After returning from Hongfeng Mountain, Lin Heng put a lot of things in the car.
There was freshly milked milk, as well as rosewood and golden nanmu objects collected yesterday, and some tools for carpentry.
Of course, Tangli must have taken it as well.
When they got home, they gave the milk to Xiulan and they had breakfast quickly.
"Mom and Dad are going to pick persimmons today. They will carry them back to the old house later. There are several large vats over 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 want to say that we will help clean them after they are all carried back."
Xiulan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go wash the pears, and then I'll start making the pear paste."
Lin Heng let the children play in the yard by themselves. Xiaoxia continued to learn how to ride a bike, while Luming and Du Heng stood beside them and competed to see who could run faster.
He found a basin, poured some hot water into it, and washed the wood thoroughly.
After being cleaned, the pen holder, inkstone and tea can all look quite good, reflecting a purple-red halo in the sun and looking antique.
Lin Heng could only say that the rich people in the past also knew how to enjoy life, and things carved out of good wood were different.
He washed the tea can and placed it on the coffee table. He then packed the tea leaves in a small plastic bag and put them into the old rosewood tea can.
This thing is just a decoration. Tea leaves cannot be put in directly in bulk. They have to be separated by small plastic bags.
He placed the old red sandalwood pen holder and inkstone directly on the desk, which complemented the desk made of red toon wood and made it look even more antique.
After putting the brush upside down into the pen holder, Lin Heng took out another one, ground a little ink and wrote some words.
Maybe it was an illusion, but he felt that the ink ground from this old rosewood inkstone was more fragrant.
"I'll find someone to repair the damage later."
Putting down the pen, Lin Heng looked at the inkstone again and said to himself that compared to the previous stone inkstone, he liked this old rosewood one better.
As for the damage, he wisely did not try to repair it. He knew that he did not have the skill to do so.
After going out, he cleaned the other wood again. Among them were one or two thin rosewood boards, each five millimeters thick, neither of which was big enough to make two combs.
Lin Heng first used a wood planer to plane the wooden board to a certain slope, then went back to the bedroom and took out Xiulan's two combs and pencils.
Xiulan has two combs, one is a plastic comb with a handle, and the other is an old-fashioned wooden comb without a handle.
He pressed the comb against the wooden board and copied out a rough pattern.
Then he used his father's wire saw to saw out the general shape of the comb.
It sounds simple, but it took him two hours just to saw out the shape and comb teeth, and this was even though he had strong hands-on skills.
After he completed the general shape, he stopped and went back to the house to drink some water and rest.
In the kitchen, Xiulan had already thrown the pears into the pot and was stewing them. A rich aroma of pear juice wafted out.
Lin Heng walked into the kitchen and took a look. Many of the pears had been cooked and a large pot of water had been boiled out, which mixed with loquat leaves and had a very pleasant aroma.
"I guess we'll have to stay up till night," Xiulan said with a smile.
"Take your time, there's no rush." Lin Heng said with a smile.
After watching for a while, he continued to make his own comb. The general shape had been completed and all that was left was to polish it.
First grind it with a file, and then fine-grind it a little bit with sandpaper.
He was very glad that the carpentry tools he bought for his father were complete, otherwise it would be difficult to make a comb.
At 12 noon, Lin Heng finally polished the wooden comb. Finally, he applied some bear oil and polished it by hand. After finishing, he got two beautiful combs that exuded a purple-red luster in the sun.
However, he did not give the comb to Xiulan immediately. Instead, he used a jigsaw to saw two hairpins from the remaining material on the small wooden board.
The shape he made is the simplest flowing cloud pattern. It is very simple to make and looks good after grinding and polishing.
"The meal is ready, go call mom and dad to eat."
Lin Heng had just finished making the hairpin when Xiulan came out of the house and shouted. It was already past one o'clock in the afternoon, and because she was busy making autumn pear paste, she had cooked a little late.
"I have finished the combs and hairpins. I'll give you the hairpins and you can choose one of the combs. I'll give the remaining one to mom." Lin Heng said as he took the finished items to Xiulan.
Xiulan was a little surprised when she saw the finished product made by Lin Heng: "I didn't expect you have such a skill."
