Despite a winter of drought, the peach blossom trees under the eaves did not lose weight because of it. Instead, they looked particularly fresh and delicate against a few tender leaf buds. Lin Jinrong stood on the porch, frying the sugar-fried beans in his hand.
He threw one at Lu Yan, who was admiring the flowers: "Be careful, you still have time to enjoy the flowers. I heard that a certain bachelor wrote a poem about flower appreciation after his mother died, and he was punished."
Lu Yan looked back with a smile: "I never write sour poems." He silently looked at the smiling Lin Jinrong and said, "But I can write lyrics for you."
The branches were covered with flowers. He was dressed plainly, and his smile was a bit prettier than the flowers. Lin Jinrong's heartbeat slowed down a beat, and he smiled slightly and said, "I am grinding ink and laying paper for my husband?"
Lu Yan smiled: "Okay."
The two of them were about to go to the room when they saw Yingtao coming in with a food box and saying with a pale face: "Second Master, Grandma, Chang'an is back."
The two of them had been thinking about Lu Lun all the time. When they suddenly heard the news about him, they were both a little excited. Looking at Yingying's expression again, they felt a little empty and faintly scared. Lin Jinrong pursed his lips and heard Yingying whispering in his ear.
Said: "... brought back a jar... The second master was not allowed to enter, saying that he was no longer a descendant of the Lu family, and the second wife had passed out."
Is there still no way to escape? Lin Jinrong looked straight at the peach blossom that was blooming the most. It was extremely beautiful, but it couldn't be seen for a few years. Lu Yan said something to her quickly, but she didn't listen.
Clearly, but seeing Lu Yan walking out quickly, she still subconsciously thought: He went out to settle Lu Lun.
Lin Jinrong was sitting on the porch, silently looking at the brilliant peach blossoms on the tree, from afternoon to evening. The last touch of red on the sky fell, and Yilang woke up after sleeping for half a day, and cried out "Mother"
, she woke up with a start, got up with a smile, went into the house, picked up Yilang, and whispered: "Have Yilang slept enough?"
She thought she would shed tears, but actually when she got the news, she didn't shed a single tear, she just felt a little confused.
When it got dark, a cold wind blew outside. Lu Yan braved the harsh spring chill and stepped into the room. He saw Lin Jinrong sitting alone under the lamp painting a peach blossom. The pink flower bones were blooming tremblingly on the branches. She dipped in
When the pen tip full of peach red paint was pressed, the tip of his nose seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of peach blossoms, a light and astringent taste with a bit of bitterness.
"Ah Rong." Lu Yan looked at Lin Jinrong's slender back and couldn't help but reach out and hug her tightly in his arms.
"He is my brother, as close as Shen Zhi. He was one of the people who treated me the best in the world." Lin Jinrong leaned his head softly on Lu Yan's chest, his hand hanging down weakly, and the paint-filled brush fell on the
On the rice paper as moist as jade, a flower that was extremely gorgeous bloomed heavily, but fell off the branches.
Lu Yan let out a long sigh and wanted to comfort her, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He could only focus on holding her in his arms and kissing her ears and temples carefully. Lin Jinrong opened his eyes wide and said, "This
It's fate." She turned back, hugged Lu Yan's waist, raised her head, her eyes were as clear as water: "Erlang, I can't bear to leave you and Yilang."
Lu Yan's heart moved slightly. He placed a kiss on her eyes and whispered: "We will never separate. I will always be with you."
Lin Jinrong just looked up at him with a face as pure as white jade and looked at him quietly. Her eyes were full of tenderness that he had never seen before. She took his hand and put it on her heart: "Do you know?" She
She had hated him before, hated him with all her heart, but she just couldn't bear to die again, otherwise she would rather die than marry him again this time.
Lu Yan didn't know, he only knew that her body temperature and soft fragrance were transmitted to his palm through the clothes, and then passed from his palm through the blood to his heart, beating like the blood in his body.
I don't know between you and me. The heartbeat he felt in his palms came and went, very fragile. He had never seen such a fragile Lin Jinrong. He thought he had to answer: "I know."
He didn't know. Lin Jinrong felt a little sour, stretched out her hand to touch his face gently, and said with a smile: "I don't want to know how he got there." So don't tell her. Chewing too much of the taste of death will hurt your liver and heart.
Destroying the lungs and destroying the soul.
Lu Mian was silent for a moment and said, "I found a good place for him."
"Where's Chang'an?"
"Gone."
"It's time to go." Lin Jinrong put his hand around Lu Yan's neck and whispered: "Erlang, please carry me to bed. I'm tired."
Her eyes were sparkling, and she was more charming and soft than ever before, and her voice was even more delicate and soft. Lu Yan was so seduced that her heart beat wildly. He knew that she was sad and wanted to seek comfort, but he
But he couldn't. He just turned his head slightly and didn't look at her. After taking a few breaths, he calmed down a little. He picked her up and put her on the bed. He kissed her gently on the forehead and said warmly: "You can sleep, I'll watch from the side."
With."
Lin Jinrong glanced at him and smiled suddenly: "Did you see it? I can draw a beautiful peach blossom. I have never painted such a beautiful flower in my life. I'm afraid you are not as good as me."
