The sun in early August was still uncomfortable, touching the sweat on his head, Lin Zimo helplessly looked at the blue sky, a few white clouds drifting leisurely. Compared to the modern haze, it is indeed refreshing, but that means that there is leisure to appreciate it.

It's hot and dry, there's not a hint of wind, and it's full of busy people. Sorghum, millet, and cobs have all entered the maturity stage, and Lin Zimo's family is now splitting the sticks.

Put the pig vegetables in his hand into the basket next to him, look at his father and brothers who were busy going in and out of the stick field, and then look at his little arms and legs, Lin Zimo was really ashamed.

Although I really want to help, but under the collective suppression of my father and brother, as long as I play pigweed around, an adult man (eh, although it is a soul) has become the object of key care, but this weak body is not powerful!

Lin Zimo has also read a few time-traveling articles, whether it is the male protagonist or the female protagonist, each of them is a top two capable, why can't it be his turn? I have to exercise this little body well, it seems that since the child of this body, there have been such small illnesses and disasters, and when my life was good before, my grandmother and mother took him to see Langzhong, and I didn't ask God to worship him, but it didn't matter much, and finally I went to the illness when I came.

It's far away, and now Lin Zimo's most painful thing is that the sorghum cakes and sorghum rice that he eats at home every day are so bad that he can bear it, and he eats them when he eats them, but he can't come out! Every time I poop, it's a disaster, I think of my previous life, I disliked the meat every day because it was too fat, the chicken was not fragrant, steamed buns, flatbreads, and even stick cakes that I didn't like to eat were luxuries, even if it was poisonous food, give him a chance, he would definitely offer these.

The pigweed was almost a basket, Lin Zimo staggered back to his own field, sat down in the shade of the tree in front of the pile of chopped sticks, felt a little black in front of his eyes, and hurriedly leaned against the tree, closed his eyes for a while, and the dizziness passed, before he opened his eyes again, alas! What a bad body!

Pick up a stick and peel the skin off, revealing the thin grains, that is, he is not proficient in farming, and compared with the farmhouse he has been to before, it is at least a third worse.

Thanks to Baidu's omnipotent knowledge, Lin Zimo also has a general understanding of modern corn cobs, under the protection of chemical fertilizers and pesticides, each particle is full and the body is hypertrophied. Shaking his head, Lin Zimo observed that the corn trees were too close to each other, almost impermeable; The plant doesn't seem to have a tip in the middle, and there is not enough fertilizer, so the plant is not strong enough from the roots.

sighed, he couldn't talk at length to Lin Huaide, right? How to explain that a half-grown child understands this knowledge of nothingness? Let's take it slowly! Picked up the bowl that was fastened to the black coarse porcelain jug, poured a bowl of water, and barely drank it. The unfiltered and purified well water has a slight saltiness characteristic of the Loess Plain, making it difficult to eat.

Picking up the skin of a stick, in a place where productivity is so low, even seven or eight-year-old children have to help. That is, Lin Zimo's health is too poor, otherwise, a ten-year-old boy is already more than half of the family's laborers, and this kind of peeling work is done by people who are old and weak and have no strength.

After picking up a small pile of sticks, Lin Huaide and his son came out panting with baskets full of sticks on their backs and sacks full of sticks in their hands. Lin Zimo hurriedly stepped forward to help put it away, picked up the clay pot, poured a bowl of water for each of the three people and handed it over.

The three tanned faces of the father and son all smiled, took the water and drank it in a big gulp.

It should be said that the Lin family has very good genetics, and they all look dignified: Lin Huaide has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth, a straightforward and upright face, and a height of about 1.8 meters, which is very majestic. Lin Zihao and Lin Zihan are seven or eight points like their father, but Lin Zihao is a little more sleek, unlike his father and Lin Zihan, at first glance, he is too honest and not good at talking, which is also a big and small affair in their second room, almost all of them appear in Lin Zihao.

Looking at the brothers who were sitting in the shade of the tree to rest for a while, and did not forget to practice calligraphy on the ground with a branch, Lin Zimo had a headache even more. Such a child, put aside in modern times, must be a first-class character of a scholar, don't these two bear children know that they are tired?

Lin Huaide noticed his son's strange appearance, and covered Lin Zimo's forehead with his big hand, his eyes were full of worry: "Zimo, is it uncomfortable again?" Lin Zihao and his brothers also stopped the branches in their hands and came around, looking at their younger brother's white face, worried.

Touching Lin Zimo's forehead was not hot, Lin Huaide relieved his heart, Lin Zimo was very embarrassed, although it was indeed a little uncomfortable: "It's okay, Dad, it may be a little hot." Not only could he not help, but his family was worried, and he tried his best to show a smile to show that he was not feeling well.

