Chinese people are inherently subtle, but since childhood, their parents will let them understand a great truth of being a man: the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated.

This fine traditional virtue, passed down from generation to generation, seems to be imprinted in our bones.

Lin Musen's contribution and help to the village are seen by everyone, and they will also remember him while they love him more and more.

The children in the village all know that they reciprocate silently, so how can Lin Musen not love this land.

After helping Long Long take the medicine, he began to help the only girl among the four people to take the medicine, Lin Musen remembered that her name was Lin Yuhong, with two ponytails on her head, her round little face was flushed, and she was rustic, but she was very cute, not as shy as she was last time, her big eyes looked very aura, and she was not afraid at all when she took the medicine, unlike the little fat man who shouted blindly in Longlong, and she was very polite, and she was still Xie Lin Musen after taking the medicine.

Then I helped the other two to take the medicine, a child named Lin Xiaohao, and another named Wang Fu, Lin Xiaohao was a little dull, Wang Fu was more lively, after they saw the process of taking the medicine, they were much happier, and as soon as they stretched out their hands, Lin Musen sprayed them and it was done.

After taking the medicine, he smiled at them and said, "Have you finished eating chocolate and biscuits, do you want to?" After living in society for so many years, Lin Musen himself has forgotten how to get along with children, but there is always nothing wrong with loving food.

"No, Uncle Sen, there's a lot more, we'll wait until we're done eating. The child replied very happily, it was not polite at all, Lin Musen still liked Long Long's straightforward character, children, they were originally to be innocent and cute.

"Okay, let's play, remember not to play with the water today, the wound will heal faster, go!" Seeing that they were a little stunned, after all, the children in the mountain village were still more active, so Lin Musen let them go out to play.

As soon as they heard this, they said thank you to Lin Musen milkily and ran away. Seeing that they were walking so fast, he was afraid that they would fall, and he deliberately shouted a few words to let them go slower, but he didn't expect him to shout like this, and a few of them ran faster, Lin Musen had to shake his head helplessly.

Being made by them like this, Lin Musen lost his sleepiness, washed up, helped Mumu and them get some food, and then fed the chickens, watered the vegetable field, dried mountain goods and other household chores, and then grabbed the old hen and took it away to the second uncle's house.

On the stone road in the village, Lin Musen happened to meet the second grandmother, she was carrying a vegetable basket as if she had just come back from the vegetable field, he walked up and said with a smile: "Second grandma, there is something to trouble you." ”

The second grandmother looked at the old hen that had been struggling in Lin Musen's hand, and immediately understood that of course Lin Musen was not using it to honor her, but wanted to slaughter her.

It's also strange to say, a long time ago, when Grandma Lin Musen was alive, there were guests at home, and when Lin Musen came back for the holidays, he would bother the second grandmother to help if he wanted to kill chickens and ducks, and Grandma Lin Musen and Grandpa couldn't kill it, it was okay to cook and eat, but it wouldn't kill.

Lin Musen's grandmother and grandfather should be unbearable, so they won't kill, the farmer family won't kill chickens and ducks, and it's indeed a bit hypocritical, but fortunately, the second grandmother is here, and she has always been helping, otherwise it would not be easy for their family to eat a meal of chickens and ducks.

"Take it. The second grandmother said naturally, she knew Lin Mu's little bit of caution at a glance.

Lin Musen also handed it to the second grandmother and followed the second grandmother back to their house.

The second uncle was not there, and Lin Musen felt that he should be busy in the fields.

The second grandmother put the vegetable basket with her hands and feet, followed the old hen, then boiled a pot of water, and casually brought a thicker rope out.

The old hen was tied to her feet by Lin Musen, and she lost her balance and was naturally unstable, she seemed to know her fate and began to flap her wings vigorously, moving slowly, the second grandmother grabbed the old hen's wings in a few big steps, and then began to tie the old hen's neck with a rope, and hung it on the beam at the door, ready to suffocate it.

Seeing that the old hen was still desperately fluttering, dying and struggling, the second grandmother clapped her hands and asked: "This old hen is suitable for stewing soup, and it is very good to replenish the body, Xiaosen, do you want to eat it yourself? If you want to eat, there are more than a dozen in my backyard, why don't you tell me about it, and buy it yourself............

"I don't eat it myself, I have a friend who has a foot injury, so I'm going to give her a drink. Lin Musen explained, besides, the old hens of the second grandmother's house are kept to lay eggs, how can he be so casual.

As soon as the second grandmother heard this, she immediately understood what she had rich life experience, and continued to ask, "Girl, right?"

Lin Musen's face was slightly red, and he nodded, and when the second grandmother saw this, she began to talk to Lin Musen about various ways to make chicken soup, such as what kind of stewed soup should be boiled over a high fire and then changed to a low heat stew, add enough water at one time, never open the pot in the middle to add water, etc., Lin Musen listened very carefully.

Seeing that the old hen was already dead, the second grandmother began to bleed the old hen while talking to Lin Musen, pouring boiling water, plucking feathers, and disemboweling the old hen............ A series of movements are fast and skillful, and at a glance you know that you are a veteran, of course Lin Musen can't do it.

In less than half an hour, it was cleaned up, put it in a basket, and put some codonopsis and red dates in it, saying that Codonopsis can strengthen the spleen and invigorate qi, and red dates can nourish qi and blood, which is good for improving local qi and blood after sprain.

Lin Musen took the basket and thanked the second grandmother before going back to stew chicken soup.

According to the method taught by the second grandmother, it took more than two hours to prepare this big bowl of chicken soup, and when it was just stewed, it was full of fresh fragrance, and the courtyard was full of fragrance, so that Da Mumu kept staring at it with drooling, and thought that Lin Musen had something delicious to give it.

Hurriedly poured the chicken soup into the insulated box that had been prepared a long time ago, broke Da Mumu's thoughts, and the anxious Da Mumu began to hug Lin Musen's thighs and began to be coquettish, the chicken soup was no longer available, so he had to take it to Pan Taoyuan to eat full, and by the way, he also solved his lunch.

Every time Da Mu Mu saw Pan Tao, he would be like a hungry man who hadn't eaten for three days, and he sent it away smoothly, but Lin Musen felt that every time he ate Pan Tao, Da Mu Mu changed a little, but he couldn't say the specifics, so he was no longer entangled.

After feeding them, Lin Musen carried the insulated box containing chicken soup and drove towards the opening of Normal University.

In the village, Lin Musen drove very slowly, and when he saw the villagers who were becoming more and more familiar with him greeting him, Lin Musen also responded kindly.

Lin Musen said that he was responsible to the end, that is, he would be responsible to the end, so he didn't start to send chicken soup.

Although he didn't know how the local chicken soup made by Zhao Wan'er's mother, he believed that the chicken soup made by his own soil or an old hen should not be bad.

Love is blind and impulsive, but it is undeniable that the intentions of the other party are all good. In this way, Lin Musen began his journey of delivering chicken soup.