Chapter 35 Essential Oil

The medicinal power of Yuanxi pills is still a little residual. Lin Daimo has been drowsy. Everything seems to wake up like a dream. In a trance, a soft and warm little hand came. He reached out and held it tightly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and finally fell asleep at ease.

When Lu Mengji woke up, he found that one of his hands was tightly held in the hands of the people around him, while he was close to him, and his two heads were almost together.

Such an ambiguous posture made Lu Mengji's face blush, and he was afraid of waking up Lin Daimo, and still closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Lin Daimo was still asleep, and the sound of even breathing hit Lu Mengjie's eardrums. The warm breath sometimes blew her hair and brushed her scalp, which was extremely seductive, like a pair of cat claws, scratching people's hearts.

After sleeping for a long time, Lu Mengji's arms were pressed sorely, but Lin Daimo had no sign of waking up, so he moved his body gently. Unexpectedly, the wooden bed was old and made a creaking sound as soon as he moved, which scared Lu Mengji so much that he dared not move again.

Fortunately, the other party was still sleeping like a dead pig, but the hand holding Lu Mengji was slightly loosened. After a while, he finally let go of his hand and turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

Lu Mengji rubbed his numb arm, and his hands were full of sweat, so he was ready to get up.

At the moment she stepped out, **'s symmetrical breathing suddenly stopped. Lin Daimo turned over and covered the hand he held by Lu Mengji on his chest. A heart was still beating manicly, and the indescribable feeling spread in his heart.

Obviously, when she was asleep, she could completely let go of her hand, but she felt the soft and jade-like soft pancreas. Instead, he held his hand more tightly. The warm finger touch was soft that he had never experienced before. Their heads were so close that they could almost feel each other's breathing. He breathed her frequency, and the world was suddenly extremely peaceful.

At this moment, time is stagnant and the years are quiet. He even hopes that he will flow so quietly all his life, and there will be no more so-called secular disputes. How nice it is...

But when she woke up, Lin Daimo was a little embarrassed and had to pretend to be asleep. Unexpectedly, she also pretended to be in a trough, and their arms were numb.

Lin Daimo wiped the sweat from the tension in his palm of his hand. This was the first time he held hands with a woman. Although there was a sneaky suspicion, after all, the other party was already his "positive" daughter-in-law. Why didn't it matter pulling his little hand? Thinking of these, Lin Daimo felt righteous, but he was still embarrassed to think of those gentle hands. His face turned red.

It has been three or four days since he left with the Lin family that day. Although Lin Daimo felt tired, he thought about those mushrooms and always left them in the care of Li Dazhuang alone. He was very uneasy. Seeing that it was not early, I got up in a hurry, but after touching it for a long time, I couldn't find my clothes.

And Lu Mengji is in the courtyard again. Unless he makes breakfast, I'm afraid he won't come to the room for a while. Lin Dai couldn't do it, so he had to get out of bed wearing thin clothes. The shoes were also nowhere to be found. He stepped on the ground barefoot and felt that the coolness rushed up along the soles of his feet, which made Lin Daimo excited by the cold.

It was hard to get to the door, but I heard the singing in the courtyard. The melody was very novel, and the sweet sound quality made Lin Dai stop and listen quietly.

"Good flowers are not often blooming, and good scenery is not often pleasant. Don't ask me where I come from, I'm spring breeze. Flowers can only be given to beautiful women, and true feelings can be given to their love, and it is also a sunny day..."

The song curled into his ears, Lin Daimo sniffed the spring breeze, and the song kept echoing in his mind. He was happily intoxicated and forgot the coolness under his feet.

"It's cold in the morning. What are you doing standing at the door so thinly? Be careful of catching a cold. I won't serve you like a servant." Lu Mengji didn't know when he came in front of him and pushed Lin Daimo back to **.

Lin Daimo did not refute for the first time. He sat down with a good temper** and let Lu Mengji cover his body. He has experienced so many times in the past few days, and now his birth has long been a floating cloud for him.

Even if he is a master or a subordinate, he is not the same as working hard to live. Moreover, he does not even live a free and easy life than Lu Mengjian. He takes care of himself without complaint, but he still despises Lu Mengjian's humble background. It's really shouldn't be!

"Oh, let's wear this one today," Lu Mengjian threw the navy blue shirt in his hand to the head of the bed and hid outside the room to avoid suspicion.

"How can I wear this hole? Isn't there a cyan one?" Lin Daimo was about to wear clothes when he found that the elbow had been worn out, and there were sparse lines between the holes, which were very eye-catching.

"Well, I haven't had time to wash that one yet. Why don't you wear it today and I'll make it up for you in the evening."

"You..." Lin Daimo saw Lu Mengjian dodge into the door and hurriedly swallowed the word "lazy woman" back into his stomach. He put his clothes on his body. As soon as he raised his hand, he could see the faint damage in his elbow. He had never worn old clothes before and looked at it.

