As soon as Lin Lian finished speaking, there was a knocking sound outside the courtyard, and each knock was more urgent than the last.
Both of them subconsciously looked up, but often didn't see what was going on. The older woman seemed a little flustered.
"Don't worry, Mother, this place is very well hidden. No one will find out. Maybe it's just something the neighbors are up to." Lin Lian patted her mother's hand to calm her down.
Then, she walked over quietly and opened the wooden door.
The two faces that came into view startled her, and Lin Lian instinctively wanted to close the door.
However, this action angered Mr. and Mrs. Lin, who immediately glared at him.
"Xiaolian, what's going on? We've both come over, why are you still closing the door?"
Lin Lian had no choice but to open the door and let the elderly couple in.
"Grandpa and Grandma, I didn't mean to do it. It's just that Dad and Xingye are both studying, and they are both quiet people who are afraid of being disturbed by neighbors. I thought the person who came just now was a neighbor."
Lin Lian tried to exonerate herself.
"Forget it, there's no point in arguing with a little girl like you. You and your mother pack up and come back to Linjia Village with us now." Old Mrs. Lin waved her hand.
Lin Lian was stunned. She and her mother were going back to Linjia Village now? Had those two old folks gone mad?
"Why do we have to go back so suddenly? If Mom and I go back, there will be no one to take care of Dad and my brother!" she explained softly.
"You two have to go back. You can't beat the third son's wife, and the second son's wife has run away. Now it's just the two of us old folks doing all the work, and we can't keep up at all!" Old Mrs. Lin didn't want to keep working non-stop anymore.
"What? Second sister-in-law ran away?" Shen Wanxin exclaimed in shock from inside the house.
Grandma Lin then recounted everything that had happened recently, wiping away tears as she spoke.
After hearing this, Lin Lian was completely distraught.
Shouldn't Lin Anniang have died this winter? Wu Cuiying never ran away from beginning to end!
And what about that old lady Gongsun from Linjia Village? Shouldn't she have died in Chongzhou and then been carried here by others?
But now everything has changed; the entire Linjia Village has moved to the barren mountains!
Lin Lian was extremely panicked. All of this was different from her memories of her previous life. If these memories were all wrong, then how ridiculous were the things she had done?
No wonder I couldn't make that soap thing successfully; my memory had gone wrong!
While Shen Wanxin was still anxious, Lin Lian readily agreed.
Anyway, if she doesn't go back now, the two old people won't let them off the hook, so she might as well take this opportunity to go back and find out what happened.
"Mother, let's go back together!"
"But, but..." Shen Wanxin hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.
What if she goes back and someone finds out?
"Mother, the entire Lin family village has moved to Huangshan. No one will notice you then," Lin Lian whispered.
"Alright, that's the only way then." Shen Wanxin was at a loss and could only listen to her daughter.
So the two of them took some clothes and followed the elderly couple back home.
Throughout the journey, Lin Lian kept pondering: if most of her memories were false, could her father and younger brother really pass the imperial examinations for the first and second degree?
My father goes out drinking with those people all day long; he doesn't seem to study seriously at all. My younger brother stays at home all day, but he doesn't even know what books he has.
Lin Lian had already noticed it when she helped tidy up last time.
These things weren't very obvious before, after all, she had memories of her past life, and those memories wouldn't be wrong.
But once these memories were denied, she panicked.
"No, it can't be," she murmured to herself.
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barren mountain.
The cotton in the valley had been harvested, and the snow-white cotton was brought to the mountainside, much to the delight of the group.
I never expected to find so much cotton in just twenty acres of land, and it's only been three days! She truly lives up to her reputation as the Mountain Goddess!
From these people's discussions, Le Bai learned about the planting time of these cotton plants, and he was once again dumbfounded.
Harvesting cotton in three days? This isn't a paradise at all; this is a farm game!
Le Bai was in a daze when he turned around and found that the group of people were actually studying cotton and how to make cotton clothes.
"I think this cotton is so warm, I could stuff it inside my clothes and get through the winter!"
"How about we sew it right inside this garment?"
"I think this is a fantastic idea!"
Le Bai quickly stopped him.
"Cotton needs to be processed before it can be made into cotton-padded clothes. Please don't sew it directly into the clothes!"
But all Le Bai had ever seen were various machines processing cotton; he really didn't know how cotton was processed in ancient times.
But Le Bai had seen the students watch the videos and vaguely remembered what those wooden tools looked like.
Does our village have a carpenter?
Now he calls Linjia Village "our village".
It's a joke, but he was so reluctant to leave that idyllic valley that he didn't want to leave, let alone discover more and more amazing things.
“Carpenter Wu is nearby.” Lin Mo actually knew that making cotton involved a process, which was something An Niangzi had reminded her of.
Before leaving, Madam An explained that the village really didn't know how to process the cotton, so they asked the Mountain Goddess to exchange it using their existing contribution points.
Lin Mo agreed. Of course, they couldn't keep bothering the Mountain Goddess. After all, she was a deity, and how could she handle all sorts of trivial matters for them?
Since this teacher knows this, let's give it a try first. We can save quite a few contribution points!
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