Recognizing it is one thing, but the proprietress won't take it too seriously.
After all, they are people who don't know each other. Why should they care about what a person has experienced, so that they have suddenly become so calm and noble from only knowing how to fool around.
Besides, the proprietress thinks that there is still a possibility that she has recognized the wrong person.
Thinking of this, she put aside all the distracting thoughts, and shouted loudly: "Sell buns, hot meat buns."
It was just past noon and the sun was shining, so Li Jin could have found a teahouse to rest before leaving.
But he was really worried about his husband and children at home. When it was hot, he would find a shade of a tree to rest for a while, and then set off again.
It took Li Jin an hour and a half, or three hours, to stop and go like this.
When he got home, just after Shin Shi (4:00 p.m.), cicadas were chirping under the persimmon tree in the corner of the courtyard, and the fragrance of cooked rice batter wafted from the kitchen.
Li Jin put the basket under the eaves, and felt his shoulders freed.
He still overestimated this body. Yesterday, he pulled the trolley, and today he was carrying the basket again, and he really felt that his shoulders were going to be smashed into blood.
The boy stood in the kitchen, watching Li Jin rubbing his shoulders, his clear and bright eyes widened, and he made no secret of his concern.
Li Jin beckoned to him: "Come here."
The young man probably practiced walking a lot today, and he can walk to him smoothly without leaning against the wall.
Before the boy could react, a warm bag was stuffed in his hand.
He looked down and saw that it was the meat bun on the town's main street again.
The skin is thin and filling, the gravy is delicious, and the lotus root is crisp, which is very delicious.
Li Jin is more than half a head taller than the boy. He rubbed the boy's head and said, "Go in and eat, I'll clean up here."
The teenager helped Li Jin to cook the rice paste and goat milk together, and then he was willing to enter the house.
Baozi curled up in his swaddling clothes, blowing bubbles when he slept, and seemed to have a sweet dream.
The boy bit the meat bun bit by bit, watching Li Jin take out the bamboo leaf paper and raw edge paper from the back basket and put them on the cabinet at the end of the bed where the sundries were kept.
Bamboo-leaf paper and frayed paper are relatively cheap, and are necessary for poor students to practice calligraphy and write strategies and theories on weekdays.
When Qin Muwen was still the master of the book, although he was not favored, he used high-quality rice paper for writing or painting.
He thought, A Jin is such a good person, he, he made more money to buy rice paper for A Jin.
Li Jin didn't know what the young man was thinking. He put everything away and said, "It's time for our family to find someone to fight a case."
When the time comes, I will put it by the window, and I will not waste the oil lamp when I practice calligraphy during the day.
After the boy finished eating one bun, the other was left to Li Jin.
Li Jin said with a smile, "I've eaten it, you eat the buns obediently, and I'll go ask the villagers about how many people have been involved in the crime."
After a pause, he said again, "Be obedient, I'll cook braised pork for you tomorrow."
When the boy heard the braised pork, he actually swallowed a mouthful of saliva. With only Xia Chan as the background sound, he could hear it clearly.
Li Jin didn't smile this time, just lightly pinched the boy's face.
Several people from the older generation in the village know some carpentry skills, but recently the farming has been busy, and they are all harvesting wheat.
There is only one family because there are many sons in the family and the labor force is sufficient.
As an elder, I am more leisurely on weekdays. I usually like to smoke dry cigarettes and watch Li Daniu play chess.
Li Jin was also the old man he knew when he played chess with Li Daniu before.
When he went to visit, the old man was sitting in the courtyard with a cigarette in his mouth, a file in one hand and a chess mold in the other.
His dim eyes narrowed, carefully sculpting.
Li Jin stood there, waiting for him to put down the chess before knocking on the door.
The old man said: "The boy who is studying in the Li family, come in quickly, I saw you a long time ago.
If it wasn't for this carving that couldn't be interrupted, I would have called you in directly. "
Li Jin cupped his hands: "Everyone in the village knows that Uncle Da He is very good at carving with a knife. It just so happens that I am not in a hurry. I will come in after you finish carving."
The old man's name is Li Dahe, and he worked as an apprentice in a carpenter's shop in the town in his early years.
"You kid is good at chess, and people are better than chess." This can be regarded as a very high praise.
Li Dahe said, "The rumor in the village is really unbelievable. By the way, what's the matter with me?"
Only then did Li Jin express his intentions.
"There is a case book missing at home, about five feet long, three feet wide, and two and a half feet high. I don't know Uncle Dahe, do you have time recently?"
The table is a place where readers use to write and draw. There are high and low.
Five feet long is about one meter six; three feet is about one meter; two and a half feet is 0.8 meters.
Li Jin did not intend to be so wide, but the cases in this era are basically very wide.
Because ancient people used a brush to write, most of the rice paper was four feet, which is 138 cm long and 69 cm wide.
Make the case a little wider so that it can be tiled on top.
But in this case, the bedroom that was originally small at home will be significantly more cramped.
Li Jin thought that the most important thing is to practice calligraphy now, after all, there are less than eight months left before the Tongsheng test.
The small range of activities in the house can be tolerated for the time being.
When the farmers in the village are over, he can hire a few people to help him build a study in the slightly empty yard opposite the kitchen.
