So he had to save up the money to buy an inkstone quickly before the river froze.
Lin Sanzhu had already calculated it. Based on the salary of 30 cash a day, he only had to carry the sack for seven days to buy back the 200 cash inkstone.
After hearing this, Lao Lintou didn't say much. He turned to Mrs. Wu and said, "Go and look for the third child."
The pot is cooked over high heat, and the cooking process is naturally fast. No, a big bowl of braised pork was finally served to the table amidst the endless calls of the children.
It's no exaggeration to say that it's a thousand requests. Just a few little guys would run to the pot and ask "Is the meat delicious?" from time to time no less than twenty times.
Mrs. Wu roughly counted the pieces of braised pork, and there must be two pieces for each person. The eldest daughter-in-law is worthy of her true inheritance.
With the food in front, Mrs. Wu didn’t waste any time. She picked up her chopsticks and started to share it with everyone. First she put two pieces into each person’s bowl. After one round, she found that there was still some meat left in the bowl, so she gave a few more pieces. Take another piece of the small one, and then the broth. In order for everyone to share a spoonful, Zhou specially added an extra ladle of water to the pot when cooking the meat.
After dividing the pork, they divided the steamed buns, again to two adults and one child. Then, Mrs. Feng and Mrs. Liu brought over a jar of polenta and pickled radish that had just been taken out of the jar.
Lao Lin opened the bowl and started eating, and the whole family started eating.
To Lin Yuanqiu's surprise, the devouring food he imagined did not appear. In the main room, adults and children were all savoring the food in small bites, as if it was eaten too quickly and it was not considered meat.
As for the oily broth, it is naturally the most delicious when used to dip steamed buns.
Touching his swollen belly, Lin Yuanqiu felt that tonight's meal was the most enjoyable meal he had eaten since he came here.
It was rare that she had to light the oil lamp for half an hour. Mrs. Wu felt a little distressed and urged everyone to go back to their rooms quickly, "It's getting dark. You don't have to spend money to buy lamp oil. Why don't you go back to your room and sleep!"
The little children dispersed in a hurry, and then went back to their rooms happily.
Lin Yuanqiu felt that it was actually quite good to live in ancient times when the population was prosperous. Children here never had to understand what loneliness was. They had endless words and endless chats with their brothers and sisters around them every day. Although they lived a poor life, they still had endless conversations. Lovely.
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Back in the room, Lin Sanzhu took out the porcelain bottle he bought. It was a small one with a small cork stuck at the mouth of the bottle.
Seeing the cheap dad hand the bottle to him, Lin Yuanqiu wondered, OK, what are you doing with an empty bottle for yourself?
Lin Sanzhu touched his son's little head and said with a smile, "It's used to fill the dog with ink."
Hold ink?
Lin Sanzhu nodded. This was the idea he came up with after seeing many wine jars while carrying goods at the dock today.
So after settling his wages, he couldn't wait to go to the grocery store and buy a porcelain bottle.
Also, Lin Sanzhu decided that starting from tomorrow, he would get up a quarter of an hour earlier, and then use this time to help Gouzi grind the ink he needs to use every day, and then put it into a small porcelain bottle, so that Gouzi does not have to carry it with him The grindstone is gone.
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Chapter 16 Embroidery Craftsmanship
Lin Sanzhu kept his promise. On the second day, at the beginning of the morning, he got dressed and got up.
The water was brought into the house last night. After scooping a spoonful of water on the whetstone, Lin Sanzhu held the ink stick and sharpened the ink.
At this point, the sky outside was still dark, let alone the light in the room. Lin Sanzhu thought to himself that he must be rich by carrying the sack. No, he actually dared to light the oil lamp so early in the morning.
But to be honest, the feeling of being able to make money is really different. Although I used to live a comfortable life, no matter what, I still lacked the confidence in my heart.
But now, Lin Sanzhu's mood has changed a lot.
Especially last night, when he saw a few kids eating pork and giving him uncle (father) fierce looks, Lin Sanzhu felt that his waist, which had been pressed by a sack for most of the day, was still straight.
Soon the water turned into ink color. Lin Sanzhu carefully picked up the pottery plate that received the ink, poured the ink into a porcelain bottle on the side, then added two spoons of water to the whetstone and continued sharpening.
When Lin Yuanqiu woke up, the ink in the small porcelain bottle was almost full.
The book bag had been packed yesterday. In addition to books, paper and pen, Lin Yuanqiu also put a small dish in it, which is used to hold ink. When the time comes, he can pour the ink from the porcelain bottle into the dish. Dip in ink and write.
