The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

Of course, he was held by Li Jin, and he could only see a little bit of scenery.

The leaves on the treetops gradually turned yellow, and the cicadas had disappeared before they knew it.

In the past, Lijin was always a two-point line in the town and village, busy and fulfilling every day, and seldom paid attention to changes in the scenery outside.

But now, looking at the half-yellow leaves on the tree, he suddenly realized that he had been in this world for more than three months.

Now instead of feeling unreal at all, he still enjoys this peaceful day very much.

My heart is home.

After walking along the river for half an hour, I finally saw a relatively flat mountain road.

Li Jin took Qin Muwen, held Li Ruo, and walked up slowly with the crowd.

The sound of people talking or laughing around my ears is so lively.

"Father, come and see, what are those red fruits? Can you eat them? I'll pick them back and give them to my brother!"

A seven or eight-year-old girl took her father's clothes corner, pointed to the tree on the roadside and asked.

"That's cornel, it's not delicious, you hold your mother, don't go away, dad picks a bunch for you, don't put it in your hair."

Li Jin looked in the direction they were pointing, and saw that the dogwood leaves were oblate, and each section of the tree tops were hung with red fruits.

One by one, they hang down in strings, like drooping tassels.

He always didn't like to join in the fun, but he felt that the color of these fruits matched the cinnabar mole on the eyebrows of the teenager.

So I couldn't help but stepped forward to pick a bunch.

Li Jin said: "Your hair is well combed. I'm afraid it will loosen if you don't go up, so just don't put it on your collar, how about?"

Qin Muwen naturally agreed.

But looking around, it’s the parents who give the children hair or pin the cornel behind their ears, or the elders insert the cornel for the juniors...

Only his family, A Jin, took the cornel into his collar seriously.

Li Jin's hands are extremely beautiful, with distinct joints and pale pink fingertips. When he holds the cornel, he looks like the noble son in the painting.

For a moment, Qin Muwen's eyes filled with tears.

Since Dad passed away, no one has ever inserted cornel for him.

When Qin Muwen came back to his senses, the talking girl stood there, looking at him with her head up.

Qin Muwen flushed his face and hid himself behind A Jin very much.

Fortunately, the girl's mother quickly led her away, "There are so many people today, you can't run around, mother is going to be worried to death."

"Mother, there is a beautiful older sister, so I looked at him more often."

"That's not sister, it's brother..."

"The brother who inserted the dogwood next to him is also very nice."

"Girls are not allowed to say that men are good-looking, and then go back and teach you."

Going further up, Li Jin also found a hawthorn garden surrounded by fishing nets. It seems that there is a master and it is forbidden to pick it casually.

Looking at the red hawthorn, Li Jin suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.

He asked Qin Muwen: "Do you like hawthorn?"

Qin Muwen shook his head: "Sour, does A Jin like it?"

Li Jin did not answer, but approached the garden to greet the owner.

"Young man, I can't pick hawthorns here."

Li Jin asked: "September is now past, and the hawthorns are about to be fully ripened. But you haven't found a buyer for these hawthorns? If so, can you sell them next?"

The man greeted Li Jin with a polite face, and he picked some fruit from the treetops and handed them to Li Jin for a taste.

It gets more sun and is sweeter.

"This year's hawthorn harvest is good, and there is indeed some stock. If you want it, the price will be favorable."

Li Jin had stayed in the hospital before, and no pills appeared in this era. If he was sick, he had to drink Chinese medicine.

But in his opinion, in many cases there is no need to bother.

It just happened that he was free recently, so he could buy some hawthorn and go back to make big hawthorn pills. If he could sell it, he would make a lot of profit.

After Mr. Song suggested that he buy a house, although Li Jin did not express his opinion at the time, he was still moved, so he got a little bit of the situation.

If you want to buy a house in the town, the cheapest set of two-entry yard is thirty taels.

But you have to find out which one is willing to sell, and then you have to communicate with your neighbors, and your neighbors agree to live here before you can pay for it.

If the neighborhood disagrees, the homeowner agrees to sell it.

For the time being, Li Jin is not worried about the neighbourhood. He has a reputation as a doctor, and most people will not specifically trouble him.

The most important thing now is money.

It's not that Li Jin has never thought of using other methods to make money, but this is after all in ancient times, transportation is inconvenient, and people in the town have limited purchasing power.

He used to be a doctor, and one month, three or two months of silver is already considered a very high salary.

Now that Doctor Wu comes back, it is naturally impossible for the shopkeeper to give both doctors so much money.

Li Jin originally said that he had helped in the past, but in the end he definitely couldn't occupy the magpie's nest. The shopkeeper didn't even ask to keep him. Even if he was famous, he could only go home.

When Li Jin bought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he also asked the boss if he needed someone to copy the book.

But because there are few scholars in the town, the boss can only apologize and say: "There are not many people here who can afford books. If you go to the county in the future, there are bookstores that hire scholars to copy books."

As a result, Li Jin's way of making money was cut off.

After all, he can't work hard from morning till night like his peers in the village.On the one hand, there is no time, and on the other hand, the money earned is too little.

Fortunately, the vegetable farm at home can be self-sufficient, and the shopkeeper Song keeps delivering meat, which did not make Li Jin feel stretched.

But Li Jin also knew that if he couldn't find work, sooner or later he would be eaten up at home.

At that time, it is likely that Qin Muwen will become a needleworker to make money to support him.

Li Jin has psychological pressure, but he does not show it. He is not the kind of man who likes to complain.

On the contrary, he is willing to do everything silently, so as not to let the people he wants to protect suffer the slightest grievance.

Finally, after discussing with the owner of the Hawthorn Garden, Li Jin took a few kilos of hawthorn with him.

When Li Jin wanted to give money, the owner said: "If you want to do big business with me, these hawthorns will be my gift.

But if you don't come here again, I don't lack these few catties of hawthorn."

Li Jin smiled and accepted: "Thank you."

In fact, he thought, the ancient people's business minds were still too simple.

The Hawthorn Garden is in such a good location. If it is opened now and let these people pick it, and finally sell it, it will definitely make a fortune.

But on such a good day as the Double Ninth Festival, there are not even vendors selling sachets around.The owner also used fishing nets to surround his tree, for fear of others stealing it.

Qin Muwen found an open space, put down his luggage, sat with Li Jin, and while feeding rice cereal to the buns, he asked, "A Jin, what do you want so many hawthorns for?"

Li Jin said, "I'll make candied haws for you."