The whole family crosses to farm

Chapter 47
On the day of the [-]th, the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts from Lin Jiaju arrived. Some crabs and stuffed chrysanthemums were seasonal items. At noon, Lin Chunnong ate oranges stuffed with crabs made by his father.

Lin Chunxing cherished the two days when he was not in class, and he spent this day in the laboratory.

When school started on the [-]th, he was free to make up his homework in the morning. Lin Chunnong sat next to him and saw that his brother had indeed written the poem written by Lin Qiumo, but he didn't remember it completely, so he had to ask Lin Qiumo to read it again. Write it down word by word.

Lin Chunnong smiled and said to his brother: "If you get the compliment from the master, brother, you have to bring candied haws and fried twist to me and Qiu Mo, and the twist should be salty."

"You have a lot to ask for," Lin Chunxing said while packing his schoolbag, "The poem was made at the end of autumn, so why should I bring you something to eat?"

"I did too, but you don't have to."

Lin Chunxing tapped the end of the pen on his sister's forehead, "If I use the song you made, this time I will get a board on my butt."

Today, the man Lin Jiale hired to help dig the land started working. He sent his son back to school, and also went to the wasteland with a shovel.

Lin Chunnong had nothing to do, and followed her father out to the field like a little tail. The land was very close to their home, but her father started to turn from the side near the mountain, and it took several hundred meters to walk.

After following, Lin Chunnong fell behind. Although it was late autumn, the grass on the wasteland outside her house was still so green and thick.

There are many unknown small wild flowers. Lin Chunnong saw that his father had gone far, so he squatted down to pick the flowers.

Lin Qiumo also stopped, and handed her the small bamboo basket in his hand. After she had picked enough, he picked up the bamboo basket and followed her forward.

The person Lin Jiale asked for help was a man surnamed Zhao in the village, who ranked fourth and was known as Zhao Si.

Lin Chunnong looked at Uncle Zhao curiously. This is a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and good features. He is different from the Zhao Si she saw in TV dramas except for his name.

Zhao Si noticed the little girl's eyes and smiled at her friendly.

Lin Chunnong noticed that Lin Qiumo turned his head at the right time, and since they walked over, he kept his head half down, looking affectionately at the land.

Just like when there were villagers or strangers in the family before, he never made direct eye contact with people.

Lin Chunnong kept this matter in mind, played in the wasteland for a while, pulled out half a basket of wild grasses and flowers, and went home. When he got home, he didn't see his mother in the yard, so he went straight to the house to find someone .

Fang Xiaocao is working on a loom in the weaving room, and the deep sea blue gray cloth she dyed a few days ago is finished with flowers.

Lin Chunnong ran to her mother, Fang Xiaocao saw her daughter who seemed to be able to materialize her vitality, and said with a smile: "What do you want?"

Lin Chunnong said, "Mom, make me a mask."

"What do you want that for?" Fang Xiaocao looked at her daughter curiously while debugging the machine.

Lin Chunnong looked outside the door and said, "I want to give it to Qiu Mo."

When Fang Xiaocao heard this, she also thought of the way that child at the end of Qiu would hang his head in front of strangers and even villagers, and said amusedly, "Okay, mother will make one this afternoon."

In the afternoon, when Lin Chunnong woke up from a nap, she saw her mother sitting at the table with a basket in front of her, making a mask.

Lin Chunnong put on small slippers and came down, only to see a khaki upper half mask already in the basket.

This mask is very simple, without any decorations on it, but it looks very comfortable, with a feeling of beauty and simplicity.

Lin Chunnong looked at what her mother was making. It was light blue. Her mother first cut out the shape of a mask with the hard cloth used for layered shoes, and then put the cloth on the surface. Go up in a circle around.

The stitches made by my mother are very thin, comparable to a sewing machine.

Every time Lin Chunnong sees the beautiful cloth and clothes made by her mother, she has an urge to learn, and this time is no exception, but her little hands are weak now, and her mother won't let her do it at all.