Hearing the commotion in the yard, Mrs. Wu walked out of the house. What she was holding in her hand was the old clothes that Lin Sanzhu asked for yesterday. Mrs. Wu added a piece of coarse cloth to her shoulders overnight, so that when she carried the sack, she would feel more comfortable. More wear-resistant.
"Mom, what are you doing up so early? It's cold outside!"
Lin Sanzhu frowned. It was cold and dewy early in the morning, so don't let me freeze.
Wu was convinced in her heart, but she was dissatisfied, "What are you worried about? Your mother and I are not made of tofu."
As she said that, Mrs. Wu stuffed her clothes into her third son's arms, and then handed over the two coins in her hand, "You will go to town in a bullock cart later. Walking back and forth like this won't be bearable." "
Even if Wu didn't say anything today, Lin Sanzhu was still planning to ride on the bullock cart.
Otherwise, not only will the daily journey be tiring, but it will also be delayed a lot in terms of time.
Lin Sanzhu felt that if he used the time he saved by riding the bullock cart to carry sacks, he would definitely earn several more coins.
Lin Sanzhu didn't accept the money given by Wu for riding the bullock cart. He still had more than a dozen wages from yesterday on him. It would be really unreasonable for him to ask for it from my mother.
Old Lintou came out carrying a bamboo tube filled with water. Carrying a sack was a strenuous task, so how could he do it without carrying water?
Seeing this, Lin Sanzhu smiled and patted his head. How could he forget such an important thing? His mouth was so dry when he was working yesterday, and it was so cold that there wasn't even a water stall on the pier. Later, I still asked Lin Shi for the water they poured.
Lin Sanzhu sighed, no wonder the old saying goes, "Vinegar is fragrant when old, and ginger is spicy when old." Older people always think more thoughtfully than young people, and they still have a lot to learn.
After leaving the courtyard, the father and son walked quickly to the clan school.
Lin Yuanqiu did not put the small porcelain bottle into the book bag. Although the cork was tightly sealed, he was still worried that the ink would flow out and stain the book, which would make him cry.
"Dad, it's okay if you don't buy the inkstone. Don't we have porcelain bottles? We can put ink in them in the future."
This is Lin Yuanqiu's true thought. Now that he is enlightened at the age of five, there is no need to be so particular about the things he uses for studying, as long as they can be used. Besides, the method of using porcelain bottles to store ink is really good. Isn't this the same as the bottled ink in his previous life? , every time you write, just open the lid and pour it out, saving time and worry, how convenient it is.
The most important thing is that Dad's thin body makes him really worried. Carrying sacks is hard work, and what will happen if he hurts his body.
Lin Sanzhu nodded Lin Yuanqiu's little nose and said with a smile: "You think daddy does this work specifically for your inkstone? Let me tell you, that's not the case. Now daddy is making money and is on top. Dad thinks, in such a day Living life is the only way to be energetic."
Seeing his son looking at him in surprise, Lin Sanzhu thought that the child was still too young to understand what he meant, so he stopped talking.
How could Lin Yuanqiu not understand what Lin Sanzhu said? Just now he was just surprised by the unconcealable confidence of the cheap dad when he spoke, and the full energy on his face.
The clan school door was open, and the sound of reading loudly could be heard in the class room. It seemed that Master Wang had already arrived.
Lin Sanzhu was rushing to the village entrance to take a bullock cart, so he did not send Lin Yuanqiu in. He squatted down, straightened his son's cotton-padded jacket, and warned: "Daddy is going to town. You should be obedient in school and listen to the teacher." If so, do you know?"
Lin Yuanqiu nodded, "Dad, remember to go home early."
The person in front of him suddenly reminded Lin Yuanqiu of his grandfather who sent him to kindergarten in his previous life. His eyes were full of love, which gave him the illusion that although he was in another world, nothing had changed except for his basic necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation.
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I have learned more than half of the Three Character Sutra. In the past few days, in addition to teaching the second half, Master Wang has also focused on the practice of calligraphy. In his words, it is the neat and neat calligraphy of one hand, which is the most basic face of a scholar. If you can write well If you are crawling like a dog, then you are not a scholar.
Naturally, the children did not want to be denied their identity as scholars, so every writing class was full of energy.
It is worth mentioning that since that day Lin Yuanqiu's "Porcelain Bottled Ink Technique" became popular in the school, within three days, every student in the entire class was imitating Lin Yuanqiu's example. I came to school every day with a porcelain bottle filled with ink.
