The Transmigrated Li Jin's Daily Farming Life (Translated With Mtl)

Chapter 32

Because Li Zhuzi was aware of the expensive cost of the tiles, he drove the ox cart at a slower rate to ensure a smooth journey. However, Li Jin had to constantly hold the back basket to keep the tiles from colliding.

"Do you have a friendly relationship with the young master?" Li Zhuzi asked, busting his whip on the cow's back.

Li Jin replied with a smile, "We are classmates under Mr. Song's tutelage."

Li Zhuzi sighed and said, "That's good. Your mother used to visit me frequently and urge me to keep an eye on you when you go to town and not to follow others."

"The young master is a decent person, and I have no objections to him being our trader; it's great that you've befriended him," he continued.

Given the age difference between Li Zhuzi and Li Jin, he could speak to him in such a manner, as in ancient times, the Han people married at the age of fifteen and were considered adults at the age of twenty.

It was noon, and the sun was at its peak, making Li Jin feel somewhat lightheaded due to the heat. He held onto the wooden board under him with one hand and took a moment to regain his composure.

However, he couldn't shake off the fragments of broken memories that were plaguing his mind. Li Jin slightly closed his eyes, and a short-statured woman with thin limbs, whom he recognized as the original owner's mother, appeared in his mind.

In the newly acquired memory, the woman seemed to possess boundless energy, yet she still couldn't complete all the farm work.

Li Jin can still recall the image of the original owner as a thin and dark child aged around seven or eight years old in his mind.

During that time, the Li family had a large household, and Li Jin's father, grandfather, and grandmother all lived together in the same house. The family was allocated a considerable amount of fields, but none of the family members were willing to do any farm work.

The short woman, who was the only one willing to take on the task, had to grit her teeth to cultivate eight acres of land and water it afterwards.

Li Jin, who was still young at the time, used to stand on the ridge and take A Niang's empty bucket after she finished pouring water. After a while, he'd return with a full bucket of water. Although he was strong enough to carry the bucket, he lacked the skill to properly lift it, causing half of the water to spill out while he carried it to the field.

A Niang was amused by his efforts and touched his head, telling him to go play with his friends instead. However, Li Jin refused, saying "Aniang, don't tire yourself out."

At that young age, he had never been to school, and his expressions could only convey his own thoughts. If he were a little older, he would have said, "Let me help A-niang, so that she can rest."

Despite being exhausted, the short woman in his memory always smiled when she saw the original owner. Occasionally, the villagers would give her eggs, which she would secretly save for the original owner to eat.

At that time, the original owner would share the eggs with the woman, and the two would eat together. The woman would always smile and refuse to eat more, leaving it for the original owner to enjoy.

Li Jin opened his eyes and cleared his mind of any distractions. Every time he met Li Zhuzi, he would bring up the original owner's mother, saying things like "Your mother was a poor woman" and "Your mother entrusted me to take care of you."

Li Jin had no emotional attachment to the original owner's past. After all, he was just a wanderer, and he couldn't fully comprehend Li Zhuzi's words in just a few sentences.