"Mom, if only we had a sewing machine now." Lin Chunnong held his small chin and sat beside him watching his mother stitch by stitch. From this simple movement, she could see the beauty.

Fang Xiaocao said with a smile: "Who would have thought of being able to time travel before, otherwise Mom must have taken a look at the structure diagram of the sewing machine."

In modern times, hand-sewn ones are far more expensive than machine-sewn ones. She only cares about saving those intangible cultural heritages that are about to disappear, so how can she put her mind on more convenient machines.

However, after staying in ancient times for so many years, Fang Xiaocao has a deep feeling that machines are the greatest invention of mankind.

Like her, her hands are fast, but it takes a whole day to make a suit of clothes.Of course, clothes can be bought in the market, but the price is not high.

It is mainly done outside, and the stitches are difficult to meet her requirements.

Half an hour later, Lin Chunnong, wearing a silk mask embroidered with flowers and Song brocade on his face, and holding two in his hands, found Lin Qiumo in the backyard who was weeding the small vegetable patch.

He pulled it out very carefully, and even a hairy grass would be pulled out.

Seeing that he didn't notice her, Lin Chunnong quietly walked around from behind, and then put the mask in front of him, "Dangdang, do you like it?"

Lin Qiumo relaxed the muscles that had swelled just now, turned his head and saw a mask covering most of his face, and looked down at the other two, his heart skipped a beat.

"For me?"

Lin Chunnong nodded, "Of course, I asked my mother to make it for you."

But she thought the mask made by her mother was very beautiful, so she wanted one herself, and it was made of Song brocade hand-woven by her mother, but she didn't mention this to him.

"Cotton cloth is comfortable," Lin Chunnong said, "My mother made cotton cloth for you."

Lin Qiumo picked up the khaki one, tried to put it on his face, then took it off, and said to Lin Chunnong, "Thank you, niece, I prefer cotton ones."

Lin Chunnong guessed that he would like it, so it won't attract attention. If the mask is too good-looking, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable for him not to like being noticed.

"Then give it to you."

After a while, Xianghe came to play with Lin Chunnong. Seeing the mask on Lin Qiumo's face, she was very curious for a while. Lin Chunnong finally said that Qiumo's face was injured, so she didn't ask any more questions.

But from that day on, the villagers somehow thought that Lin Qiumo had been injured in the face by a wild boar and was disfigured.

When Lin Chunnong knew about it, everyone already thought so, and Chen Qingran went to Lin's house specially to take Lin Qiumo to the town to see a doctor.

Lin Qiumo's face was indifferent, and Chen Qingran, who was worried, was so angry that he left. Lin Chunnong watched from the side and shook his head. You boy used to face the wild boar in order to save the little girl, but the other side is so indifferent. When you grow up, you will Wouldn't it be difficult to stage a chasing wife?
Lin Qiumo turned his head, saw the little girl looking at him with a strange expression, walked over and touched her forehead, and asked, "Ninny, are you feeling well?"

Lin Chunnong took his hand away, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable."

She shook her head as she spoke, and said kindly: "At the end of autumn, it's good for you to be gentle with people in the future."

Lin Qiumo didn't quite understand what he said, let alone why this little girl often spoke in an old-fashioned way, but he still nodded.

Life in the countryside was easy. Before Lin Chunnong realized it, two months had passed. On the eighth day of October, Lin Chunnong hugged her mother's neck when she opened her eyes.

Fang Xiaocao was woken up by her daughter and asked, "What's wrong, baby girl?"

"Mom, when will my dad come back?" Lin Chunnong said, "I seemed to be dreaming again last night. It snowed heavily."

Yi County is located in the south. According to the climate and crops, it should be in the area of ​​modern Anhui. However, it may be because of the cold climate at this time and space. During the few years when the family lived here, there were several heavy snowfalls every year.

(End of this chapter)