The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

Xiao Baozi is now one year old and two months old, and he can say simple things and even understand the meaning of adults' words.

At this moment, he gave his favorite flowers to Dad. Although he was reluctant to bear it, when he heard what Dad said, he still said sensibly: "Fuck, ah!"

Qin Muwen was touched, before he had time to say anything, the little bun said again: "Ahhhhhhhh! Fall (le)!"

The last sentence was finished by Li Jin instead of Xiao Baozi: "Birthday Ji Le, Wen Wen."

Qin Muwen's eyes were round, and under the sun, his eyes were very clear. At first, there was a bit of shock inside, but more of it was sudden joy.

His birthday...

He hasn't celebrated his birthday in four years, and he has long forgotten about it.

Had it not been mentioned by Li Jin, he would not have known that the tenth day of August was his birthday.

Li Jin scraped his nose, let Xiaocha clean up the needles and threads, and then stuffed the little bun into Qin Muwen's arms.

"Little bun's congratulations are here. He ordered me to pick these flowers, which is also his heart.

I have to go to Ningxing Bookstore now, and come back to give you a congratulatory student, be good."

If Li Jin said'be good' before, it might make people feel a little nondescript.

But now, with his body and manner, Qin Muwen always ignores his age unconsciously, feeling that he is a lot younger than Li Jin.

Qin Muwen felt that what Zhao Shuang said a few days ago was not wrong at all-'Your husband is so spoiled'.

It is precisely because he is the one being spoiled that he appears very small in front of his husband and can be held in the palm of his hand.

Li Jin can know Qin Muwen’s birthday, or it was because he had to fill in various information about his ancestry and relatives when he applied for the exam in January this year, and he learned that the boy’s birthday was in August.

In the first year of his arrival, he accidentally missed this time.

Therefore, he also planned early to give the boy a birthday banquet this year.

Later, Li Jin asked Xiaocha not to cook today. Lunch will be delivered by people from Jufulou. Just pay attention to open the door later.

It didn't take much effort to say these things. When Li Jin walked to the outer courtyard, Xiao Er hadn't finished a cup of tea.

Li Jin said: "Neglect, there is no other servant in the family..."

Xiao Er hurriedly said: "Don't betray me, Li Tongsheng, you just need to change clothes, so the younger one can afford to wait."

Not long after they left the house, they arrived at the bookstore. The shopkeeper was already waiting on the second floor.

Xiao Er directly took him upstairs, and then stepped down.

Although the robes on Li Jin of the shopkeeper are clean, but the condition is not new. Previously, the Fucheng tabloid mentioned Li Jin's family background when writing the head of the trial case, and the shopkeeper had some impression of this.

But he did not dare to despise Li Jin in the slightest.Everyone from the prefect to the second person at the bookstore looked at Li Jin differently and was full of praise.

This shows that Li Jin is definitely a person worthy of deep friendship.

"Li Tong was born, and I happen to have a good Pu'er here. Today's climate is suitable, and I have cooked a little bit to invite you to share it."

Li Jin's expression was not at all cramped, and he smiled: "Thank you for the hospitality of the shopkeeper, you will be welcome that night."

Although Li Jin didn't have much research on tea, he also went to a lot of poetry clubs before, and the action of tasting tea seemed very elegant.

The two talked to each other, and finally got to the point.

When Li Jin walked downstairs, he felt as if he was stepping on the cloud, and he used his fingertips to probe the banknotes in his sleeves, which made him feel very at ease.

The treasurer Guo Zhen Yiyan gave him three one hundred taels of silver!

He finally said: "If this "Nong Sang Suan Jing" has made A Jin famous, and we will publish the book in the future, we still have this price."

This is for long-term cooperation in the future.

Li Jin naturally agreed. The second side that the two saw each other clearly. At the beginning of the conversation, there was still a "tender student" shopkeeper". Later, they have begun to call themselves brothers and sisters, as if they had been friends for many years.

But Li Jin knew that this was actually because of interests.

After returning, Li Jin handed the bank note to his little husband.

Qin Muwen looked at the bank note, then looked up at Li Jin, his mouth opened slightly, and said, "A Jin, is this a gift for birth?"

When Qin Muwen was young, his father gave him new clothes or books to celebrate his birthday.

Later, when A-da fell ill, he gave his dowry as a gift to Qin Muwen.That actually means to deliver... the things behind.

But Qin Muwen's father is a person with high emotional intelligence. He knows that his stupid child has been protected too well from childhood.

It is not Qin Muwen's turn to compete for favor, and the mistress in the backyard naturally looks down on him, and has never tossed him.

This caused Qin Muwen to know a little about the dirty methods of the back house, but he naively thought that he could not touch those things.

Qin Muwen's dad thought that after he died, other people would hand over the money to Awen. Those people must say,'This is what your dad left for you after his death'.

In that case, Ah Wen would be sad to hear it.

Therefore, he insisted on until the birthday of Awen, and asked people to discount some unused things and exchange them for silver tickets to give to Awen.

Until now, Qin Muwen even thought that it was a common thing to give a'banknote' as a gift.

Li Jin said, "Why, so looking forward to the gift of birth from me?"

Qin Muwen nodded very honestly, and Li Jin said, "You put away the bank notes first."

