Era: Started from raising livestock in the mountains

Liu Lan turned her head to look at him: "Going hunting in the mountains?"

Lin Heng nodded: "Yes, you can't catch big things near people."

"It's not safe to go alone, it's better to call your eldest brother or dad." Xiulan was a little worried.

Lin Heng smiled and glanced at her: "It's not confirmed yet, don't worry, let's talk about it later."

After going out, Lin Heng took the initiative to take care of his daughter.

"Awoo~"

Seeing Lin Heng carrying Xiaoxia away, Xiongba made a happy cry, lay down on his butt, panting with his tongue sticking out.

Taking care of a baby is too tiring, it is afraid of this little ancestor.

"Wow wow wow...dog...dog..."

As soon as Lin Heng took Xiaoxia away, she began to struggle, crying and shouting for a dog.

Until Lin Heng stuffed a candy into her little mouth.

"Wow...ah...lie..."

After a moment of stunned, the little ancestor held the candy in his mouth, and a happy smile appeared on his face. The rapid change of face was shocking.

"Come, one for each of you two." Lin Heng looked at his two little nephews who were looking at him eagerly not far away, and gave them one each.

"Thank you, second dad!"

A three-year-old and a two-year-old baby took the candy and stuffed it into their mouths impatiently.

The three children of the eldest brother Lin Yue are all sons. People in the village envy him for marrying a good wife who can give birth.

This is also the reason why the eldest sister-in-law Liu Juan is a little superior at home, because the mother is honored by the son.

Lin Heng, who has lived a lifetime, has long lost this idea. As long as people are good, men and women are the same.

While teasing his baby daughter to eat candy, Lin Heng also taught her some words.

After lunch, the rain stopped completely in the afternoon, but the sky was overcast. It seemed that this was just a short break, and soon there would be a downpour.

"Have you planted all the sweet potatoes in the field?" Lin Heng asked curiously.

When Lin's mother heard this, she said to him, "You still care about the crops? I have already planted them. Otherwise, why would I wait for you?"

Lin Heng stopped talking and continued to repair his slingshot fork, which was made of yellow willow.

The scientific name of yellow willow is Cotinus coggygria. The fork made of it is not only strong and durable, but also golden yellow. After sanding it with sandpaper, Lin Heng nodded with satisfaction.

"Xiu Lan, come and help me." Lin Heng took out the two cuffs he bought and asked his wife to help tie them.

Xiu Lan picked up the cotton thread from the ground and looked at him: "Tie it directly?"

"Wrap it with a cloth strip before tying it." Lin Heng thought for a while and said, this way it will last longer.

"Okay!" Xiu Lan squatted down and tied it carefully.

"Are you going up the mountain tonight?"

"Not going up the mountain, just take a look around and try out the slingshot you just made."

"Get a piece of film paper, so that it can be covered when it rains, don't catch a cold."

"Got it."

A few minutes later, a brand new slingshot was ready.

Lin Heng picked it up and tried two shots. After confirming that there was no problem with the crosshairs, he hung it up.

"Let's burn some ceramsite for use next time." Lin Heng looked at the few round little stones left in his hand. He found them in the field and polished them.

Compared with this, ceramsite is more convenient. Slingshot bullets are naturally the best, but they are difficult to obtain. As a second choice, he naturally chose to burn ceramsite himself.

"Lin Heng, help me move the wood to the yard." Seeing that Lin Heng had nothing to do, Lin's father shouted.

"Okay." Lin Heng nodded and went out to help move the wood.

Liang the carpenter has been here for so long, and he has been busy cutting boards. In this era, the wooden boards used in rural areas are cut out piece by piece with hand saws, unlike in later generations where electric saws can be used to cut them in a few hours.

After moving the wooden boards into the yard piece by piece, Lin Heng was entangled by his daughter's thigh: "Daddy...eat..."

The little girl wanted candy again. After eating one, she became addicted.

"No more." Lin Heng shook his head.

Hearing this, Xiaoxia's mouth immediately shrank, and tears were rolling in her eyes. It seemed that if she didn't take it out again, she would cry, the kind that can't be coaxed.

"You cry, but I won't give it to you even if you cry." Lin Heng spread his hands and pouted.

"Wow wow wow~~"

Immediately, tears flowed out, and the sound rang out, like playing music, the more she cried, the stronger she cried. Lin Heng watched silently and didn't coax her.

She also found a bench to sit on and look at the sky. Xiaoxia cried even louder when she saw this scene.

"Hurry up and give him a candy, don't let the child cry, look pitiful." Liang the carpenter said with no mercy when he saw this scene.

"No." Lin Heng shook his head.

"Second brother, do you know how to take care of a child? If not, give her a candy." The eldest sister-in-law also said speechlessly, how can you take care of a child like this.

"You don't have to worry about it. Mom, don't come either. Of course I will take care of her." Lin Heng said with a smile. He must not let his daughter develop the habit of being satisfied as soon as she cries. If she grows up like that, she will definitely be a naughty child.

"I'll see what you will do if she catches a cold." Lin's mother stopped and looked at Lin Heng speechlessly.

"That's right, Xiulan, don't you care about it?" Sister-in-law Liu Juan asked Xiulan. If Lin Yue did this, she would have scolded her long ago.

Xiulan, who was pulling the sole of her shoe, looked up and smiled and shook her head and said, "It's okay. This is his daughter. As long as he is happy, it's fine."

Liu Juan was speechless. If the father is unreliable, how can the mother be unreliable?

Lin Heng stopped everyone from approaching and let his daughter cry for three minutes. Seeing that no one paid attention to her, she stopped by herself.

"Okay, stop crying?" Lin Heng looked at her and asked with a smile.

"Wow..."

Just as the little girl was about to open her mouth, she seemed to remember that she had just cried and was ignored. She angrily raised her fist and punched Lin Heng's thigh.

"It hurts so much, give it a couple more hits!" Lin Heng laughed. The way his little daughter lost her temper was so funny, not to mention that the force of the hammer was just right. It's great that my legs have been hurting for the past few days.

"Wow...bad..."

The angry little girl rotated the hammer with both hands, venting her anger fiercely.

Mother Lin looked on and smiled: "When your daughter grows up and knows this scene, she will have to let you live in the wilderness when she is old."

"What I call education, what do you know?" Lin Heng was very arrogant.

Mother Lin nodded and said with deep understanding: "I don't know how to educate, otherwise I wouldn't have a second-rate kid like you. I didn't get beaten enough when I was a child."

Lin Heng: "..."

When his daughter could no longer move the hammer, Lin Heng forcibly picked her up and stuffed a candy into her little mouth.

"Ha~"

In an instant, his little face burst into laughter, and his little hands hugged Lin Heng's neck.

"Come on, give me a kiss." Lin Heng kissed his daughter on the face, leaving the little one stunned.

Xiulan was pulling the soles next to her. In this era, the soles of cloth shoes were made of about ten layers of cloth and brown, and then stretched stitch by stitch with cotton thread. It took half a month to make one pair.

Each pair represents love, and they are naturally comfortable to wear.

The terracotta tile maker came again in the afternoon and delivered a thousand terracotta tiles in total.

At around five o'clock, Lin Heng saw that the time was almost up, handed his daughter over to his wife, took a bow, arrows and slingshot, and set off with Xiongba.

"Be careful." Xiulan warned Lin Heng.

Lin Heng smiled, showing his white teeth: "Don't worry, it's right at home, there's no danger."

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