The meeting ended, and Song Anxin led the four boys back. Lin Fengyao had just been playing around with his friends, sweating profusely.

He raised his little face and said, "Mom, you're so amazing! All my friends are so envious of me. Can you teach me how to kill that wild boar?"

Song Anxin smiled and said, "Didn't your mother say that it was just an accident? You can't follow your mother's example."

Lin Fenghe replied, "Mother, you can't rush in alone like that next time. I'll worry."

He preferred to believe it was an accident.

Lin Fengnian and Lin Fengshou echoed this sentiment, and Song Anxin smiled and said she would no longer make them worry so much.

“Mother, then I’ll go on patrol with my elder brother,” Lin Fengshou said.

Lin Fengnian said he had no objection, and Song Anxin said, "Okay, then you two be careful."

When the group returned home, the aroma of braised food filled the yard as soon as they entered, making their mouths water.

The four boys ran to the kitchen and gathered around the pot. Lin Fengyao, drooling, asked, "Sister-in-law, what's in the pot? It smells so good!"

Zhang Mei laughed and said, "Mother said it's braised pig offal."

Lin Fengshou exclaimed in surprise: "This stew contains the pig offal we cleaned this afternoon. How can something so smelly and pungent smell so delicious!"

Song Anxin laughed as she saw how hungry they looked:

"It's almost done braising. Take the plums out and let them cool. You can cut them up and eat them later."

As expected, the offal was a hit. Song Anxin added a lot of dogwood because she loves spicy food, but the two younger ones, Lin Fenghe and Lin Fengyao, couldn't handle it. They were drooling from the spiciness but still wanted to eat.

Song Anxin looked on with amusement and said, "It's because I didn't think it through. I'll make something sweet for you next time."

Lin Fengshou, his lips red from the spiciness, said, "You can even make it sweet! Mother, you're amazing! Mother, this tastes so good, can we take it to the county restaurant to sell?"

Song Anxin thought about it and realized it made sense: "That's possible, but we'll have to wait until after the autumn harvest."

Lin Fengshou looked excited and said, "I'll talk to the restaurant manager then."

After the meal, Lin Erxi and Lin Dongzi came to class, and Lin's sister-in-law also came over to bring bowls. Everyone's lips were red from the spiciness, and they all praised the braised pork offal highly.

Meanwhile, at Lin Gangzi's home.

Lin Gangzi stayed home and didn't go to the meeting in the middle of the village. He didn't want to be squeezed with the villagers anymore. He wouldn't have gone last night if his father hadn't dragged him to check on the fields.

Upon hearing the news brought by his father, he sat at the dinner table and said disdainfully:

“I’m not going to patrol with those country bumpkins, Dad. You go if you want.”

Liu Hong'er, who was standing to the side, curled her lip. This sucker always pretended to be a high-minded scholar, but in reality, he had very little knowledge. He was just a country bumpkin who looked down on rural farmers. It was laughable.

Lin Tietou couldn't resist his son, who was his only son and had some education, so he cared about him a lot and let him be.

Summer sunsets are always exceptionally beautiful, and they were even more stunning in this pristine, unpolluted ancient world.

The crimson sunset, with its half-red glow, and the gentle breeze, carried away much of the daytime's heat.

When Lin Fengnian and Lin Fengshou returned from the meeting at the ancestral hall, the Lin family's small classroom began classes. Because of the meeting, classes ended later than usual, but no one had any objections.

Lin Fenghe is learning too fast. He has already finished all three primers. Song Anxin is thinking that she should go to her mother's house to get some more books and send them to the academy after the autumn harvest.

However, before Song Anxin could even go to her parents' home, this person came to her door on his own.

That night, dozens of men from the village divided into four teams and began patrolling the rice paddies. Song Anxin's house was close to the rice paddies; he could see several dancing fire dragons from afar from his courtyard entrance, and he could hear the men's shouts from time to time.

The noise kept her awake all night. There was nothing she could do; it was her own idea, so Song Anxin could only accept it with a heavy heart. Thankfully, it only lasted three nights. During that time, Song Anxin even heard Lin Fengnian come back in the middle of the night to relieve Lin Feng and then put things away.

The next day, many villagers gathered under the large ginkgo tree in the middle of the village, chatting and enjoying the cool air.

A man said, "You wouldn't believe it, we were walking around the fields with torches when we heard a noise from the mountain. We looked over, and oh my god! A dozen pairs of beasts' eyes were gleaming green as they stared at us..."

Another man chimed in, "We were terrified! We immediately started beating drums and gongs and yelling at the top of our lungs. The wild boar was so scared it ran up the mountain in a panic, hahaha..."

A man shouted, "It's my turn to patrol tonight, and I'm going to give those beasts a good scare..."

Another woman said, "Oh, Fengnian's method is really good! No wonder the magistrate thinks highly of her..."

"I heard that Fengnian's mother came up with this idea herself after reading it in a book. You know, reading is really a wonderful thing. I see that Fenghe has become so much more like a scholar..."

The women who had been standing around had an idea. They exchanged glances and went to the village head's house.

That afternoon, two people stood at the door of Song Anxin's house: Song Anxin's mother, Old Mrs. Song, and her younger brother, Song Anbang.

The two arrived at the entrance of Song Anxin's courtyard, hesitant to go in, as this was the first time in many years that Old Lady Song had visited her daughter's home.

It was heartbreaking to see. How could my daughter be living in such a dilapidated house? The old Lin family's house used to be quite nice.

Then she thought that things must have been tough for the family after Erzhu's death, and she couldn't mention it later, lest her daughter be saddened.

In reality, when the original owner divided the family property, the eldest brother and sister-in-law gave the old house to the original owner's family. The original owner then sold the old house, spent the money, and moved with several children to this house at the end of the village where no one had been born.

Lin Fengyao was feeding the rabbits in the yard when he saw the two people at the entrance and exclaimed in surprise, "Grandma!?"

Upon recognizing that it was indeed his maternal grandmother, he immediately ran over, his face beaming with excitement.

Grandma, what brings you here?

Looking at the scholar-like man next to him, he guessed that this person must be his uncle.

He greeted her politely, "You must be my uncle, Uncle! Grandma mentioned you to me before, I heard you..."

Song Anbang was utterly dumbfounded as he watched his little nephew chatter away. His sister's youngest son was quite the talker.

Hearing the noise, Song Anxin came out of the house and saw her mother and younger brother. She quickly went to greet them, her face beaming with joy.

"Mom, why did you come? You didn't even tell me so I could have picked you up at the village entrance."

Grandma Song held her daughter's hand and said, "You haven't come to see your mother for a long time since last time. I miss you and your grandchildren. It just so happens that Bang'er said he wanted to come, so I came to see you with him."

"You didn't even need to pick us up. The oxcart driver, hearing I was looking for you, even took us right to your doorstep."