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

Chapter 105

However, since Chen Yiding was here, he was a ready source of free labor.

The old man, no longer polite, instructed him to move all the stones from the first box to the edge of the pool.

As for the rest of the work, Pang Lao didn't let him interfere. He watched the old man squat down by the pool, using his hands to measure dimensions, making markings at every foot.

Chen Yiding had moved the stones earlier. Although they appeared to have many holes on the surface, like a hollow core, they were actually solid and heavy when touched. Chen Yiding had to use his arms to embrace and employ his chest for leverage when moving multiple pieces at once.

The old man, despite his age, bent his fingers and effortlessly clamped a stone using just the power of his fingertips. Then, following the markings he had measured, he slid the stones down one by one.

Chen Yiding initially thought the old man was playing a prank, but now, seeing him work like this, it seemed... these stones were indeed useful.

However, time was running late, and Chen Yiding had to leave quickly. He couldn't afford to be late for the afternoon poetry meeting.

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Li Jin practiced his calligraphy and reading as usual that afternoon until the moon hung high. He held Xiao Fulang in his arms and finally shared the story about Old Pang.

"Wenwen, this is a good opportunity. I'll do my best to pursue it. Even if I can't become Pang's disciple, I want to receive his guidance," Li Jin said.

Qin Muwen felt genuinely happy for A Jin. The dim yellowish light of the oil lamp highlighted the cinnabar mole on his brow, making it even more enchanting.

Qin Muwen replied, "A Jin, you're absolutely right. You've got my full support."

Li Jin gently raised his upper body, planting a tender kiss with a slightly hoarse voice, "Have you taken a bath?"

Qin Muwen softly murmured, "Um." His hands had already relaxed, allowing the ink-black hair to spread out, ready for Li Jin to pick it up.

Afterward, with Li Jin holding him in his arms, he noticed that Xiao Fulang's waist had tensed, as if preparing.

Li Jin was both delighted and helpless at his demeanor, extending an arm to embrace him and urging relaxation, "In matters like these, it's best to let nature take its course."

Qin Muwen obediently followed his lead, lowering his waist. He whispered, "This way, it might be even more challenging to conceive."

Li Jin, now having remembered almost everything about the original owner, including his interactions with the teenager, said, "When you were pregnant with Little Bun, didn't we just go with the flow?"

Moreover, among all the gers in the village, he was the first to have a child.

Qin Muwen, hearing this, thought of Little Bun and his eyes softened. "Yes, Xiao An even said I was quite fortunate. Although you were a bit unruly back then, I'm still your only husband, much better than being someone else's concubine."

Li Jin's hearing of this caused him to wrap his arm around Qin Muwen more tightly, and their lips and teeth continued to intertwine.

Qin Muwen felt a mixture of ticklishness and shyness, whispering softly, "A Jin, like this..."

Li Jin asked with seriousness, "Hm?"

Closing his eyes, Qin Muwen inquired, "Like this... what are we doing?"

Li Jin responded earnestly, "Wenwen is fortunate, so I'm absorbing his fortune."

Qin Muwen replied with a half-teasing, half-serious tone, "Almost believed in that twisted logic."