It's one thing to recognize it, but the proprietress will not go into it too deeply.
It's always someone you don't know, so why bother about what a person has gone through, so that from just knowing how to mess around, suddenly become so calm and precious.
Besides, the lady boss thinks there is still a possibility that she admits the wrong person.
Thinking of this, she put aside all distracting thoughts, and shouted again: "Selling steamed buns, hot meat steamed buns."
Just after noon, Li Jin could have found a teahouse to rest before leaving.
But he really couldn't worry about the husband and children at home. When the heat got hot, he would find a tree shade to sit for a while, and then set off again.
It took Li Jin a total of one and a half hours, that is, three hours.
When he got home, just after Shenshi (4 o'clock in the afternoon), cicadas cried under the persimmon tree in the corner of the courtyard, and the kitchen smelled of cooked rice.
Li Jin put the bag under the eaves, and then felt his shoulders freed.
He still overestimated his body. He pulled the shelf cart yesterday, and now he is carrying the basket again. He really feels that his shoulders will be smashed.
The teenager stood in the kitchen, looking at Li Jin rubbing his shoulders, his clear eyes widened, and he made no secret of his care.
Li Jin beckoned to him: "Come here."
The young man probably does not practice walking less today, and he can walk to him steadily without supporting the wall.
Before the boy could react, he was stuffed with a pack of warm things.
He looked down and saw that it was another meat bun on the main street of the town.
The skin is thin and there are many fillings, the gravy is delicious, and the lotus root is crisp and delicious.
Li Jin is more than half a head taller than the boy. He rubbed the boy's head and said, "Go in and eat. Here I will clean up."
The boy helped Li Jin cook the rice cereal and goat's milk together before he was willing to enter the house.
The bun was curled up in the swaddle, blowing bubbles while sleeping, and seemed to have a sweet dream.
The young man bit the meat bun bit by bit, watching Li Jin take out the bamboo-leaf paper and raw-edged paper from the basket, and put them on the cabinet at the end of the bed.
Both bamboo-leaf paper and raw-edged paper are relatively cheap, and they are necessary for poor students to practice writing and writing strategies.
When Qin Muwen was still the son of Shangshu, although he was not favored, he used excellent rice paper for calligraphy and painting.
He thought, A Jin is such a good person, he, he should make more money and buy rice paper for A Jin.
Li Jin didn't know what the young man was thinking. He arranged everything and said, "It's time for us to find someone to fight a case."
When the time comes, it will be placed by the window, and the oil lamp will not be used when practicing calligraphy during the day.
After the teenager had eaten one bun, he left the other for Li Jin.
Li Jin smiled and said, "I have eaten it. You have eaten the buns obediently. I will ask the villagers about the crime.
After a pause, he said again, "Observe, I will stew you braised pork tomorrow."
When the teenager heard the braised pork, he swallowed a mouthful of water. With only Xia Chan as the background sound, he heard clearly.
Li Jin didn't smile this time, just gently pinched the boy's face.
There are a few people from the older generation in the village who know how to make carpenters, but recently they are busy harvesting wheat.
There is only one family because there are many sons in the family and enough labor.
When I'm an elder, I'm relatively leisurely. I usually smoke dry cigarettes and watch Li Daniu play chess.
Li Jin was also the old man he knew when he was playing chess with Li Daniu.
When he went to visit, the old man was sitting in the courtyard with a cigarette in his mouth, a file in one hand and a chess mold in the other.
His dim eyes narrowed and he carved carefully.
Li Jin stood there, waiting for him to put down the chess, then knocked on the door.
The old man said: "The kid from the Li family, come in, I've seen you long ago.
If it weren't for this engraving that couldn't be interrupted, I would just call you in."
Li Jin arched his hands: "People in the village know that Uncle Dahe is very good at carving with a single knife. It just so happens that I'm not in a hurry, so I will wait until you finish carving."
The old man's name was Li Dahe, and he was an apprentice in the carpenter's shop in the town.
"Your kid plays well in this chess, and people are better than chess." This can be called a very high praise.
Li Dahe said, "The rumor in the village before is really unreliable. By the way, what can I do?"
Only then did Li Jin say his intention.
"There is a lack of a case at home, it is about five feet long, three feet wide, and two and a half feet high. I don't know Uncle Dahe, do you have time recently?"
The case table is a place used by scholars to write and draw.
Five feet long is about 1.6 meters; about three feet is about one meter; two and a half feet is 0.8 meters.
Li Jin did not intend to be so wide, but the cases in this era are basically very wide.
Because ancient people used brushes to write, most rice paper was four feet long, which was 138 centimeters long and 69 centimeters wide.
The table should be made wider to be tiled on top.
But in this case, the small bedroom at home will be significantly more cramped.
Li Jin thought, now the most important thing is to practice calligraphy. After all, there is only less than eight months left before the exam.
The small range of activities in the house can be tolerated temporarily.
When the village is over, he can hire a few people to help him build a study in the slightly empty yard opposite the kitchen.
