Chapter 67: Timely Flowers

Updated: 2013-06-09

For several days in a row, Lin Daimo always felt restless, and his heart always felt panicked inexplicably, but when he looked around the entire courtyard, he saw that the seedlings were neat and everything was in order, and the courtyard 'door' was also closed tightly, and there was nothing unusual.

Although a small green snake appeared at the 'door' of the courtyard two days ago, causing Lu Mengjian to scream, the rest of the time the courtyard was surprisingly quiet inside and outside the courtyard, but the more quiet it was, the more uneasy Lin Daimo felt, and besides, he was idle at home every day, even if he had nothing to do, he would get sick, so he pretended to be bored with Lu Mengjian's 'waiting' and 'getting' those 'flowers' and grasses.

Those Yueji seedlings moved from Shita Village have long been adapted to the environment here, the temperature is mild and suitable, and they continue to jump on the pole at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye every day, Lu Mengjian is happy to see it and naturally cares for a lot, one of them I don't know why, it actually buds in advance to make buds, and there are signs of opening at the tip, which really surprises Lu Mengjian.

Since the last time Fang Yuan brought Aunt Li to come with him, it has been about half a month, and the three people in the courtyard, under the guidance of Lu Mengjian, have been 'serving' and 'making' 'flower' seedlings during the day, and have opened up a vegetable furrow in the corner of the wall, planting some green vegetables and beans that are eaten daily, watering and fertilizing are all time-consuming physical work, but they will not feel too leisurely, and at night they listen to Liu Ma tell some myths and stories handed down by the older generation, and twenty days have passed.

However, Lu Mengjian was secretly anxious in her heart, now the April snow full of trees should have already withered, but during this time, she has not gotten the fresh 'flowers' picked by Liu Laoer, and naturally there is no raw material to extract the 'essence' oil, but this place is far away from Shita Village, even if she has the heart to take the 'flowers', she is afraid that it will be difficult to come back when she encounters a wild wolf on the road, so she can only worry alone, and a few days later, the corner of her mouth is on fire and attacks a corner of the ulcer.

Although Lin Daimo knew that Lu Mengjian had something on his mind, he didn't know it for a while, and he didn't ask for 'sex', and he lived day by day.

Suddenly, one day, there was a sudden knock on the 'door' at the entrance of the 'door', Lin Daimo was entrusted by Fang Yuan, he didn't dare to open the 'door' easily, he only looked through the crack of the 'door', but he was a strange man with five big and three thick, pulling an ox cart behind him, Lin Daimo hesitated and worried that the other party was a person sent by the Lin Mansion, so he stood behind the 'door' and didn't respond.

And Lu Mengjian and Liu's mother were busy for most of the day, and they were drinking tea and resting and chatting in the room at the moment, and they didn't notice the situation outside for a while, and then they heard the sound of ping-pong in the courtyard, so they went out to check, but saw Lin Daimo lying on the wall with two big 'flower' pots at some point, and he was still holding a long wooden strip similar to a flat pole in his hand.

"What are you doing, come down!" Lu Mengjian saw that his beloved potted plant was used as a stepping stone, and suddenly rushed to the 'door' of his brain, so he wanted to rush forward and pull this sneaky man down, but he was grabbed by Liu's mother, and the corners of his mouth pointed to the 'door' with deep meaning. Liu's mother has been in the Lin family for many years, and her knowledge is naturally different from ordinary people, so Lu Mengjian calmed down, quietly paced to the 'door', glanced through the crack in the 'door', and suddenly smiled.

A "squeak" opened the big 'door'. This move frightened Lin Daimo so much that he fell directly from the 'flower' pot, and the flat shoulder hit the center of his forehead without being crooked, and suddenly a straight red mark was reflected in the center of his face.

"Ouch, Mrs. Lin, your place is really hard to find, I searched for several days in this area to find here," the visitor immediately rubbed his hands happily when he saw Lu Mengjian, turned around and removed two hemp bags from the ox cart behind him.

"Second uncle, you have worked hard all the way, come into the house to take a rest, Mother Liu, please make a pot of hot tea and prepare some food, the second uncle must be tired from Shita Village here," Lu Mengjian hurriedly let Liu Lao Er into the room, ignoring Lin Daimo who was lying on the ground moaning at the moment, Liu Lao Er smiled honestly, and carried a sack in one hand directly to the courtyard.

"This is some 'flower' picked these days, I see that no one has come to pick it up, and I am afraid of mold in the bag, and then delay Lin Niangzi's matter, so I asked Zhong'er and his mother to find it, this is too partial, Zhong'er and his mother only remember a general location, but I can't say where it is, I just found it little by little, I didn't expect to really find it," Liu Lao Er was obviously very excited this time, and the originally silent person actually said such a big call for a while, and Lu Mengjian was clearly two people when they met for the first time.

"Why did Second Uncle Liu come over alone, why didn't Aunt Li come over?"

"Hey, she came with her the first day, but after walking for a day and couldn't find a place, she was tired and got cold, so I found it myself." Liu Lao Er sighed slightly after speaking, and then said: "I didn't expect Lin Niangzi to leave Shita Village so quickly, originally I thought that what Lin Niangzi said would not be counted, but Zhong'er and his mother said that Lin Niangzi was a good talker, so I insisted on picking 'flowers' every day...... Thanks to Mrs. Lin, my baby was able to enter the school," said Liu Lao Er and was about to kneel on the ground, but was pulled by Lu Mengjian.

