The kang (heated brick bed) for left-behind women

The next day.

Life quickly returned to its original rhythm.

As dawn broke, Lin Dachun got up as usual, first checking the lambs in the sheepfold, adding hay and water, and then turning his attention to the sea buckthorn field on Yehuling, which held even greater long-term hopes.

The sea buckthorn seedlings transplanted in early spring have survived the most vulnerable period of seedling establishment.

Lin Dachun carried a hoe and a bucket up the mountain, his trousers soaked by the morning dew.

He walked to the edge of the field and carefully examined the green patch he had planted with his own hands.

Most of the seedlings straightened their backs, their leaves unfurled, and their color changed from light green to a more subdued dark green, gleaming with a healthy sheen in the morning light.

"He's alive again," Lin Dachun murmured to himself, a barely perceptible look of relief on his face.

Loosen the soil and irrigate.

The huge contracted land was reclaimed, irrigated, and cared for by Lin Dachun all by himself.

This is a very difficult task.

Fortunately, sea buckthorn is naturally suited to this kind of dry land, and it can survive without any care.

"Uncle, that's impressive! Did you contract this out? To grow sea buckthorn?"

Just then, a young man passed by, saw it, and asked.

Hu Dazhu turned around and saw Lin Xiaohu, Lin Dalong's son, who was carrying bundles of firewood on his back.

Beside him was Lin Xiaohu's wife, Li Meili.

"Yeah, I don't have any ideas, so I'll just try planting this. What do you think, Xiao Hu?" Lin Dachun asked.

"I'm ignorant. What do you think, wife?" Lin Xiaohu asked his wife.

"I don't know. Usually, people grow jujubes, persimmons, and apples. I don't think anyone grows this stuff," Li Meili said.

"Never mind that, honey, I can't carry this anymore, it's too tiring. I've come all this way with you just to chop this little bit of stuff. If I follow you, I'll starve to death sooner or later," Li Meili complained.

She put down the firewood from her shoulder.

Originally, Lin Xiaohu took his wife to the mountain to pick wild fruits, but they found nothing and nothing to exchange for money. With no other option, they had to chop firewood and go home empty-handed.

Lin Xiaohu isn't very bright.

His wife, Li Meili, is a beauty, just as her name suggests.

"What can I do? I can't help you either," Lin Xiaohu said awkwardly.

"Just leave it here. My home isn't far, right? I'll carry it back for Meili. I'll be going down the mountain soon too." Lin Dachun was strong and willing to help; it was just a small favor.

"Alright, honey, I'll go back first. You can have Uncle Dachun carry it down for you. Uncle Dachun is the strongest man in the village." After saying that, Lin Xiaohu picked up the firewood and went down the mountain.

Li Meili sat down to rest, took a sip of water, and began to observe Lin Dachun.

"Uncle Dachun, you're really sturdy. My husband is skinny and weak. He's completely useless," Li Meili complained.

"Haha, if it won't work in the fields, it'll work elsewhere," Lin Dachun joked.

Li Meili glanced at Lin Dachun and said, "Uncle Dachun, are you flirting with me?"

"No, I was just asking."

"And what about you?" Li Meili smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot, you're single now. What are you trying to do by flirting with me?"

"What are you saying?"

"Did I say something wrong? Do you have a woman? Are you Widow He?" Li Meili was teased, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she took the initiative to chat with Lin Dachun.

Lin Dachun put down his hoe, walked over, sat down next to Li Meili, took out his water bottle, and took a sip.

"There are so many lecherous men in the village, there must be plenty of people trying to harass you," Lin Dachun replied with a smile.

After all, Li Meili was a beauty, while her husband Lin Xiaohu was a good-for-nothing.

This is what the villagers think.

"Uncle Dachun, there are some rumors about you in the village. Are they true?" Li Meili had also heard about those interesting things.

Linjiatun is such a small place, nothing can be kept secret.

The women in the village are all the same.

In particular, there are a few older village women who like to talk about the men in the village.

"What rumor?" Lin Dachun had no idea.

Li Meili leaned close to Lin Dachun's ear and whispered, "They said you~~~"

After hearing this, Lin Dachun's face turned ashen.

"Seriously, what are you guys talking about? Speechless," Lin Dachun said awkwardly.

"Really??" Li Meili exclaimed in shock.