Then, he took Qin Muwen's hand and went directly to the study.

Li Jin directly took out all the scrolls in the painting tube.

Exactly eighteen volumes.

Qin Muwen is also exactly eighteen this year.

Li Jin asked Qin Muwen to stand in front of the case and put himself behind him. When speaking, he lowered his head slightly, and his breath hit his neck.

Seeing Xiao Fulang's earlobe gradually appearing pink, Li Jin said: "These are gifts for Wenwen. Take it apart and take a look."

Although Qin Muwen has been tidying up the study for Li Jin, he will not mess around with Li Jin's things.

He also asked Li Jin what these scrolls were before, and why he had to pack them in boxes when they moved.

But Li Jin just smiled and didn't answer.

At this moment, Qin Muwen's heart was pounding, he knew that A Jin was behind him, and he could definitely hear his heartbeat.

But he did not intend to conceal his excitement at all.

The first scroll is not big, and when one inch is slowly opened, the first thing you see is the...tail of a chicken.

Then the chicken's head also appeared in the line of sight. The chicken was very proud. With the background in the courtyard, Qin Muwen recognized at a glance that this was a chicken raised by his own.

——The chicken raised when I was still living in the village.

When the scroll was fully unfolded, Qin Muwen saw that he was carrying a bunch of persimmons in his hand, and the two chickens behind him were proud, as if the persimmons Qin Muwen was holding belonged to those two chickens.

Qin Muwen couldn't help laughing, he covered his lips with surprise in his eyes.

If A Jin hadn't painted this matter, he would have forgotten it. Looking at this scroll now, he completely remembered his helpless mood at that time.

He turned his head to look at A Jin, because the two of them stuck so hard that their foreheads even touched A Jin's lips.

Qin Muwen hurriedly straightened his head and said, "Fortunately, A Jin came back early that day... Later, A Jin directly went to Uncle Da He to hit the chicken coop and locked them up."

There are smiles in his dimples, just like the boy on the picture scroll who is holding the persimmon and thinking about eating when it snows.

Time has not left any traces of vicissitudes on him, and he can still smile so happily.

Qin Muwen was reluctant to roll up this picture.

Before A Jin said that he wanted to paint for him, he kept it in his heart, but A Jin did not take the initiative to mention it. He also kept silent in order not to interfere with A Jin's studies.

However, it is impossible to forget. A Jin painted all the little buns. He, he absolutely did not admit that he had eaten the vinegar of the little buns.

Li Jin also waited patiently for him, even if he couldn't finish it before lunch, he would continue to watch after dinner.

The food delivered from Jufulou was roast pigeon, beef soup, almond bake, etc. There were four dishes and two desserts.

When someone came to help set up a meal, Li Jin quietly lit a fire in the kitchen and cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for the teenager.

The noodles were made by Xiaocha, and they were a long one, and Qin Muwen didn't have time to notice the kitchen. His focus was on those scrolls.

It wasn't until Li Jin put the noodles on the table before calling him out of the study.

Xiaocha came to the house for a month, and it was much more cheerful than before.

He thought to Qin Muwen and said, "Congratulations on the birthday of the master, and wish you always such a happy life."

After a pause, Xiaocha added in a low voice: "This longevity noodle is made by the master himself."

Qin Muwen was taken aback for a moment. Since having a small tea, Li Jin has rarely been cooking.

But he actually gave not only his own picture scroll, but also this bowl of longevity noodles. Qin Muwen resisted the urge to shed tears and sat at the dinner table.

After eating, Qin Muwen looked at the paintings all day.

At dusk that day, he held all eighteen scrolls in his arms: "A Jin, can I take all these paintings with me?"

Li Jin said: "It's all yours, of course you can take it away."

Li Jin found that Qin Muwen had put these paintings in the storage compartment of the main house. There were wood-carved bunny pendants, ribbons, the first painting for the little bun, etc., all of which Qin Muwen had carefully accumulated.

Now that there are eighteen more scrolls, Qin Muwen thought for a while, put the scrolls in the second grid, six on each floor, three levels in total, all neatly arranged.

Li Jin has a new understanding of his little Fulang's collection addiction.

He thought, fortunately, he didn't paint Xiao Fulang when he didn't know how to paint. Otherwise, he would collect it like this and it would be a bit too much to look at it in a few years.

But Li Jin likes the little bun painting very much.

That was the first time Baozi smiled at him, and it was also the first day that he truly recognized Baozi as his own child.It is worth remembering.

That night, Li Jin wanted to just hold the boy to rest.

But Qin Muwen took the initiative to take off his clothes, revealing his fleshy body, and then took the initiative to open himself and invite Li Jin to enter.

This is how a man expresses his preference for the most primitive movements. Li Jin's movements were still very light at first, worrying about hurting the teenager.

But the boy kept urging him: "Hurry up, A Jin."

Li Jin did not send a ninja, and the kiss fell on his forehead: "You will be hurt."

Qin Muwen's eyes were full of water vapor, but still insisted: "I want you to be deeper, A Jin, I like you."

Li Jin couldn't help it anymore, lifting one leg of the boy over his shoulder, and the two looked at each other, and they could see his own figure in each other's eyes.

In this state, Li Jin went deep inch by inch and attacked the city.