This rabbit looked quite fat, but with so many people, there wasn't much left after dividing it up. Lu Yao only ate one front leg, and the rest went to the children.
After eating, the children played in the courtyard, engaging in a game of eagle catching chickens, which remained a favorite among kids even a thousand years later.
Lu Yao leaned against Zhao Beichuan, looking up at the moon. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and the moon was becoming increasingly round, like a jade plate.
At this moment, he truly understood Li Bai's "Thoughts on a Tranquil Night": "Lifting my head, I gaze at the bright moon; bowing my head, I think of home." He felt a bit homesick... not for Lujia Village, but for his home from his past life.
In his previous life, every year around the Mid-Autumn Festival, he had to take leave early to return home. His parents were old and traditional, believing that the Mid-Autumn Festival was as important as the Spring Festival, a time for family reunion.
Without considering how difficult it was to take leave from a large company, he also had to travel several hours by high-speed train and then switch to a bus. By the time he got home, he could only stay for a day before rushing back.
Back then, Lu Yao didn't understand his parents' sentiments, thinking it too troublesome to go home for the festival. Now, reflecting on it, those were sweet burdens. Now, he couldn't go back even if he wanted to.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Beichuan noticed Lu Yao seemed a bit down.
"Nothing, just a little hungry."
Zhao Beichuan laughed. "Next time, I'll catch a bigger one and won't invite so many people."
"I'll save the rabbit skins and make you a fur vest to keep you warm when you go chopping wood in the mountains."
"Dried rabbit skins are very hard and don't fit well."
Lu Yao: "That's because you don't know how to prepare them. You need to tan the skin first before making clothes." He remembered watching videos about ancient tanning methods in his past life and thought it would be a good opportunity to try it out.
Zhao Beichuan was taken aback, running his hand through Lu Yao's hair. "Lu Yao, why are you so clever?"
Lu Yao's face turned red, his heart racing uncontrollably. He reached out and grabbed Zhao Beichuan's hand. This time, Zhao Beichuan didn't pull away or resist, instead holding Lu Yao's small hand tightly. They quietly watched the children playing.
*
It was a bit cloudy today, and the wind blew leaves all over the courtyard.
Zhao Beichuan woke up early, sweeping the courtyard clean, feeding the mule, and tying up his pants, preparing to go chop wood in the mountains after breakfast.
Lu Yao was cooking in the kitchen, boiling vegetable porridge and steaming a few gray flour buns.
"Xiaonian, Xiaodou, it's time to eat!"
The two children quickly put on their shoes and came outside. "Sister-in-law, what did you cook?"
"There's nothing special. Go wash your faces and hands."
They had been spoiled these past few days, always craving meat.
Zhao Beichuan washed his hands and came in to eat. The four of them gathered around the stove, each having a large bowl of vegetable porridge. Lu Yao packed the remaining buns for Zhao Beichuan to eat at noon in the mountains.
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