Era: Started from raising livestock in the mountains

After returning from Hongfeng Mountain, Lin Heng put a lot of things in the car.

There are the milk that has just been squeezed, as well as the rosewood and golden nanmu items collected yesterday, as well as some tools for carpentry.

Of course, Tangli must have taken it too.

When I got home, I gave the milk to Xiulan, and they had breakfast quickly.

"My parents are going to continue picking persimmons today, and they will carry them to the old house later. There are several large vats there that can be used to make persimmon vinegar."

After breakfast, Lin Heng looked at Xiulan and said.

"Do you want me to come over and help?" Xiulan asked.

Lin Heng shook his head: "No, I just said that when we get everything back, we will help clean it."

Xiulan nodded and said, "Okay, I'm going to wash the Tangli pear. After cleaning it, I'll start making Qiuli ointment."

Lin Heng let the children play by themselves in the yard, Xiaoxia continued to learn to ride a bicycle, and Lu Ming and Du Heng competed with each other to see who could run faster.

He himself found a basin, poured some hot water into it, and cleaned the wood thoroughly.

The pen holder, inkstone, and tea can all look good after cleaning. They reflect a purple-red halo in the sun and look antique.

Lin Heng can only say that rich people in the past also enjoyed it, but things carved from wood are just different.

He washed the tea can and placed it on the coffee table. He sealed the tea leaves in small plastic bags and put them into the old rosewood tea can.

This thing is just a decoration. Tea leaves cannot be put in bulk directly. They have to be separated by small plastic bags.

He placed the pen holder and inkstone made of old red sandalwood directly on the desk, which complemented the desk made of the dark wood of the red toon tree and made it look even more antique.

After putting the brush upside down into the pen holder, Lin Heng took out another one, sharpened some ink, and wrote some words.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but he felt that the ink produced by the old red sandalwood inkstone was more fragrant.

"Find someone to repair the damage later."

Putting down his pen, Lin Heng looked at the inkstone again and said to himself that compared to the previous stone inkstone, he liked this old red sandalwood one better.

As for the damage, he was too smart to repair it. He knew that he didn't have this kind of skill.

After going out, he cleaned the other wood again. Among them were one or two thin rosewood boards with a thickness of five millimeters. They were not big enough to hold two combs.

Lin Heng first used a wood plane to plan the board to a certain slope, then went back to the bedroom and took out Xiulan's two combs and pencils.

One of Xiulan's combs is a plastic comb with a handle, and the other is an old-fashioned wooden comb without a handle.

He pressed the comb on the wooden board and rubbed a rough pattern.

Then he took his father's scroll saw and cut out the general shape of the comb.

It sounds simple, but it only took him two hours to saw out the shape and comb teeth. This was despite his relatively strong hands-on ability.

After he finished the general shape, he stopped and went back to the house to take a drink of water and rest.

In the kitchen, Xiulan had already thrown Tangli into the pot and stewed it, and a strong smell of pear wafted out.

Lin Heng walked into the kitchen and took a look. Many Tangli pears had been boiled, and a large pot of water came out, mixed with loquat leaves, and had a nice fragrance.

"I guess I'll have to stay up until night." Xiulan said with a smile.

"Take your time, don't be in a hurry." Lin Heng said with a smile.

After watching it for a while, he continued to make his own comb. The rough shape was already ready, and all that was left was to polish it.

First use a file to sharpen it, and then use sandpaper to finely polish it bit by bit.

He was very lucky that the carpentry tools he bought for his father were all complete, otherwise it would be very difficult to make a comb.

At 12 noon, Lin Heng finally polished the wooden combs. Finally, he applied some bear oil and polished them by hand. After completion, he got two beautiful combs that exuded a purple-red luster in the sun.

However, he did not immediately take the comb to Xiulan, and used the scroll saw to cut out two hairpins from the remaining material on the small wooden board used to make the comb.

The shape he made is the simplest flowing cloud pattern. It is very simple to make and looks good after polishing.

"The meal is ready, go and ask your parents to eat."

Just as Lin Heng finished making the hairpins, Xiulan walked out of the room and shouted that it was already past one o'clock at noon, and the rice was cooked a little late because she was busy making Qiuli paste.

"I've finished making the comb and hairpins. I'll give you the hairpins. You pick one of the combs, and I'll take the remaining one to mom." Lin Heng brought the finished things to Xiulan and said.

Xiulan was a little surprised when she saw Lin Heng's finished product: "I didn't expect you to have such skills."

Lin Heng raised his head and raised his chest: "Of course, you don't even know who I am."