Lin Heng raised his head and chest: "Of course, don't you see who I am?"
"So arrogant." Xiulan smiled, took the things and looked at them, finally picked out the comb with a handle, and picked up a hairpin and put it on her hair.
Xiulan blinked and said, "Although it's beautiful, I only need one hairpin. You can give the other one to mom."
"Okay then, I'll make another one for you later." Lin Heng nodded. Since Xiulan liked him, she felt that the half day's effort was not wasted.
He put the remaining combs and hairpins on the coffee table and went out to the old house to look for his parents. When he walked into the yard, he saw a lot of persimmons but no one, so he went home to tell Xiulan and went up the mountain with a basket on his back to help.
"Dad, how much is left? It's time for lunch. Xiulan has prepared everything." Lin Heng came under the persimmon tree and asked.
"You don't have to come. This is the last time and all the fruits have been picked." Father Lin said.
"It's okay. I'll carry it and let my mother rest for a while." Lin Heng walked up, gave the empty backpack to his mother, and carried her backpack 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.
After a while they returned home, put down the persimmons and went to the new house. After washing their hands and faces, Xiulan had already brought the meal to the table.
"It's such a big table, just keep it simple. We can eat such good food every day." Mother Lin said with a smile as she looked at the six dishes on the table.
"They are all simple dishes, 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 it is."
"Hey, son, your craftsmanship is pretty good, but why are you giving it to me? Give it to Xiulan." Lin's mother was surprised at Lin Heng's craftsmanship, but did not take it.
"I did it to Xiulan, too." Lin Heng explained helplessly.
"Oh, I see. Mom will take it. Thank you, son."
After hearing this, Lin's mother happily put it away and tried to comb her own hair.
"Hurry up and sit down to eat." Father Lin said, and then sat down and started eating.
The children were already hungry, and they picked up the food with their chopsticks. Lin Heng sat down and picked up a piece of fried ham, then drank two cups of rice wine with his father.
After lunch, Lin Heng helped his parents wash the persimmons and put them on a bamboo dustpan to dry in the afternoon. By the evening, both the clay jar and the persimmons were dry.
They put the persimmons into a large earthenware jar, sealed it with film paper, and left it in a corner of the house to ferment. To make persimmon vinegar, you don’t need to put anything else, just throw the persimmons in, seal it, and come back to scoop out the vinegar after six months.
They used three large clay jars, each 1.2 meters high and 50 centimeters in diameter, to brew the wine, but there were still too many persimmons, with about 300 to 400 kilograms left.
In the end, we can only choose to beat them into jujube wine to make wine, otherwise we will have nowhere to explain it and we will definitely not be able to finish it.
Lin Heng helped 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 room and asked her.
"Of course, eighty kilograms of pears, plus a lot of Sichuan Fritillary Bulbs, Monk Fruit, and rock sugar, etc., only four kilograms of autumn pear paste can be boiled."
Xiulan put down the comb, opened the cabinet, took out the still hot Qiuli paste that had just been bottled, and showed it to Lin Heng. Lin Heng opened a bottle, scooped some with a spoon, tasted it, and nodded, "It's delicious."
Autumn pear paste is not just sweet, it also has a strong fragrance and tastes very good.
"Dad, feed me~"
Seeing Lin Heng opening the Qiuli Paste, Xiaoxia hugged her legs and acted coquettishly, and Luming and Du Heng followed closely behind.
"Okay, we've got everything." Lin Heng scooped three spoonfuls, fed each person one spoonful, and then closed the lid as they looked reluctant to leave.
"Let's make some simple sauerkraut noodles tonight. I'm so tired after making autumn pear paste all day." Xiulan said to Lin Heng.
It was fine at the beginning, but later on she had to stir it constantly to prevent it from sticking to the pan and burning, so she had to stand the whole time.
"Then I'll go downstairs, you just sit down 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 then washed the child's face, hands and feet, and then waited for dinner.
The next day, Xiulan no longer used the original comb to comb her hair in the morning, but used the one made by Lin Heng.
"The weather outside is pretty good today. It seems like God has been kind to us recently."