Li Dahe said: "Okay, I have some wood here, all of which have been polished, and I will send them to you in two days."
Li Jin quickly thanked him and asked about the price.
Li Dahe waved his hand: "It's all from the same village, I'll tell you the truth. The wood was left over from a businessman in the town before.
One side was polished, and the other side was intended to be engraved, but the engraving was not done the first time, so the businessman simply changed a piece of wood.
That wood is useless for me, even if I give it to you.
For the rest, you can give me 80 wen. "
Li Jin paid half of the deposit first, and the money in his pocket went out for another 40 cents.
When he went out, he couldn't help feeling that reading was really expensive.
I gave Mr. 200 paper bundle repair fees, bought 37 pieces of bacon, raw edge paper, bamboo leaf paper, copybooks, rabbit brushes and ink blocks, a total of 255 pieces, and it is 80 pieces to build a case here. .
After all, he earned six hundred and forty cents, and only sixty-eight cents remained.
Today, I also bought buns worth three cents. Not counting the remaining forty cents deposit, Li Jin only had sixty-five cents left in his pocket.
After Li Jin was done, when he got home, outside the bedroom, he could hear the pained gasping sound of someone in the room.
He didn't know what was going on, so he rushed in.
- The young man in his middle clothes was scattered, holding the child to his chest, looking at him with a panic-stricken expression.
Li Jin stood still, pretending to be calm.
In fact, the soul has long since flown to do not know where to go.
Two blushing blushing quickly appeared on the boy's face, and he wanted to hug the child away and pull his clothes together, but he cried as soon as the child left.
In the end, he could only break the jar and let Li Jin see him over and over again.
Li Jin coughed lightly and turned his head away.
"I heard your voice outside and thought you were uncomfortable..."
The boy didn't know how to react, his movements were stiff, and he didn't know what he answered Li Jin.
Li Jin saw that there was no place for him to help him, so he turned and left the house, took a shower, and washed his hair along the way.
After the boy had fed the child, Li Jin had already stirred the noodles with chaff and the eggs evenly.
He also chopped some chopped green onion, sprinkled it with salt, and stirred it again.
The fire in the stove is on, brush the bottom of the pan with a layer of oil, and pour a spoonful of batter evenly on the bottom of the pan.
Soon, the oil was absorbed by the batter, and the pot body was scalding hot, and a single-sided golden cake was quickly formed.
Li Jin turned the dough over quickly before the cake was browned, and in a short while, a cake was ready.
Li Jin made a total of four pancakes. Before the pot was cold, he cut the pork belly into thin strips and fried them with shredded potatoes.
Few people in the village would cook meat when it was not a New Year or a festival, but fortunately, the fragrance of fried beans with shredded potatoes did not drift far away.
Otherwise, if the children in the village smell it, they will come to the door to ask for food.
Although the dinner was simple, it was extremely delicious for a young man who had basically never touched meat.
In addition, Li Jin's craftsmanship is good, and the combination of meat and vegetables makes simple dishes very delicious.
After the boy ate a pancake, he quietly glanced at Li Jin.
Li Jin said: "You have been taking care of the children recently, eat more."
His original intention was that in the past few days, he, the father, was out mowing grass or collecting herbs, and the work of feeding the children was done by teenagers.
But the boy didn't know what to think, his face turned red, he lowered his head, and withdrew the paw that was about to be next to the pancake.
Li Jin: "…"
In the end, the pancake was fed to the boy by himself.
The young man was shocked, he didn't expect Li Jin to take care of him to this extent.
This time, all his shyness and shyness disappeared.
In my heart, I suddenly remembered what Dad said to him before his death: "Awen, Dad can't see you getting married.
But you must remember that if your husband treats you well in the future, you must not be arrogant; if he treats you badly, you don't have to go to great lengths to please him, have a child, and keep the child safe and sound 's upbringing. do you know? "
Qin Muwen thought, was he just shy or arrogant
But... A Jin didn't seem to dislike him.
The young man looked at Li Jin's profile in the orange sunset, and suddenly said, "A Jin, my name is Qin Muwen.
You never asked my name before, and I dare not tell you..."
Speaking of this, he paused, as if remembering something unbearable in the past, and his face was pale.
But he was still apologizing: "It's all my fault, I should have told you."
Li Jin was also slightly startled. He gradually recalled some fragments of the original owner's life these days, but after all, they were all fragmentary.
As for the name of the boy he wanted to know the most, it had never appeared in his mind.
Li Jin even struggled with this.
But he never thought that the truth of the matter... was that the original owner hadn't asked the boy's name for two years after getting married.
The young man thought that he would try his best to do what his father said, not to be arrogant.
But under such a good husband's circumstances, he couldn't help but please him.
He likes his name very much, and he wants to share what he likes with Jin.
After the boy finished saying this, he waited anxiously, but Li Jin didn't respond.
Qin Muwen wanted to cry, but he was afraid that A Jin would dislike her tears.
So he bluntly and tried hard to hold back the tears, leaving only a trace of crimson at the end of his eyes.
At this moment, the boy was embraced by a not so broad, but warm enough embrace.
Li Jin's voice came from above his head: "Xiaowen."