"It stinks so much." Xiulan smiled, took the things and looked at them, finally picked out the comb, and took a hairpin and inserted it into her head.

Xiulan blinked and said, "Although it looks good, I only need one hairpin. You can give the remaining one to mom."

"Okay, I'll make another one for you later." Lin Heng nodded. Xiulan liked him and felt that the half-day effort was not in vain.

Putting the remaining comb and hairpin on the coffee table, he went out to the old house to find his parents. When he walked into the yard and saw a lot of persimmons but no one, he went home to tell Xiulan and went up the mountain to help with a basket on his back.

"Dad, how many more are there? It's time to have lunch, Xiulan is ready." Lin Heng came to the persimmon tree and asked.

"You don't have to come. This is the last time. We have already picked all the persimmons." Father Lin said.

"It's okay. I'll carry them and let my mother rest for a while." Lin Heng walked up and gave the empty basket to his mother, and carried her basket filled with persimmons.

"The persimmons are very good this year. I estimate that there will be more than 2,000 kilograms of persimmons." Father Lin said as he walked.

"That's okay." Lin Heng nodded.

They returned home soon, put down the persimmons and went to the new house. After washing their hands and faces, Xiulan had already served the food on the table.

"Such a big table, just keep it simple. It's so good to eat every day." Mother Lin said with a smile as she looked at the six dishes on the table.

"They are all simple dishes. They are very easy to make." Xiulan smiled.

Lin Heng picked up the comb and hairpin on the coffee table and handed them to his mother: "Mom, this is what I made this morning. Here, for you."

"Hey, son, your craftsmanship is good, but why are you making it for me? For Xiulan." Lin's mother was surprised at Lin Heng's craftsmanship, but did not take it.

"I made it for Xiulan too." Lin Heng explained helplessly.

"Oh, so, then mom will take it. Thank you, son."

After hearing this, Lin's mother happily put it away and tried to comb her hair again.

"Hurry up and sit down to eat." Lin's father said, and then sat down to eat.

The children were already hungry, and they picked up the dishes with chopsticks. Lin Heng sat down and picked up a piece of fried ham first, and then drank two cups of rice wine with his father.

After lunch, Lin Heng helped his parents clean the persimmons in the afternoon and put them on the bamboo dustpan to dry. By the evening, the clay pot and persimmons were all dried.

They threw the persimmons into a large earthenware jar, sealed it with film paper, and put it in a corner of the house to ferment. You don't need to put anything in to make persimmon vinegar, just throw the persimmons in, seal it, and come back to scoop vinegar after six months.

They used three large earthenware jars with a height of 1.2 meters and a diameter of 50 centimeters to brew, but there were still too many persimmons, and there were still three or four hundred kilograms left.

In the end, they could only choose to beat them in jujube wine to make wine, otherwise there would be no place to explain, and they would definitely not be able to finish eating.

Lin Heng helped to carry the persimmons to Hongfeng Mountain, and it was dark when he came back. In the house, he saw Xiulan playing with the comb he made for her, with a happy smile on her face.

"Is the autumn pear paste ready?" Lin Heng walked into the house and looked at her and asked.

"Of course, eighty kilograms of Tangli pears plus a lot of Sichuan Fritillaria, Luo Han Guo and rock sugar and other ingredients have only made four kilograms of autumn pear paste."

Xiu Lan put down the comb, opened the cabinet and took out the still hot autumn pear paste that had just been bottled to show Lin Heng. Lin Heng opened a bottle and scooped some with a spoon to taste it, and nodded: "Delicious."

Autumn pear paste is not only sweet, but also has a strong fragrance, and it tastes very good.

"Dad, feed me a mouthful~"

Seeing Lin Heng open the autumn pear paste, Xiaoxia hugged her legs and acted coquettishly, and Lu Ming and Du Heng followed closely.

"Okay, all are all." Lin Heng scooped three spoons, fed one spoon to each person, and then covered the lid in their reluctant eyes.

"Make a simple pickled cabbage noodle in the evening. I am so tired after making autumn pear paste all day." Xiu Lan looked at Lin Heng and said.

It was okay at the beginning, but later she had to stir it constantly to prevent it from sticking to the pot and burning, so she had to stand all the time.

"Then I'll go downstairs. You just sit and rest for a while." Lin Heng said.

He drank a sip of tea and went to the kitchen. Xiulan rested for a while and washed the child's face and hands and feet, and then waited for dinner.

In a blink of an eye, the next day, with the comb made by Lin Heng himself, Xiulan didn't use the original comb to comb her hair in the morning, but used this one made by Lin Heng.

"The weather outside is also very good today. It seems that God has given us face recently."