As for why it is "not more than three days", of course it requires time to digest and react.
Lin Yuanqiu was a little depressed. Originally, he saw the envious looks from his classmates and was thinking about whether to include the bottled ink business in his future plans to make money. Unexpectedly, he had only been excited for two days, and his classmates were copying the same methods. It was gone, and now Lin Yuanqiu was like a balloon with a hole in it, dying out.
The happiest person here is Mrs. Wang, because he no longer has to worry about the kids rubbing ink and knocking over the inkstone. Speaking of which, the ink spilled all over the table and the floor is very annoying to clean up. Bar.
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In the hall, the three sisters-in-law were doing needlework.
Zhou and Liu mended their clothes, while Feng embroidered the flowers on the insoles with colorful threads.
These silk threads and embroidery cloth were bought for her by Lin Sanzhu yesterday. Since she got married, Feng has never picked up an embroidery needle. At this time, she is still a bit sloppy when it comes to embroidery.
But the more you practice, the more you'll get used to it.
Seeing Mrs. Feng patiently embroidering stitch by stitch, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Liu felt strange that their three younger siblings had not been seen visiting each other in the past two days.
"Third brother and sister, why haven't you been seen out these days?" Ms. Liu asked.
Zhou couldn't help but said, "Yes, the third brother and sister suddenly changed their temper, which made us a little uncomfortable."
"What's there to do? With all this free time, I might as well embroider a few more flowers at home. Besides, am I the one who likes to hang out?"
Zhou: "..."
Mrs. Liu: "..."
I don’t know who the person is who runs out every day when his job is lost.
"Don't you two not believe it!"
Seeing Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Liu with faces that looked like they were telling lies, Mrs. Feng was a little dissatisfied and said, "When I was at my parents' house, it was hard for me to even take a step out of the door."
Ms. Feng was telling the truth. When she was at her parents' home, she would often do embroidery all day long, so there was no time to go out and walk around.
It's strange to say that they both learned embroidery skills from their grandmother, but the embroidery work done by Feng is always more exquisite than that of the other sisters, and the color matching is also better.
Shops in the town all charge for embroidery work like this. Although a penniless person doesn't earn much, he can save enough to provide the family with salt and oil.
Therefore, the family did not let Feng do menial work, but let her concentrate on embroidery.
This is also the reason why Feng's skin is whiter compared to the other two sisters-in-law.
Originally, with Feng's skills, she could continue to make needlework to support the family after marrying into her husband's family. However, when she was born, her embroidery thread, embroidery nails, needles, scissors, etc. were all left behind by her parents. When she was at home, she was not allowed to take her to her husband's house.
If she wanted to buy a new one, she would have to spend at least thirty or forty cents. Where did she and her husband get the money?
Besides, after holding embroidery needles for so many years, Feng wanted to hide away.
Now that she could finally take a break, which she always wanted, she wouldn't be stupid enough to ask for a job.
However, Mrs. Feng did not expect that she, who originally planned to take a break for a year or two, would no longer have any interest in doing embroidery work.
If it hadn't been for Lin Sanzhu carrying sacks to earn money, Feng wouldn't have thought about picking up embroidery needles again.
As for why I planned to embroider again, of course it was because I felt sorry for my husband-in-law. Now my husband-in-law was working hard. If I hadn't been wandering around heartlessly every day, I wouldn't have wanted to look like this anymore.
"I heard from my husband that a palm-sized inkstone in the bookstore costs more than 200 yuan. I thought about it, why not embroider a few pairs of insoles and send them to the shops in the town. If I can sell them for a few yuan, I can do that. It can make my husband feel more relaxed."
While talking, Mrs. Feng quickly found the green thread for embroidering leaves from the basket, then divided the four strands into two strands, then passed them through the eye of a fine needle, and then followed the pattern and started embroidering stitch by stitch.
These smooth and delicate movements made Mrs. Liu a little envious. Yesterday, her mother-in-law said that all the money earned by her daughter-in-law goes to her own private house, but apart from making a few simple hooks, she knows nothing else. .
Moreover, the shopkeeper of the embroidery shop didn't like this kind of simple thread at all, let alone sell it for money.
As for Mrs. Zhou, she was even worse than Mrs. Liu. Apart from being able to sew clothes and pantyhose, she could only raise chickens and pigs, or work in the fields.
However, when it came to saving a private house, Mrs. Zhou remembered what Lin Shi's wife said to her when she went to the river to wash clothes this morning.
