The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

Huang Yiling is young, with a little familiarity.

He put down his heavy grease bag and said: "When Dr. Wu recommended me pills yesterday, I originally wanted to refuse.

Fortunately, I thought of some miscellaneous books that I had read before. It was written that the doctors of the Beijing Great Medicine Hall made pills for the convenience of patients to take them directly.

The effect is not worse than that of decoction, and there is no need to decoction."

Li Jin nodded slightly. He now has too few people in contact, and there is no bookshop for freedom in the town.

Therefore, what he has learned so far is only a small part of the local customs.

Although Huang Yiling said this is all hearsay, but at least it has some basis, Li Jin listened very carefully.

Seeing Li Jin’s serious expression, Huang Yiling said more vigorously: “This pill is sold in two pieces, originally four pieces. I bought two pieces yesterday, which is the amount for one day, and Dr. Wu gave it back to me. One article."

Seeing him very excited, Li Jin thought very innocently, big brother, this pill was originally a penny, just because Doctor Wu was smart, he forcibly doubled the price.

"Brother Li, if you buy it, Doctor Wu will definitely give you more money!"

Li Jin smiled and brought the topic over. He said, "I have brought a few paintings that I made by myself, and I will ask Brother Huang for advice."

Huang Yiling also found that she had said too much, and she was almost like a shopkeeper at the door attracting customers.

He touched his nose and picked up Li Jin's painting.

Huang Yiling has been studying painting for nearly ten years, and he can see at a glance that Li Jin is just a beginner. He smiled shyly: "Then I'm welcome."

He dipped a little tea with his fingertips, and said to Li Jin: "Let's expand from the details. First of all, the ink here is uneven..."

After Huang Yiling finished speaking, she re-layed a piece of paper and showed it to Li Jin.

Sure enough, in the hands of real experts, this pen became very flexible. Before Li Jin practiced the brushwork for a long time, Huang Yiling used it casually.

After he finished the painting himself, he said: "If Brother Li doesn't dislike it, he can try it, and I will correct the brushwork for you."

Li Jin couldn't ask for it.

They are close to the window here, with good lighting and few people around. The two of them come and go like this, and an hour has passed without knowing it.

Li Jin felt that a lot of the obscure content he saw in the book had been explained, and his name for Huang Yiling had also changed from Brother Huang to Yiling.

Although Chen Xiran said that it is enough to read a book and calligraphy and painting, but having a personal guide next to him is tantamount to getting twice the result with half the effort.

Li Jin lowered his attitude at the beginning and asked Huang Yiling for advice.

Huang Yiling said with a smile: "A Jin knows a lot about the theoretical knowledge of calligraphy and painting, and it saves me a lot of words.

As long as I go back and practice more with these brushwork problems, it won't take long for A Jin to draw what he wants to draw."

Li Jin said: "Thank Yiling."

Huang Yiling discussed some poem-composing tips with Li Jin, and Li Jin also told him the inspiration and opportunity for making idyllic poems without any secret.

He even wrote his own poem that took a lot of energy and piled up rhetoric, but was circled by Mr. Song with many modifications.

Of course, this poem Li Jin has also been revised in accordance with Song's requirements.

Huang Yiling's eyes widened when she saw it, and she was full of praise: "I thought that the poem of chrysanthemum and chrysanthemum in the fighting poem meeting was the pinnacle of Ajin, but then I heard the idyllic poems, and now I look at this kind of rhyme poems. Every capital is amazing. "

Li Jin said modestly: "Yi Ling is absurd."

After speaking, he talked about the experience of composing this poem again. Huang Yiling couldn't help but laugh, and the feelings between the two were quickly drawn closer.

In the end, Li Jin took the initiative and asked Huang Yiling to go to Baishifang for a meal. He bought another two kilograms of sugar cubes before walking towards the village.

After Huang Yiling returned home, she first presented the eight pills she bought to Mr. Huang.

Then he told the story of his encounter with Li Jin again.He told Mr. Huang last time that Li Jin is actually the little genius doctor of Xinglintang.

Huang Yiling said, "Sir, when A Jin Muxiu next time, I will ask him to check your pulse."

Huang Xiucai said: "You have a heart. I also read Li Jin’s idyllic poem, and I did a good job. Yesterday I ventilated with Song Xiucai and learned that the poem was completely written by Li Jin. He did not move. Word by word."

Huang Xiucai stroked his beard: "Li Jin is 18 years old, and he will only be 19 when he participates in the children's test next year. If he writes well in the eight-part essay, then the case is likely to be him.

You make good friends with him, and learn more from others' diligence, don't just know how to paint all day long."

Huang Yiling agreed bitterly.He didn't just know how to paint. In fact, painting is one of the ways to reduce pressure.

His parents still in the village have high hopes for him. Every time his eldest brother comes to town, he must bring him new clothes or handkerchiefs made by his mother, and occasionally he has spare ribs stewed specially for him.

Although the family did not say anything, Huang Yiling knew that the whole family hoped that they could be in high school this time.

The talents who are not as weak as the champions are like geniuses in this remote town!

But Huang Yiling also knows his own strength, Xu Zifan and Zhou Qi also have their own merits, they didn't hit the first time, and he...really suspended.

