The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

Li Jin could still smell the alcohol on his body, but his little Fulang had already closed his eyes against him, so Li Jin reached out and put out the oil lamp, went back to the quilt, and adjusted a comfortable posture for Little Fulang.

That night, Qin Muwen had been holding Li Jin's hand, showing his love and dependence on Li Jin to the fullest.

Since then, Li Jin has pushed down all the banquets that can be pushed away, and tried his best to drink less.

In short, I won't let myself go home full of alcohol.

In late September, the township test was released, and Lu Changdong was not on the list.

Although he knew this result in his heart, he still felt extremely disappointed when he saw the release.

But on second thoughts, they saved more than 3,000 Gongsheng (xiucai) to participate in this autumn, and only 135 were admitted, and the admission rate was originally low.In addition, Lu Changdong's bad luck and unstable mentality when answering the papers made it reasonable to not be admitted.

For this reason, the students of Class A who did not participate in the imperial examination voluntarily organized everyone to go to the suburbs to enjoy the chrysanthemum.

Seeing that the chrysanthemum was blooming beautifully, Li Jin bought a few pots and went back.

When he went to the school the next day, Li Jin gave Lao Pang a pot, and the rest was left at home for Xiao Fulang and Xiao Baozi.

Old Pang watched his students come to send flowers early in the morning and stroked his beard happily.

After Li Jin went to the lecture hall, Mr. Pang felt that he should give a tribute.

But he has nothing to give away except calligraphy and painting.But calligraphy and painting, it is not yet time to give it to Li Jin.

For a time, Old Pang was a little embarrassed.

He drank tea in the outer hall, then stepped on clogs and raised his trouser legs.

Decided to fish up the rock that hadn't been long since I was put in.

It turned out that these stones deposited at the bottom of the pool absorbed a large amount of ink residue, which made the pool water gradually clear.

Old Pang originally prepared six boxes of stones, and planned to let Li Jin finish all the training, and then announced to others that he had accepted his apprentice.

Although Li Jin hasn't even finished training the stones in the fourth box, he has played well in basic skills and the heat has arrived.

In other words, the average person has to practice six times to reach the level, and Li Jin can already write the same level after less than four times.

After pulling out these half-black stones, Old Pang frowned. After thinking for a while, he put the stones in again.

He can feel that although Li Jin has reached the level of calligraphy now, he still has greater potential.If he can persevere in practicing these, he can feel something and write words with a strong personal style.

Thinking about this, Pang Lao decided to let Li Jin continue practicing.

He didn't want to waste Li Jin's talent in calligraphy.

That evening, when Li Jin returned home, it was still bright.In the inner courtyard, two dumplings, one large and one small, squatted beside the pots of chrysanthemums and counted how many leaves they had.

After all, counting petals is almost an impossible task for the little buns now.

Li Jin put down the book basket, cleaned his hands, and hugged the little bun in his arms.

This time Baozi didn't stop him saying that he would not be allowed to hug him when he grew up, but instead asked in a low voice, "Daddy, after having a younger brother, would you still hold a little bun like this?"

Li Jin looked at his eyes, looked at the pitiful Chuchu inside, and said, "No matter whether you have a sibling or not, Dad will always hold you until the little bun grows up."

The little bun suddenly stopped talking. Just when Li Jin thought he was about to fall asleep, Bao Ji only said softly: "I will never grow up."

Li Jin discovered that the character of his little bun was actually very similar to Qin Muwen, except that the little bun had one more dad who loved him than Qin Muwen, so he was obviously more carefree.

If the young Qin Muwen had something that he couldn't get by working hard, he would probably only hide his grievances silently.

That night, Li Jin hugged Fulang's waist. He could clearly feel that Xiao Fulang's waist was thick. Although it was not obvious in the clothes, he could still feel it when he was lying flat on the bed.

Li Jin said: "Four months."

When Xiao Baozi had just passed his birthday, Qin Muwen began to suffer from morning sickness, apparently for more than 20 days.Calculated in detail, it is probably the middle of May of the same year that the time of actual pregnancy.

It is now at the end of September, and the little boy in Qin Muwen's stomach has been thinking about it for more than four months.

Qin Muwen suddenly remembered that the medical skills Li Jin had brought back had written'April to July, you can have sex lightly', he was a little nervous.

Although he was very afraid, he was not half reluctant if he handed himself over to his husband.

Li Jin didn't think about it at all. He just counted the time when Qin Muwen picked up the cub and when his belly would really show up.

So in Qin Muwen's nervousness and expectation, Li Jin just patted him on the back and said, "Go to sleep."

Qin Muwen: "..."

Earlier, Chen Xiran and Zou Xiujie wrote to ask if Li Jin would participate in Qiuwei. After receiving a reply from Li Jin, Zou Xiujie said that he would leave for Fucheng next month and continue to study at Ningxing College.

However, Chen Xiran intends to purchase two hundred acres of fertile land in the town. He has a good reputation and does not need to pay taxes or perform military service. His life is very prosperous.

Because the recipient was Li Jin, Chen Xiran didn't pay attention to those who were too serious when he wrote back, but instead used his own tone of voice.

After all, the two of them are friends who know all the "dark history" of each other. At first, the two of them would not be able to pair or write poems. The scene of Li Jin telling Chen Xiran's "technique" seems to be vivid.