While Xiulan was combing her hair, Lin Heng looked out the window and said, "The sun has shrunk the persimmons a lot in the past two days."
"It's really giving us face." Xiulan nodded.
After combing her hair, she went out with Lin Heng. After exercising, they washed up and came to the pavilion. They pinched the persimmons one by one and pressed them into round cake shapes, so that the final persimmon cakes would not be hard.
After breakfast, they had nothing to do today, so Lin Heng put all the wood he had made there to dry in the sun, preparing to make incense from the unused 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 being dried.
"Let's go to Red Maple Mountain to pick chrysanthemums." After drying the things, Lin Heng looked at Xiulan and said.
"Sure. The chrysanthemum pillow I made before is a bit loose, so it would be nice to add some chrysanthemums to it." Xiulan nodded. It would be nice to go out for a walk when she was bored at home.
When they went out, they happened to meet the elder brother and his wife next door who were also carrying things out. Seeing them, Lin Heng asked curiously: "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? We are going to pick chrysanthemums too," Xiulan said with a smile.
"Then let's go together. There are a lot of them over in Shibadanggou, in large groups." Sister-in-law Liu Juan invited.
Lin Heng thought for a moment and said, "We were originally planning to go to Hongfeng Mountain, so I'll ask my mother to come along and help take care of the kids."
"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 walked towards Shibadanggou with bags in their hands.
"Oh my God, it's spectacular! When did there appear so many wild chrysanthemums in this place?" Lin Heng said in surprise. After entering the ditch, they saw clusters of golden wild chrysanthemums, which looked very spectacular.
"It has always been there, but it's growing particularly well this year," said Lin Yue.
Lin Heng nodded and quickened his pace. Soon they entered the ditch. Lin's mother was working in the dry fields after the rice had been harvested with her five grandsons and one granddaughter, while Lin Heng, Xiu Lan and the others were picking wild chrysanthemums on the slope.
The children were running around in the fields, playing and chasing each other, picking flowers and chasing birds. All Lin's mother had to do was watch them and make sure they didn't fight or run to the cliff. It was already early winter and there were basically no poisonous insects.
Before they knew it, a morning had passed. Because there were so many wild chrysanthemums here, they collected them very quickly. Each of them collected half a snakeskin bag, which weighed about ten pounds.
In addition to wild chrysanthemums, they also got a lot of garlic cloves. There were a lot of garlic cloves on the edges of the fields at this season.
"Let's go back and I'll cook for them. The children are hungry."
Seeing that they still wanted to go up, Lin's mother shouted.
When everyone looked back, they saw that the children who were lively and energetic before were now following their grandmother dejectedly like little ducks, and it was obvious that they were too hungry to move.
"Okay then." Lin Heng nodded and motioned everyone to go back.
After walking two steps, Xiulan suddenly squatted down and picked up a pear tree, then asked in confusion: "There are no pear trees nearby, how could there be a pear tree here?"
Lin Heng looked around and immediately understood, saying, "This is definitely a super sweet pear. You can tell at a glance that it was picked by a little bird."
In the mountains, nothing is more picky than birds. When he was a child, he often picked up some pears dropped by birds, and they were all very sweet without exception.
Not all pears are astringent, some are sweet, and birds can often find them.
Xiulan wiped it with a half-believing and half-doubting attitude, then took a bite.
Then he showed a look of surprise: "It's really sweet, I'll give the remaining half to Xiaoxia."
"But for sure." Lin Heng smiled. He was very experienced.
When they came to their mother, the children said they did not want to walk and wanted to be held or carried on their mother’s back.
Xiulan gave half a pear to Xiaoxia, who was pleasantly surprised when she ate it: "It's so sweet, I want more."
"It's gone, just this half, but your father picked up some chestnuts." Xiulan pointed at Lin Heng and said.
Then, the three children hugged Lin Heng's legs, looking eagerly for food.
"I have chestnuts, but they need to be peeled. I might as well carry you back." Lin Heng was too lazy to peel them slowly, so he gave a few to Xiaoxia and then carried his two sons back.
Given the current state of the two of them, I will definitely not leave. (End of this chapter)
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