While Xiulan was combing her hair, Lin Heng looked out the window and said. The sun in the past two days has shrunk the persimmons a lot.

"It's really giving us face." Xiulan nodded.

After combing her hair, she went out with Lin Heng. After exercising, they washed and came to the pavilion. They pinched the persimmons one by one and pinched them into the shape of round cakes, so that the persimmons made in the end would not be hard.

After breakfast, they had nothing to do today. Lin Heng put all the wood he made there to dry, preparing to make incense out of the useless ones.

The bacon has not been dried yet. It is being smoked with wood these days. It will be smoked for a few days before drying.

"Let's go to Hongfeng Mountain to pick chrysanthemums." After drying the things, Lin Heng looked at Xiulan and said.

"Okay, the chrysanthemum pillows I made before are a bit loose, so it's good to add some chrysanthemums." Xiulan nodded. It's nice to go out for a walk when you are bored at home.

When they went out, they happened to meet the big brother and sister-in-law next door who were also taking things out. Seeing them, Lin Heng asked curiously: "Big brother and sister-in-law, are you going to dig yam?"

Lin Wei rushed to say: "No, second father, let's go pick chrysanthemums and bring them back to make pillows."

"Isn't this a coincidence? Let's go pick chrysanthemums too." Xiulan said with a smile.

"Then go together. There are a lot of them in Shibadanggou, in patches." Sister-in-law Liu Juan invited.

Lin Heng thought for a while and said: "We were originally planning to go to Hongfeng Mountain, so I'll call my mother to help take care of the children."

"Then let's go." Lin Yue said with a smile.

Lin Heng nodded, and together with Xiulan, he took the child to walk towards Hongfeng Mountain. When they reached the mountain, Lin Heng told his mother about it, and she agreed without hesitation.

Then the group of people took the bags and walked toward Shibadanggou in a mighty manner.

"Oh my god, it's so spectacular. How come there are so many wild chrysanthemums in this place?" Lin Heng said in surprise. Entering the ditch, the golden wild chrysanthemums were all in patches, which looked very spectacular.

"It's always been there, but it's growing particularly well this year." Lin Yue said.

Lin Heng nodded and quickened his pace, and soon they entered the ditch. Mother Lin was leading her five grandchildren and one granddaughter in the dry field where rice had been harvested. Lin Heng, Xiulan and the others were picking wild chrysanthemums on the slope.

The children were running around in the fields, playing and chasing each other, sometimes picking flowers and sometimes chasing birds. Mother Lin only had to watch them not fight and run to the edge of the cliff. It was already early winter and there were basically no poisonous insects.

Before I knew it, a whole morning passed. Because there were so many wild chrysanthemums here, they collected them very quickly. One person made half a snakeskin bag, weighing more than ten kilograms.

In addition to wild chrysanthemums, they also got a lot of small garlic. This season, there are a lot of small garlic on the edge of the field.

"Come on, I'll cook something for you when you get back. The kids are hungry."

Seeing that they still wanted to go up, Mother Lin shouted.

Everyone looked back and saw that the children, who had been lively and bouncing before, were now following their grandma dejectedly like little ducks. They were obviously too hungry to move.

"Okay." Lin Heng nodded and motioned for everyone to go back.

After walking two steps, Xiulan suddenly squatted down and picked up a Tang pear tree, and then wondered: "There are no Tang pear trees around here, how come there are Tang pear trees."

Lin Heng looked around and understood immediately, saying, "This is definitely a super sweet Tang pear. It looks like a little bird could have picked it."

In the mountains, nothing can pick things better than birds. When he was a child, he often picked up Tang pears dropped by birds, and they were always very sweet.

Not all Tangli pears are astringent, there are also sweet ones, and birds can often find them.

Xiulan wiped it with a dubious attitude, and then took a bite.

Then he looked surprised: "It's really sweet. Take the remaining half and give it to Xiaoxia."

"But for sure." Lin Heng said with a smile, he is very experienced.

When they came to the mother's side, the children all expressed that they did not want to walk, wanted to be hugged, and wanted to be carried on their backs.

Xiulan gave half a Tangli pear to Xiaoxia. As soon as she ate it, she showed a surprised expression: "It's so sweet, I want more."

"No, just this half, but your dad picked up chestnuts." Xiulan pointed at Lin Heng and said.

Then, the three children all hugged Lin Heng's legs, eagerly asking for food.

"I have some chestnuts, but I have to peel them. Why don't I carry you back home?" Lin Heng was too lazy to peel them slowly, so he gave a few to Xiaoxia, and then walked back with his two sons in his arms.

With the two of them in their current state, they would definitely not leave. (End of chapter)