Of course, he was hugged by Li Jin, and he could only see a little of the scenery.
The leaves on the treetops gradually turned yellow, and the cicadas had long since disappeared without knowing it.
In the past, Li Jin has always been the two o'clock in the town and the village. Every day is busy and full, and he rarely pays attention to the changes in the outside scenery.
But now, when he looked at the half-yellow leaves on the tree, he suddenly realized that he had been in this world for more than three months.
Now, instead of feeling unreal at all, he still enjoys this quiet day very much.
Where my heart goes is home.
After walking along the river for half an hour, I finally saw a relatively flat road up the mountain.
Li Jin took Qin Muwen, hugged Li Ruo, and followed the crowd slowly up.
The sounds of people around him are talking or laughing, so it's really lively.
"Dad, come and see, what are those red and bright fruits? Can you eat them? I'll pick them back for my brother to eat!"
A seven or eight-year-old girl pulled the corner of her father's clothes and asked, pointing to the tree by the roadside.
"That's cornel, it's not delicious, you hold your mother, don't go away, Dad will pick a bunch for you, and don't put it on your hair."
Li Jin looked in the direction they pointed, and saw that the dogwood leaves were flat and round, and the tops of each tree were hung with bright red fruits.
One by one hangs down in a string, like a falling tassel.
He always didn't like to join in the fun, but he felt that the color of these fruits matched the cinnabar mole on the boy's brow.
So I couldn't help it, and went up to pick a bunch.
Li Jin said: "Your hair is so combed, I'm afraid it will get loose if you don't go up, so don't put it on your collar, how about it?"
Qin Muwen naturally agreed.
But on the other hand, there are parents who put dogwoods behind their children's hair or ears, or elders who put dogwoods on younger children...
Only his family A Jin, seriously, put the dogwood on his collar.
Li Jin's hands are extremely beautiful, with well-defined joints and pale pink fingertips. When he is holding the dogwood, he looks like the noble boy in the painting.
For a moment, Qin Muwen's eyes filled with tears.
Since Dad passed away, no one has planted cornel for him.
When Qin Muwen came back to his senses, the girl who spoke just now stood there, looking at him with her head raised.
Qin Muwen's face flushed red, and he was very eager to hide himself behind A Jin.
Fortunately, the girl's mother quickly took her away, "There are so many people today, you can't run around, my mother will be worried to death."
"Mother, there is a beautiful elder sister, and I looked at him more often."
"That's not my sister, it's my brother..."
"The elder brother who put cornel on him is also very good-looking."
"Girls are not allowed to say that men are good-looking, and then go back and teach you a lesson."
Going up, Li Jin also found a hawthorn garden, surrounded by fishing nets, it seems that there is a master, and it is forbidden to pick it casually.
Looking at the red hawthorn, Li Jin suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up.
He asked Qin Muwen, "Do you like eating hawthorn?"
Qin Muwen shook his head: "Sour, does A Jin like it?"
Li Jin didn't answer, but just approached the garden and greeted the owner.
"Young man, I can't just pick the hawthorn here."
Li Jin asked: "Now that September has passed, the hawthorns are about to be fully ripe, but you haven't found a buyer for these hawthorns? If so, can you sell them next?"
The man welcomed Li Jin in with a very polite face, and picked some fruits from the treetops and handed them to Li Jin to taste.
The sunnier it gets, the sweeter it is.
"This year's hawthorn harvest is good. There are indeed some stocks. If you want, the price must be favorable."
Li Jin had stayed in the medical center before. In this era, there were no pills, and when he was sick, he had to drink Chinese medicine.
But in his view, many times it is actually not necessary to be so troublesome.
It happened that he was free recently, so he could buy some hawthorn and go back to making big hawthorn pills. If he could sell it, he would probably make a lot of profit.
After Mr. Song suggested that he buy a house, although Li Jin did not express his opinion at the time, he was still moved, so he had a little understanding of the market.
If you want to buy a house in the town, the cheapest second yard is thirty taels.
But you have to find out which one is willing to sell, and then you have to communicate with the neighbors. The neighbors agree that you live here before you can pay for it.
If the neighbors do not agree, the homeowner does not agree to sell.
For the time being, Li Jin doesn't worry about the neighborhood. He has a reputation as a doctor, and most people don't bother with him.
The most important thing right now is money.
It's not that Li Jin never thought of using other methods to make money, but after all, this is ancient times, the transportation is inconvenient, and the purchasing power of the people in the town is limited.
He used to be a doctor, and a month, three or two months of silver was already considered a very high salary.
Now that Doctor Wu is back, it is naturally impossible for the shopkeeper to give both doctors so much wages.
Li Jin originally said that he had helped in the past, and in the end he would definitely not be able to occupy the magpie's nest.
When Li Jin bought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he also asked the boss if he needed someone to copy the book.
But because there are few scholars in the town, the boss can only say apologetically: "Few of us here can afford books. If you go to the county in the future, there are bookstores that hire scholars to copy books."
As a result, Li Jin's way of making money is cut off.
After all, he can't always work hard from morning to night like his peers in the village. One is that there is no such time, and the other is that the money earned is too little.
Fortunately, the vegetable field at home was self-sufficient, and shopkeeper Song kept delivering meat, which did not make Li Jin feel stretched.
But Li Jin also knew that if he couldn't find a job, sooner or later his family would be left empty.
At that time, it is likely to evolve into Qin Muwen doing needlework to earn money to support him.
Li Jin has psychological pressure, but he doesn't show it. He is not the kind of man who likes to complain.
On the contrary, he is willing to do everything silently, so as not to let the people he wants to protect suffer the slightest grievance.
Finally, after discussing with the owner of the Hawthorn Garden, Li Jin brought back a few catties of hawthorn.
When Li Jin wanted to give money, the owner of the garden said: "If you want to do big business with me, I will give these hawthorns to you.
But if you don't come over later, I'm not short of these few kilograms of hawthorn. "
Li Jin accepted with a smile: "Thank you."
In fact, he thought, the minds of the ancients in doing business were still too simple.
The location of this hawthorn garden is so good, if it is open now, let these people pick it, and finally sell it, it will definitely make a fortune.
But on such a good day as the Double Ninth Festival, there are not even hawkers selling sachets around. The owner of the garden also surrounded his tree with fishing nets, for fear that others would steal it.
Qin Muwen found an open space, put down his luggage, sat with Li Jin, and fed the steamed buns with rice paste, while asking, "A Jin, what do you need so many hawthorns for?"
Li Jin said, "I'll make sugar candied haws for you."