Li Dahe said: "Okay, I have some wood here, all of which have been polished. I will lay it out in two days and send it to you."
Li Jin quickly thanked him and asked about the price.
Li Dahe waved his hand: "It's all in the same village, so I'll tell you the truth. The wood was left over from a businessman in the town.
One side was polished, and the other side was originally to be carved, but the first time it was not done, the businessman simply changed a board.
The wood is useless for me, even if it's for you.
You can give me eighty writings for the rest."
Li Jin paid half of the deposit first, and the money in his pocket went out for another forty pens.
When he went out, he couldn't help but sigh that reading is really expensive.
I gave my husband two hundred essay repairs and bought 37 essays of bacon, 255 essays in raw paper, bamboo-leaf paper, copybooks, rabbit hair pens, and ink blocks. Here is another 80 essays. .
After all his calculations, he earned six hundred and forty wen, only sixty-eight wen remained.
Today, I bought a steamed bun with three cents. Excluding the unpaid forty cents deposit, there are only 65 cents left in Li Jin's pocket.
After Li Jin was busy with this, when he returned home, outside the bedroom, he faintly heard the painful gasp of someone in the room.
He didn't know what was going on, and quickly pushed the door in.
——I saw the young boy in unruly clothes, holding the child on his chest, looking at him in panic.
Li Jin stood still, pretending to be calm.
In fact, the soul has no idea where to fly.
Two blushes quickly appeared on the boy's face. He wanted to take the child away and draw his clothes, but he cried as soon as the child left.
In the end, he could only break the can and let Li Jin see his appearance.
Li Jin gave a light cough and turned his head.
"I heard your voice outside and thought you were uncomfortable..."
The boy no longer knew how to react, his movements were stiff, and he didn't know what he had answered Li Jin.
Li Jin saw that there was no place for him to help, so he turned around and went out of the house, fetched water, took a shower, and washed his hair by the way.
When the teenager came out to feed the baby, Li Jin had already mixed the noodles with the husks, water and eggs.
He also cut some chopped green onions, mixed with salt, and mixed them again.
When the fire in the stove rises, brush a layer of oil on the bottom of the pot and scoop a spoonful of batter evenly on the bottom of the pot.
Soon, the oil was absorbed by the batter, and the pot body was piping hot from the fire, and a single-sided golden noodle quickly formed.
Before the noodles were browned, Li Jin quickly turned them over, and in a short while, one cake was ready.
Li Jin made a total of four pancakes. Before the pan was cold, he cut the pork belly into thin strips and fry them with potato shreds.
Few people in the village will cook meat when it is not New Year's Day and festivals, but fortunately, the fragrance of potato shreds and fried beans has not gone far.
Otherwise, if the children in the village smell it, then they have to come to beg for food.
Although the dinner is simple, it is already very delicious for a teenager who has basically never had any meat.
Coupled with Li Jin’s good craftsmanship, with meat and vegetables, the simple dishes are also very delicious.
After the boy ate a pancake, he quietly glanced at Li Jin.
Li Jin said: "You have been taking care of your children recently. Eat more."
He originally intended that his father was mowing or picking medicine outside during the day, and the things he did to feed the children were done by teenagers.
But the boy didn't know what he thought of, his face turned red, his head dropped, and he took back the paw that was about to reach the pancake.
Li Jin: "..."
In the end, he personally fed the cake to the boy.
The boy was shocked, and he didn't expect Li Jin to take care of him to this point.
Now, all his shyness and shyness disappeared.
My heart suddenly remembered what A-da said to him before his death: "Awen, Daddy can't see that you are married.
But you must remember that if your husband treats you well in the future, you must not be arrogant; if he treats you badly, don’t bother to please him, give birth to a child, and keep the child safe. Of raising.do you know?"
Qin Muwen thought, was he just now shy or arrogant?
But... A Jin didn't seem to dislike him.
The boy looked at Li Jin's side face shrouded in the orange sunset, and suddenly said: "A Jin, my name is Qin Muwen.
You never asked my name before, and I dare not tell you..."
Having said that, he paused for a while, and his face was a little pale when he thought of some unbearable past.
But he was still apologizing: "It's all my fault, I should take the initiative to tell you."
Li Jin was also slightly startled. He gradually recalled some fragments of the original owner's life these days, but after all, they were all fragments.
As for the name of the teenager he most wanted to know, it never appeared in his mind.
Li Jin even struggled with this.
But he never thought that the truth of the matter... actually was that the original owner hadn't asked the boy's name after two years of marriage.
The teenager thought that he would try his best to do what his father said, don't be arrogant.
But when the husband is so good, he can't help not to please him.
He likes his name very much, and he wants to share what he likes with A Jin.
After the boy said this, he waited anxiously, but Li Jin never responded.
Qin Muwen wanted to cry, but he was afraid of tears that would make A Jin resentful.
So he bluntly and hard to hold back the tears, leaving only a blush on the end of his eyes.
At this moment, the boy was embraced by someone who was not so broad but warm enough.
Li Jin's voice came from above his head: "Xiaowen."