"Although I am a talented scholar, I cannot enter Ningxing College with my secondary student's grades. Moreover, even if I finally enter, I may not be able to take the exam for several decades. It is better to buy the family property earlier. It's not easy, I can't do any more misfortune."

After Zou Xiujie came to Fucheng, he was a little disappointed when he heard that Chen Xiran planned to settle in the town.

"No one asks me to eat meat anymore."

Li Jin also sighed with this, so the two of them ate a chicken at noon, and after eating, they put all the melancholy behind.

If Chen Xiran knew, he would be greatly moved.

After Zou Xiujie was ranked in the previous hospital examination, he could enter the elder student only one person short of it. However, because there were too many children in the previous year who participated in the hospital examination, he had not competed and could only be ranked in the hyperbolic student.

The scholar named Linsheng gets salary and lumi every month, but Zengsheng does not.

As for the additional students admitted by Chen Xiran, the meaning is an extra addition, which is attached to the end of the lives, and is only a scholar in name.But the college does not accept it.

However, students who have been admitted to the secondary students have the opportunity to participate in the hospital examination again, so that they can pass the examination for elder students and hyperplastic students next time.

But Chen Xiran's enthusiasm for imperial examinations has obviously been exhausted. If it weren't for classmate Li Jin who planned to take another exam, he might not have wanted to pay attention to the news in this area.

After Zou Xiujie entered the academy, Li Jin recommended a few books to him first, "If you can't borrow these books, I have manuscripts, you can take them and read them first."

Zou Xiujie naturally thanked him. He said, "Thank you, Brother Ajin, if I can't borrow it, I have to write to my home tomorrow and tomorrow, and I will go to your place to get the book the next day."

Li Jin smiled and asked: "The day after tomorrow will be fine. However, didn't Xiujie already have a letter yesterday? Why do you have to write again tomorrow?"

Zou Xiujie said: "I originally planned to leave for Fucheng with my wife in August. It just so happens that I have a reputation for being a talent and can buy a house in Fucheng. With good luck, I can still be your neighbor.

Coincidentally, my wife was happy at that time and could only raise a baby at home.So I stayed at home with her for an extra month. Later my parents urged me to pack up and rush to Fucheng.But I promised my wife to write to her the next day."

Before Li Jin had time to speak, Zou Xiujie said again: "By the way, is there a happy event at Brother A Jin's house? The little bun is four years old. No matter what the second child says, it should be on the agenda."

When it comes to family members, Li Jin's attitude is always gentle. He said: "It's similar to your situation. My husband is also happy."

Zou Xiujie immediately smiled and said, "Congratulations, Brother A Jin."

Li Jin also said, "Tongxi."

The day after tomorrow, when Zou Xiujie went to Li Jin's house, he brought some gadgets to the little bun, in exchange for the little bun with a sweet voice: "Hello, uncle."

After hearing this, Zou Xiujie looked melancholy, "It's a pity that my child was born too late."

Otherwise, let Xiao Baozi marry home and let him be the home, and let Xiao Baozi marry just like at home.

Li Jin smiled and said, "These are all children's matters, and they have to choose by themselves."

Anyway, he can't carry his cub now, Li Jin feels no burden at all.

On the night when Zou Xiujie was sent away, Li Jin was doing push-ups in the main room, the little bun squatted to the side to count him, and Qin Muwen sat on the bed and looked at the father and son.

Suddenly, Qin Muwen let out an "ah", and Li Jin was shocked, got up quickly, and was about to check his pulse immediately.

"Where does it hurt?"

Qin Muwen shook his head, pointed to his abdomen, and said, "He, he kicked me."

Li Jin was relieved now, it turned out that it was a fetal movement.

He cleaned his hands and carefully placed his hands on Qin Muwen's belly. The slightly bulging abdomen showed only shallow undulations, but Li Jin was not in a hurry. After waiting for a few minutes, there was an obvious collision from the palm of his hand.

The little bun also lay eagerly by the bed, his big eyes full of worry: "Daddy, Daddy..."

Li Jin took him to bed and said, "The child in Dad's belly is moving. Do you want to touch him?"

In fact, although children of this age do not have much strength in their hands, they are often indifferent.

Li Jin told him to put it gently on Dad's belly, not forcefully.

Little Bun nodded: "Gently, Bun knows."

Qin Muwen couldn't help but smile when Xiao Baozi's paws were put on it, "Don't have to be so light, Baozi, relax a little bit."

But Baozi looked serious, his arms were tight, and he couldn't relax at all.

When he felt the impact under his belly, he reacted even more exaggeratedly than Qin Muwen, and he straightened up immediately and quickly withdrew his hand.

Like a hamster who suddenly grabbed a hazelnut, he recovered after a while: "Daddy, I feel it!"

Once he was born and then cooked again, the little bun touched it again, muttering, "When will my brother come out to play with me?", sleep fell and eyelid fights.

Li Jin took him back to the room and took a shower by himself before returning to the bed.

On the second day, Qin Muwen woke up in the morning. Li Jin's side was already empty. He looked at the sun and got up to wash.

After breakfast, Qin Muwen was planning to make some children's clothes, when he saw Xiao Baozi brought his thousand-character essay and poetry collection.

The little bun said, "Daddy, I will study for my brother today."