The whole family crosses to farm

Chapter 35 Picking Chestnuts

Lin Chunxing raised her eyebrows. My sister is in a good mood. This girl never knows what politeness is. Unless she is very happy, she will say "thank you brother" when she gets something from him.

He looked at the two Lin Qiumo who were standing silently beside him, and asked, "Is this a new member of the family?"

"Brother, I even gave him a name." Lin Chunnong ran over to hold Lin Qiumo's hand, "It's called Qiumo, isn't it very nice and poetic?"

Lin Chunxing almost coughed out laughing, the humidity was not bad, nodded: "It's pretty good. It's the end of autumn, right. Play with my sister in the future."

"I see, young master." Lin Qiumo said.

Lin Chunnong reminded him: "Don't call me Miss Young Master in my house, you can call my brother by name, his name is Chun Xing, you can call, um, Brother Xing."

In the past, their family also had helpers, all of whom were called by name. Calling them Young Master and Miss felt like they were acting in a TV series. I didn't mention it when I lived in the Lin family's compound before, because I didn't want to attract attention.

Now in the countryside, it is also eye-catching to be called young master or young lady.

Lin Qiumo nodded and called out, "Brother Xing."

Lin Chunxing raised his hand and said, "Don't listen to Nannan, you should call me boss."

The title of "Boss" has been with Lin Chunxing since he went to school, and when he has his own research room, the title of "Boss" has become even more established.

Lin Qiumo felt that this family was a bit strange, but he still nodded.

Fang Xiaocao filled five bowls of rice and shouted, "It's time to eat."

Lin Qiumo took a step back and said, "I can go out to eat."

Lin Jiale glanced at him and said, "In my house, follow my rules, there is no small table for you."

Lin Qiumo could have expected this result, but he was not used to sitting on the stool and looking at the table of food in front of him.

He hasn't eaten at the table for more than two years, and he doesn't know how to handle the chopsticks.

At this moment, a pair of chopsticks was handed to him. Lin Qiumo raised his eyes and saw a pair of small hands that made people think it might be difficult to hold the chopsticks.

He lowered his eyelashes, took the chopsticks, lowered his head, picked up the bowl and began to drink the porridge.

He was so hungry, it was the first time he had a decent meal in two years, Lin Qiumo unconsciously made a sound, and for some reason, he couldn't help but froze.

But no one talked about him. While eating, the family discussed how to open up the field behind the house and plant something.

Lin Chunnong said: "I want to eat cucumbers and grow cucumbers."

cucumber?Is it courgette?
Lin Chunxing said to his sister: "Cucumbers are planted in spring, and they won't grow big now. Let's plant some carrots. The school will be closed the day after tomorrow. I will help my father extract some nitrogen and phosphorus fertilizers. I will burn some soil manure. The wasteland needs some base fertilizer. "

In this regard, Lin Jiale is ready to listen to his son. Before he made a fortune, he planted land, but he only knows how to spread fertilizer, not how to make fertilizer.

"Son, your father has already brought your set of soil equipment for you from the small courtyard in the town, and put it next to your mother's loom room. Go and have a look later." Lin Jiale said, "If there is anything If necessary, father will find a friend to find a way."

Currently, Lin Chunxing has a set of distillation equipment, a set of wall breaking equipment, and a magnifying glass with a wooden base.

In Daxia, glass products are still of the highest quality. Lin Chunxing's magnifying glass is Lin Jiale's father. He went to Tongzhou in the south, found thick glass from several foreign boats, and then bought it back and ground it himself.

Lin Chunxing knows the chemical formula of glass, and if he wants to burn it, he can burn it out, but Lin Jiale refuses to let him touch the high-end luxury products of any era.

It's not as simple as just firing the glass out.

Before his son grows up, Lin Jiale will not let him let himself go and do everything. Anyway, his business acumen is enough to support his family.

Maybe in the future, when the elder brother becomes a fourth-rank official, he will ask his son to show off one or two skills to make the elder brother's official career smoother.

Like his daughter-in-law, who only knows some intangible cultural heritage crafts that don't involve a leap in productivity, Lin Jiale doesn't have to worry at all. Even if she participates in the textile industry in the future, she will at most provide some relatively new floral cloths or something.

Lin Chunxing knew his father's worries, and he didn't want to show off his strength. He nodded and said, "We need some good quality soil to make fertilizer. Dad should collect some in the village in the next two days."

On this side, Mrs. Fang didn't understand what the father and son were talking about, but she knew that her grandson was very capable. Before that, his uncle made caramel, and his arms were swollen from stirring the candy every day. During the Chinese New Year, they went back to their natal family to visit relatives. At that time, my grandson was only a little over four years old. When I saw it, I gave his uncle an idea. Hang a wooden rotor on the top of the cauldron, and tie it in a circle around the side, so that children can spin it beside it. Stir caramel.

I also got a malt thing, which is more juicy than a millstone.

They are all fast and good things. Now relying on these two things, the family can cook several pots of sugar every day than before. His uncle only needs to sell sugar outside.

Mrs. Fang said: "I'm free all day, so I can go find you soil. Tell grandma what you want."

Lin Chunxing looked at grandma's legs and said, "Don't worry about that. It's the first time you've come to my house, grandma. Just take good care of them."

Granny Fang: Why are my grandson and granddaughter so sensible!
Fang Xiaocao smiled, and said to Lin Jiale: "By the way, I will send my son to school tomorrow. You go to the yard in the town and pick all the red tomatoes in the backyard."

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The leaves of the trees on the mountain were almost all yellow, and they fell when the wind blew. The dry and bright sunlight shone on people, warming them. Lin Qiumo was picking chestnuts under the tree, squatting in the middle of the tree branch, shaking it a few more times, and said to the little girl who was busy picking up chestnuts below: "Ninny, go aside, I'm coming down."

Lin Chunnong snorted, pulled the small basket back, raised his head and said to Lin Qiumo, "Be careful."

Lin Qiumo jumped down, took out a large basket from the side of the grass, stepped on the fur balls on the ground, bent down and took a large handful of chestnuts into the basket.

Lin Chunnong opened his mouth slightly, never expecting that the little boy who ran to the mountains twice a day would be so powerful.

"You can go to the side to play," Lin Qiumo said while busy.

Lin Chunnong shook his head, and ran over to pull his own little basket, picking up the ones that Lin Qiumo pulled into the grass.

While he was busy, there was a rustling sound in the grass, Lin Chunnong turned his head abruptly, and said, "Is it a rabbit?"

She and the little girls in the village were just picking up things outside, and hadn't seen any hares in the mountains for several days.

(End of this chapter)