"I can't help it, second uncle, aren't you killing me," Lu Mengjian pressed Liu Lao Er on the chair, but he was slightly suspicious in his heart, and only after a set of words did he realize that the last time Fang Yuan went to Shita Village, he actually settled the wages of the two in advance, even several times more than Lu Mengjian promised to give, and it was no wonder that Liu Lao Er was so 'excited'.

After leaving Liu Lao Er for lunch and sending him away, Lu Mengjian opened the two sacks erected in the courtyard, only to see that they were densely packed with fresh 'flowers' of April snow, but unfortunately one of the bags was stored for too long, most of them had exuded a rotten smell, which made Lu Mengjian regretful, fortunately, there was still a bag that was still mostly available, Lu Mengjian totaled, although the number was much less, but it was almost able to collect two halves of the bottle.

Lin Daimo saw this, and remembered the posture of her and Aunt Li in Shita Village, and couldn't help but cover her head and hide in the room, but Mother Liu was interested, and continued to boil water according to Lu Mengjian's instructions on the side, asking questions and asking questions, which was comparable to Aunt Li's situation that day.

For most of the day, he collected a full porcelain basin to gather water, but Lu Mengjian realized at this time that he only had one porcelain bottle left, and some of the 'essence' oil had already been collected in it. Barely filled the porcelain bottle, and vaguely saw a small amount of grease floating on the transparent liquid, Lu Mengjian suddenly felt distressed, and finally refined the 'essence' oil, but he could only 'wave' in vain, thinking of the silver that was all white 'flowers' and 'flowers', a heart was more like being twisted by a knife.

Although in the process of collecting the oily aromatics, the porcelain bottle was inevitably 'mixed' with some of the pure water 'dew', but under such conditions to extract such purity is rare for Lu Mengjian, she can never pour out the water in the bottle and collect it again, not to mention that the aroma is very volatile, even if she collects it again, it is difficult to guarantee that she can get a whole bottle of 'essence' oil, so after comprehensive consideration, she can only give up the small and big, as for the remaining ones in the porcelain basin, she has to let them volatilize.

Although Liu Ma has never lacked rouge incense 'dew' in the Lin Mansion, she has seen this kind of 'flower' water extracted from fresh 'flowers' for the first time, so she curiously lay on the side of the basin and smelled and smelled, and an elegant fragrance came to her nose, which was no different from the fragrance of 'flowers', and she couldn't help but be amazed even if she was well-informed. Seeing Lu Mengjian take a small white porcelain bottle and collect the perfume directly into the bottle, his eyes widened.

But before Liu's mother came from her surprise, Lu Mengjian actually swiped her fingers on the water surface, and gently smeared it on Liu's mother's ears and wrists.

"Dream note, what is this, why is it so fragrant, I am living so old or the first time I smell it, I always think that the aroma of those rouge creams I used before is too strong, and the smoke gives people a headache, I didn't expect this fragrance to smell so good," Liu's mother happily held her wrist and sniffed and smelled.

"This is the essence extracted from the fresh 'flowers', if your old man thinks it smells good, I will give you a bottle if I do it again in the future," Lu Mengjian saw that Liu's mother was so happy, so he smiled and took a clean clay pot, poured all the remaining pure 'dew' into the jar, covered it and put it in front of Liu's mother, "Liu's mother, these waters have beauty effects, you take them and apply them to your face every day, and guarantee that you will definitely be five or six years younger in a few months!" ”

"I'm an old woman with a wrinkled face, and what a beautiful look, no one looks at it anyway, I don't need it, it's better for you to keep it," Liu's mother blushed after hearing this, and hurriedly waved her hand to excuse herself, she is only forty or fifty years old, if she is still in the prime of life in modern society, but now the skin on her face looks very old, and I don't know if it is '' overwork, or this society itself is urging people to get old, Lu Mengjian looked at it, thinking of herself not long after, there was an inexplicable chill in her heart, and she had to accept it from Mother Liu anyway.

Everyone has a love for beauty, although Liu's mother said this, she also hoped that she could be young again, and after hearing Lu Mengjian's description of the usage and function, she finally accepted the clay pot and carried it back to the room.

Finally cleaned up a stall in the courtyard, Lu Mengjian went back to the room and put away the porcelain bottle full of 'essence' oil, but when he turned around, he saw that the eight immortals table in the hall had been flying gray 'colored' carrier pigeon at some point, and was cooing around on the table in a vain attempt to peck some rice grains, and Lin Daimo also looked at this bold and fearless carrier pigeon with great interest.

"Hey, go get some food, this pigeon seems to have a note tied to its 'leg'," After looking at it for a while, Lin Daimo suddenly seemed to have discovered a new continent, 'wanting' to reach out to catch but was afraid of startling the carrier pigeon, and actually thought of using food to lure 'lure', Lu Mengjian encountered the flying pigeon for the first time, and naturally didn't want to miss the opportunity, so he tiptoed back to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of wheat grains and sprinkled them lightly on the table.

Seeing that there was food to eat, the carrier pigeon swaggered over and pecked at it without any scruples, Lin Daimo waited for the opportunity to grab the carrier pigeon in his hand, and slowly 'pulled out' a note, and his expression gradually became solemn.