Carpenter Su stared at the money in his hand for a long, long time.
Finally, he abruptly stuffed the money back into Lin Mo's hand.
Just as Lin Mo was filled with questions, Carpenter Su spoke up:
"Take the money and go to Xiaoxiao's mother's house to give her the money."
“The team wanted as many narrow-mouthed bamboo baskets as possible, but now that the fish are all gone, the old ones are still soaking in the pond, and there are still a lot of new narrow-mouthed bamboo baskets piled up in people’s yards, but the team won’t accept them anymore.”
After a long, rambling explanation, Lin Mo understood that the Su family had a stock of narrow-mouthed bamboo baskets, and he could get some by going there.
More importantly—
He told me to take the money and give it to Xiaoxiao's mother!
Isn't this helping me establish a positive and upright image in front of Aunt Su?
Aunt Su really disliked herself.
In other words, Su the carpenter was also secretly plotting and paving the way for his own future.
Hehehe!
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Finally, he glanced at Su Xiaoxiao with delight, taking in the blush on her cheeks.
Turning around, it ran happily towards the Su family's house.
Aunt Su was cleaning her yard, and sure enough, there were some woodworking and bamboo products piled up in the corner.
The cold climate of Northeast China is not suitable for bamboo growth; only the cold-resistant moso bamboo can grow some before winter.
Before winter, in order to prepare for the winter, the Su family had piled up a lot of bamboo that had been cut down from the ridge in advance in their courtyard.
"Su Niang, let's buy some bamboo baskets."
Lin Mo greeted her and walked into the courtyard. He went straight to Aunt Su's face and stuffed the money into her hand.
Aunt Su looked down in confusion, and her confusion instantly turned into shock.
Wow, that guy! Fifty yuan! And brand new consecutive ten-yuan bills!
Before Aunt Su could even utter a sound, Lin Mo explained that he had already discussed it with Uncle Su, and that he would take as many narrow-mouthed bamboo baskets as there were, with the money paid in advance.
"Besides narrow bamboo baskets, we also need some large wooden basins, the kind with wooden boards and wire hoops will do."
After saying that, Lin Mo picked up the narrow bamboo basket from the corner of the yard, strung it together, hung it on his shoulder, and slung it away.
Several minutes had passed since Lin Mo left before Aunt Su finally recovered from her shock.
Has this guy taken the wrong medicine?
However, after calming down a bit, Aunt Su's brows relaxed somewhat.
Earlier, the team was desperately asking for bamboo baskets, and they were so busy that their feet barely touched the ground, yet they were still urging each other to hurry up.
After the fish was eaten, the team stopped urging them to finish, and they didn't want the fish that had already been braided anymore.
All those things I wrote before were wasted.
After all that busy work, each bamboo basket counts as one work point.
For the first two days, Aunt Su was quite happy.
If more people in the village go fishing, won't there be more bamboo baskets needed?
The joy lasted only a couple of days before it wore off.
This morning she was feeling down, wondering what to do, but the harvest was over, and she wasn't even eligible for the remaining piecework.
I don't need the bamboo basket anymore, since I have nothing else to do anyway.
Not long after she became depressed, Lin Mo sent her money, which solved her frustration of not having any work for a while.
The unreal feeling brought about by the huge sum of money made her frequently feel dazed. In her daze, she would unconsciously think about what would happen if this kid continued to do things so honestly.
It would be best to take the villagers hunting in the mountains, just like fishing. The more villagers live well, the more they need to hunt to live a good life.
The Su family can also take advantage of this momentum to improve their situation.
I wish that were true.
...
In the production team, the contracted fields were completely bare, with only a few scattered wheat stalks remaining in the fields, like an old bald man with only a few hairs left on his head.
Some villagers were bundling wheat straw, while others were filling the ponds with it to ferment, so it could be used as fertilizer next year.
Some were bending over in the bare fields, picking up the fallen ears of wheat, putting one in a sack and another in their own pocket.
After a day of carrying around wheat like that, he could put at least a pound or two of wheat in his pocket.
"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless."
"The cold comes and the heat goes, autumn harvests and winter stores."
Along the edge of the field, a dozen or so teenagers, instead of going to primary school, gathered in small groups around a group of educated youth, insisting on hearing them talk about culture.
Xu Zhenting wrote words on the ground with a wooden stick, and several children around him stared at him intently, reading each stroke carefully.
"If you learn the Thousand Character Classic, you'll be able to write a thousand characters." Xu Zhenting would rather spend his time among children than do manual labor.
Teaching children to write allows them to avoid doing chores while experiencing the admiration and respect others have for cultured individuals.
The pleasure that vanity brings is indescribable.
Lin Mo came to find his restless mother and take her home.
Anyway, the autumn harvest is over, and there's not much work to do in the team.
Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to go home and quietly cultivate a little more land to harvest another batch of bok choy before winter.
Before I even saw her, I saw a bunch of kids who seemed really eager to learn, but of course, most of them were also running around being naughty.
The village is mostly illiterate; half the population can read and half cannot.
There are so many kids who are twelve or thirteen years old and still haven't started primary school. It's pitiful.
Wang Junjun spotted Lin Mo approaching from afar, and his parents also saw him.
The two elders lowered their heads guiltily, avoiding eye contact with Lin Mo, while Wang Junjun, feeling guilty, quietly ran away and went home.
Because they were afraid of being dragged into a fight.
"Hey, what are you going to catch with all these bamboo baskets?"
Miao Qingsong and Miao Wang trotted over, chattering excitedly, intending to go with Lin Mo if he went hunting.
"Ha!" Suddenly, a sharp, cold laugh came from Wang Yanli:
"Lin Mo, don't think that my nephew's matter is over and done with! He fell so hard!"
Hearing someone shouting, some bored villagers immediately perked up their ears.
"What happened? What's going on?" Lin Gangtie, who was nearby, asked out of curiosity, with no ill intentions.
As soon as someone responded, Wang Yanli put her hands on her hips and started panting, glaring at Lin Mo and launching into a tirade of spittle flying:
"Lin Mo said he would take my nephew, A-Jun, hunting in the mountains, but they didn't catch anything, and my nephew actually fell out of a tree!"
"It was a tree several meters tall! I fell straight down! Now I can't even get out of bed! My bones are fractured!"
"And there's a huge bruise! It's awful!"
"This heartless magistrate doesn't care at all! He won't even pay for Ah Jun to go to the clinic for treatment! He just lets Ah Jun lie in bed suffering and waiting to die!"
These words shocked not only Lin Mo, but also the villagers.
"Wow, is it that serious? Why don't you hurry up and borrow a donkey cart from the team to take him to the medical station? Are you really just going to stay home and wait to die?"
"Lin Mo, this is your fault. How can you not take responsibility for the trouble you caused?" Xu Zhenting suddenly came over, not wanting to miss a good show, and helped the villagers stir up trouble by pointing the finger at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo was so angry he almost laughed.
I fell, and it definitely hurt.
How come, in your words, Wang Yanli, A-Jun looks like he's about to be thrown to his death?
That's incredible, that's ridiculous.
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