Huang Yiling’s pressure has nowhere to vent, she can only paint...but this was said by Mr. Huang that she was not doing business.

Only bitterness remained in his heart.

But he also knew that he was just an ordinary farmer, but now he lived a life like a young master. He hadn't worked in farming since he was a child, and he was loved by his family.

He must not let his parents, eldest brother, and second brother down.

Huang Xiucai looked at Huang Yiling's final firm eyes and told him to go down to review his homework.

Pills are sold by word of mouth and repeat customers.

Huang Yiling is a living example. Zhou Guijin also told Li Jin that he had sold 36 pieces including yesterday.

When there were more repeat customers, other people saw that this thing was really effective, so they bought it and tried it. Anyway, two are only four cents, and it's not expensive.

However, Li Jin still faces a problem now, that is, there are not enough hawthorns at home, so he can only make fifteen more. He plans to go to the mountain tomorrow and buy two hundred catties of hawthorns.

Last time, the owner said that if two hundred catties are up, they will be sent directly to the village.

Hawthorn has a catty and five liters, and two hundred catties is a tael of silver, and the price is fair.

The main reason is that the owner's hawthorn fruit is big, sour and sweet, and of high quality. You can make candied haws for Qin Muwen every few days.

When Li Jin arrived home, the boy picked all the persimmons from the persimmon tree in his yard and dried them in rows on the windowsill.

The two hens who were originally nesting under the persimmon tree have been following Qin Muwen, like debt collectors.

When Li Jin saw this scene, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Seeing him back, Qin Muwen stepped forward to take the back basket, and then fetched water for Li Jin to wash his hands.

The two chickens really bullied the soft and feared the hard. As soon as Qin Muwen got close to Li Jin, they stepped back, pretending that nothing happened, and didn't know what to peck on the ground.

Qin Muwen unbuttoned Li Jinjie's robe, all of which were carefully stitched on one by one.

Untie is also particularly smooth.

Li Jin changed into the moon-white linen bunt, which he wore at home, making it convenient to practice calligraphy and eat.

Once Qin Muwen went to the yard, the two chicken'creditors' followed Qin Muwen and asked for their persimmons.

Since Li Daniu gave these two chickens as Li Ruo's full moon gift, they have been living under the persimmon tree, probably because of the relationship with the persimmon tree.

It didn't take long for the persimmons to be ripe, and they were all beaten down by Qin Muwen.

Two chickens are very angry...

It was the first time that Li Jin saw an angry expression on the face of a teenager, and then he turned his head to reason with the two chickens.

No, it is a threat to be precise.

"Your rations are in my hands, and I won't eat them anymore!"

It can be said to be very fierce, but Qin Muwen did not expect that even the fierce Samoyed would be a smiling angel.

The two chickens are fearless.

Li Jin said: "It's okay. I asked Uncle Dahe to make a chicken coop and put them in. Anyway, it will be cold after another month. It's time to build a cage for them."

Qin Muwen agreed.These two chickens were very good before, but because he beat persimmon today, they turned their faces and refused to recognize each other.

As soon as Li Jin walked to them, the two chickens pretended to be watching, but slowly moved towards the nest under the persimmon tree.

Too well-behaved.

Perhaps with Li Jin's shock, the two chickens never made a fuss anymore. Qin Muwen cooked a little porridge that nourished his stomach, served with cold side dishes, and waited for Li Jin to finish eating.

He would help Li Jin pick up the wick of the oil lamp while he was eating.

The candlelight hit his side face, his eyelashes were long and soft, and he felt a sense of protection.

Then Li Jin went out and spade Li Dahe, saying that he lacked a chicken coop.

Li Dahe was smoking dry tobacco, squinting his eyes, and said, "How old is your family? You have only two chickens, so you need to build a chicken coop?"

Li Jin said: "Then make a cage that can hold five chickens, and I will buy a few more chickens after it's done."

Li Dahe nodded: "Well, five chickens are good. Sooner or later, your family will have a second child. Recently, you have to help your husband."

Li Jin is no longer surprised when he hears words of this level. He smiled and nodded, and said, "This is indeed the reason."

Li Dahe smiled and said, "Li Zhuzi came to me a few days ago and said that he wanted to give the third child at home a thing to practice walking."

Li Jin wondered: "Isn't the third child in Brother Zhuzi's family just over three months old?"

Li Dahe slapped the dry smoke: "You don't know this. I got some polished lumber a few days ago. Li Zhuzi is well-informed, so I got inquiries."

Li Jin is also not polite: "Uncle Dahe can't forget my steamed stuffed buns, you had drunk steamed stuffed full moon wine before."

Li Dahe was stunned: "Your bun is a brother...?"

Li Jin looked as it should: "My brother is also my cub, I dote on him."

Li Dahe nodded: "You have a good mentality, okay, based on your words, I will give your buns a few more gadgets."

Li Jin thanked him directly.

After returning, Li Jin silently read the book again, and then did three sets of push-ups, each set of fifty.

He now has obvious abdominal muscle texture on his stomach, and his chest muscles are slightly prominent. Li Jin is already quite satisfied with his figure.

He went into the house after taking a shower. The boy was still up and left a lamp for him.

Li Jin got into the bed and remembered the sentence inspired by Li Zhuzi long ago...

He took the young man's hand down and said, "Wenwen, help me."