Lu Yan admitted honestly: "I have never seen you draw before, and I was surprised when I saw you today." There are many women who can draw, but most of them have craftsmanship, more than rigid and neat, but not enough agility and dexterity. Lin Jinrong occasionally
Whatever he does will always amaze him.
Lin Jinrong smiled lightly: "It's not the same as sharing tea. When you get old in the future, you have to remember that I once painted such a peach blossom when I was young. Few people can match it." Before Lu Yan could react, he slapped
Yawning, facing inward: "Go and have a rest, and help me put out the light."
Are you afraid that he will be like Lu Jianxin in the future? Lu Yan stood up, looked at Lin Jinrong's back quietly for a moment, and gently blew out the lamp. Lin Jinrong was lying on the bed and heard him whispering to Cherry outside: "Be careful.
Keep it tight, grandma, if you feel uncomfortable, call me."
When Lin Jinrong heard his footsteps heading to the next door, she shed two tears. Oh my god!
In the spring of this year, there was not a drop of rain. Every time I saw dark clouds gathering and a cold wind blowing, everyone was eagerly waiting for it to rain.
A gust of wind blew it away, revealing the gray-white sky again.
Lin Jinrong and Lu Yan were sitting in a bullock cart passing by the road next to the wheat field. They saw that the once green wheat field had now turned into golden withered grass. There was an old farmer sitting on the edge of the field in despair and crying bitterly. A fight for water had already broken out.
The incident of human life and this weather really makes people who depend on the weather despair.
What Lin Jinrong has most is in the fields. The rice to be planted in the fields is waiting for the water of the Tianhe River in April and May. It is waiting to be placed on that day. The mighty river water pours down, and then brings the hope of prosperity.
To Pingzhou City.
Mazhuangtou squatted next to the newly dug well, picked up a bucket of clear water to drink from the cows, and said with a smile: "The owner is willing to spend money to dig a well. It is convenient for the tenants to use water, but is the ditch dug too early?
When the water from the Tianhe River comes, the ditches will still be blocked."
What if the Tianhe water doesn't come when it should come, but comes when it shouldn't? Lin Jinrong asked Mazhuangtou: "I heard people say that the drought will continue forever. If it doesn't rain, will there be Tianhe water?"
Mazhuangtou was startled and said: "The wells dug by the boss have worked. At worst, we will plant sorghum instead like that year. That thing is drought-resistant and flood-resistant. A few beans will be enough."
Just to be on the safe side, I’ll plant fewer seedlings this year, whatever I can save is worth it.”
Lin Jinrong thought seriously for a long time and said: "Be sure to take good care of the wells and ditches. If the weather continues to be bad, everyone may have to rely on this. As long as we can provide more food, we will not starve.
That's a good thing. I don't know anything about farming, so I have to leave it to Mazhuangtou."
Mazhuangtou hurriedly stood up and saluted: "This is a small duty."
This year, it has been just like Lin Jinrong remembered. It didn't rain when it was supposed to rain. The sun seemed to have taken root in the sky. The Zhujiang River was also opened to release water, but it was cut off halfway. The farmers were like crazy.
They swung their hoes to grab water, dug canals and destroyed roads, just hoping that a little more water would fall into their fields, save those poor seedlings, and save their family's livelihood for a year. But God cannot see the suffering in the world.
It finally rained, but it only soaked the ground sparsely.
Mazhuangtou calmly directed the tenants to plant sorghum and beans. They continued to plant rice in places where they were not afraid of drought and floods. However, those with some experience also followed suit. Not to mention the Lu and Lin families.
, are all in this way.
The autumn of this year started with a heavy white rain. Countless crops in the fields and the Pingzhou City Wall that had stood for many years were all soaked in the endless rain. The destroyed channels were fully exposed at this time.
With frightening destructive power, the flood lost the guidance of the ditch and raged like a wild horse without a bridle. The farmers in Pingzhou were crying without tears. Not all fields and villages were affected by the disaster. There were always those who were blessed by nature.
The fertile fields were flooded and drought guaranteed, but everyone suffered a great loss from God. Only 10% of the crops were harvested. Lin Jinrong was the first to give the order, and the rent for this year was completely waived.
When the news spread, the Lu family, the Lin family, and the Wu family all had different levels of exemptions, but Lu Jianxin was very unhappy. How could she, the little daughter-in-law, take matters into her own hands without telling her elders about such a big matter? Even if she wanted to be exempted.
Renting, he should be the first person to take the lead in this matter. This daughter-in-law seems to be the most obedient, but in fact she is the most unruly! But he can't say this, and can only keep it in his heart, waiting to find out
It’s a good opportunity to teach Lin Jinrong a lesson.
Lu Yan was the most sensitive person, so he had to advise Lin Jinrong: "Next time, don't do such a publicity thing. You won't suffer any loss if you discuss it with your elders first."
Lin Jinrong smiled slightly: "What if he refuses? I want to exempt my land, so what does it have to do with him?" She will have to do more things next year. She will ask for instructions and obey everything, so she can do nothing.
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Lu Yan stopped talking.
Lin Jinrong grabbed his sleeve and said coquettishly: "Will Erlang protect me?"
Lu Mian was silent for a moment, looked at Yi Lang who was running around on the ground, rubbed his wife's hair, and whispered: "Yes."
In the midst of the storm, Mr. Lu's child was full. The whole family paid homage and wept and mourned.
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