But how could the father and son not see Lin Zimo's fatigue and weakness, Lin Zihao said indignantly: "The eldest aunt is too much, and I told her, we can finish this work, we don't need to spend money on short-term work, she just doesn't let the little brother do some work at home, this hot day, the little brother's illness is not neat, isn't it uncomfortable?" Lin Zihan didn't speak, he wiped his brother with his broken sleeve, and the distress in his eyes kept coming out.

Lin Huaide looked at the two sons and a half sons who were trying to straighten their bodies, and then looked at the thin younger son, and sighed: "It's all bad for my father, I don't have your uncle's ability to read, so I can only drag you to follow me to dig in the soil." ”

The faces of the three children darkened, and Lin Zihao clenched his hands tightly: "How can you blame Dad?" When grandpa was here, wasn't the family all busy with business to make money and raise this big family? Uncle is a gentleman's little money, even he himself is not enough to spend, the uncle is a few mothers, spending the family's money, and I don't see our family say anything, this will be down, earn that money, I feel terrible, every day at home trouble, as if we spent her how much money! ”

Lin Huaide glared at him: "No matter what she is, she is always a family, that is your elder, you shouldn't say her so rudely." Lin Zihao and Lin Zihan nodded weakly, no matter how much the eldest aunt was excessive, Dad just didn't allow him to talk behind his back. Lin Zihan, who was less talking, said, "Dad, don't worry, we will work hard, and when we have the conditions, we will take the test to show talents, so that my father can have a long face and make more money." Lin Zimo noticed that his fingernails were buckled into the flesh.

Lin Zimo finally knew why the two brothers were studying like crazy! Honestly, it's shocking! Growing up in a privileged environment, he learned for the first time what it means to be a genius in adversity.

Lying on the oxcart full of sticks, he turned his head to look at the backs of the two and a half teenagers working hard, and then looked at the slightly hunched figure holding the reins of the ox, Lin Zimojue's eyes were a little blurry, compared to other protagonists who crossed the clouds and rain, he really felt that he was too useless.

Along the way, you will greet the villagers you meet, and no matter what kind of knowledge the rural people have, you can't deny that they are very warm. Potholed country roads, bumpy people bobbing up and down, and small villages surrounded by greenery are quiet and peaceful.

Most of the houses are adobe thatched, and there are 100 households in the village, including three blue brick houses, including the half-old small courtyard of Lin Zimo's family.

Although the four corners of the green bricks are a little weathered, but also a green brick house, in the front yard, under a jujube tree, a large number of sticks are piled up, the courtyard wall is still basking in the millet, the backyard comes from the sound of pigs, the sound of chickens "cooing", there is an alternative kind of liveliness.

As soon as he entered the yard with a basket of sticks on his back, the sharp voice of the eldest aunt came again: "Ouch! Why did our little master come back? I've only been working for half a day, and I really think I'm still a young master who is being served? Lin Zimo covered his face, he was afraid of something, there was no way, his sick and weak little body made him unable to be strong, so he had to bow his head and help his father pour the stick in.

Grandma and mother sat on a futon around the stick pile and picked up the stick skin, the eldest aunt was also picking, then stood up with her fat body, and the face of the big cake was full of disdain: "The family knows to take advantage, let others say whatever they want, it's really shameless." ”

Lin Zimo only felt that his face was spicy, and his body couldn't help but tremble, which made people lose it, and he was really uncomfortable. Grandma stood up, sighed, and pulled him to her side and sat down: "Zimo's health is not good, let him work at home is the same." With tears in his eyes, Zhou wiped his son's sweat with a thick handkerchief, and said in a low voice: "If you feel uncomfortable, go back to the house to rest, where is the mother here." ”

Lin Huaide hummed his voice: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, our master has done all the work in the field, and there is no need to hire short-term workers." Liu snorted, "It's better like this, don't drag down our family too much." ”

At this moment, a scream came, and a little chubby girl of thirteen or fourteen years old ran with her fingers outstretched: "Mother, my finger was pierced by firewood." Lin Zimo looked at it, and there was only a small red blood bead on the white fat finger.

Liu Shi greeted him and shouted: "Oops, why did you puncture my precious daughter's hand?" My daughter can be Mrs. Guang's life in the future, how can she have a scar! Come in and rest," he said, pulling his daughter into the house. This girl is Lin Yun, the eldest sister of the eldest uncle's family, who was pampered by the eldest uncle: "Mother, I'm still cooking with my sister!" The eldest aunt glanced at the people in the yard: "It's okay, the money is all earned by your father, and others should do more work, and the province is always lazy and slippery to eat." The little girl, who was very similar to the eldest aunt, was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and "hummed", and her chubby little body twisted. returned to the house with Liu, and the two figures who were also wearing muslin clothes were full of pride!