying this, he got on the ox cart and left in a hurry.

Looking at the pile of pottery at the gate of the courtyard, Lin patted her waist.

"Move it back."

There are two cars behind us, so we will be busy today.

Seeing such a big scene, villagers passing by couldn't help but stop and watch.

"Chengliang's wife, why did you bring back so many broken bowls and plates?"

"Could it be that brick kiln in Shanghe Village?"

The villagers gathered at the door and refused to leave, talking to each other, and more and more people gathered.

Old Lady Cui came out with a fierce look on her face: "What are you all doing here? I have a kang at home, and I am letting you watch it for a long time. If you want to work, stretch out your hands. If you don't want to work, get out of here."

It turned out to be a kang.

The villagers who were watching immediately lost interest, thinking that Cheng Liang's wife had discovered something again.

"Let's go, there's still work to do in the fields."

Old Mrs. Cui stood at the gate with her hands on her hips, and didn't turn around until she had glared everyone away.

"I ate too much and threw my eyeballs to other people's homes. I'll have to sneak in during lunch time next time because there are too many people in the afternoon."

Lin chuckled: "I'll listen to my mother."

Old Mrs. Cui straightened her back. It was a good thing she was there, otherwise who knows what kind of nonsense would spread in the village.

We can't let them ruin things.

Although Old Mrs. Cui still had a stern face, the children from the second house were no longer afraid and were busy laughing and playing.

Behind a tree not far away, Widow Qin gritted her teeth in hatred.

Why is Lin so lucky that even the usually fierce old lady Cui speaks in her favor?

Why does he have to live like a rat crossing the street, while Lin can lead her children and live a busy life in the village?

She is not reconciled.

Widow Qin looked around. She didn't believe that Lin brought back so many broken bowls just to make the kang.

This may fool the people in the village, but it can't fool her.

This bowl must have another use.

Soon the second car arrived.

Several people have become proficient in working together. Mrs. Lin and Old Lady Cui carry the pottery jars, Cui Jingwen and Wulang carry the basins, Cui Zhaozhao and Lidong each carry a stack of bowls, and the remaining Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi can carry four bowls at a time.

Silang moved whatever he could get his hands on, using all his energy.

"Grandma, Third Aunt, I have to go one more time. Let's go now."

This time, Silang didn't even drink the water. The brick kiln manager was not there at the moment, so he hurried back to pull another large cart.

Widow Qin followed secretly. She wanted to see what Lin was thinking.

The manager was away, so the two guys loading the car put piles of pottery on the car. This was much easier than loading the debris, which raised a lot of dust. Their throats were itchy before they finished loading the whole car.

"Thank you two big brothers."

After loading the last car, Shilang expressed his gratitude sincerely.

The guy touched the eggs in his arms and said with a smile: "Don't be polite, next time you come, remember to call us brothers."

Shiro responded with a smile and followed the car.

Only after Silang had completely walked away did Widow Qin dare to show her head and look at the brick kiln not far away.

Those cartloads of bowls and pots all came from here.

"Um, let me ask, what did that guy just buy?"

The guy who was loading the car was about to sit down to rest when he heard a hesitant voice behind him.

Turning around, I saw a woman with a nice figure, her clothes fitting her body perfectly.

Widow Qin lowered her head and tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing her slender neck.

The guy looked her up and down, putting away his impatience, but he wasn't very attentive either.

Pointing to the corner of the wall, he said, "Here, those are. Ten cents a cart. We'll use them when we get home to build the wall."

Normally, they would still be interested in talking to the woman in front of them, but now they were so tired that they couldn't even lift their arms. They just wanted to sit down, drink some water and rest.

After hearing the price of ten cents, Widow Qin clutched her sleeve, not daring to ask any more questions. She thanked him and left in a hurry.

There were only twenty or so cents left at home, and she didn't dare to gamble.

Let’s see what Lin is going to do with it.