"Well, you go to breakfast first. I'll try to make up this hole so that you don't think the price will drop." Lu Mengjian took over the clothes helplessly, pulled out the needle and thread left by Aunt Li that day, found a piece of cloth of similar color, and began to work.

Unfortunately, after living in modern life for more than 20 years, he was proficient in music and art, but his needle and thread skills were almost zero. Lu Mengji had to grope to nail the cloth to his sleeve. Either the needle and thread is knotted, or the sleeve tube is sewn together with the skirt. After the fingers are pricked several times, the cloth is barely twisted to the sleeve tube.

Lin Daimo took over the clothes and looked at them, and his face was almost crooked.

It's just that the ropes are wrinkled together and the seams are messy, but she actually sewed the cloth directly into the outside of the clothes, so that she can find the "unusual" patch of the clothes without paying attention.

And Lu Mengji still looked at him eagerly, looking forward to getting a compliment. Lin Daimo gritted his teeth, cried with a sad face, and still praised against his will, "It's good."

"Well, it's really good to sew it like this for the first time. Although it's a little ugly, there is still a lot of room for progress." Lu Mengjian deliberately couldn't see Lin Daimo's face and brazenly boasted. After hearing this, Lin Daimo's originally twisted face was even more unsightly.

"It's getting late. Go quickly. Remember to come back for lunch!" Lu Mengji did not wait for the other party's response and directly pushed Lin Daimo out of the door.

Lin Daimo touched the big cloth on his elbow, walked to the street corner with tears, hid in the corner, and pulled off the cloth with all his strength. However, the sewing was too strong, and the patch was not torn off. Instead, he pulled another big mouth on the sleeve.

In the early morning, Lu Mengji was as excited as drinking honey. He hummed a little song and cleaned up inside and outside, but he was still not satisfied. He was as energetic as chicken blood.

The seedlings in the flowerbed grew even more vigorously than she thought. They absorbed the rain and dew sunlight vigorously and walked up high. The grafted seedlings have also survived a lot. Lu Mengji is very happy to see it.

There are continuous withered yellow locust flowers on the locust trees, and there are continuous late blooming blooming one after another. The branches are endlessly color, and the ground is covered with fallen flower carpets.

"The moss marks are green on the upper level, and the grass color is green in the curtain." The simplicity of the small courtyard has a different demeanor in Lu Mengjian's eyes today. The more I look at it, the happier I feel.

Aunt Li missed Mr. Lin early in the morning and came to Lin's house. She found that Lu Mengjian blushed and stopped busy. She saw that her eyes were full of Chunbo with a smile. She probably understood the good things in the night, and she also squeezed her mouth and smiled secretly.

"Aunta, Zhong'er went to study medicine again. Why did you come here so early today?" Lu Mengjian held a rag in his hand and didn't know what he was doing at this moment. When he saw Aunt Li coming, he stopped.

"I heard from Uncle Seven that Zhong'er is still making progress these days, and he remembers the names of those herbs just once. Hey, if this child doesn't study hard, he will live up to Uncle Qi's heart," Aunt Li said of her boy, and couldn't even help smiling at the corners of her eyes.

"I didn't expect Zhonger to be so self-motivated, and there might be another Li Shizhen in the Li family in the future!" Lu Mengjian joked with a smile. Although Aunt Li didn't know who Li Shizhen was, she also knew that it was a good word. Naturally, she still waved her hand modestly. "Mengjian, don't say that. This child can be favored by Uncle Seven and will not deal with dirt every day like me and his father in the future. We already know that It's enough."

Lu Mengjian did not say anything. He thought to himself that no parent in the world did not want his child to become a dragon. The little child under great pressure shouldered a heavy burden early, and it was not easy to be like Aunt Li.

"I almost forgot the business. When Zhong'er's father mentioned Mr. Lin last night, he felt something wrong, saying that he was in the field not far from us when he saw him. At that time, he was so weak that he could hardly stand up." Aunt Li repeated Li Dazhuang's words with a little doubt and couldn't help frowning, "Meng Jian, didn't you say that Mr. Lin had gone home at that time, but why did he run to that cropland..."

"I'm also feeling that something is wrong, but when I saw that he was in poor spirits yesterday, I didn't ask. Today, he happened to go out again and has never had a chance to ask what's going on. Why don't I ask when he comes back?"

Seeing Lu Mengjian's answer like this, Aunt Li couldn't continue to ask questions. She turned her head and saw the black pile made of several pots, so she changed the topic and said, "The fragrance refined with this thing that day was really good. Even Zhong'er couldn't help smelling my hand and smelling it!"

"That's right, if pure essential oil can really be extracted, it's much more fragrant than that time, but it's a pity that the equipment is really bad..." Lu Mengjian listened to Aunt Li's words and couldn't help blurting out for a moment, but Aunt Li heard it in the clouds.

"Dreampaper, what is essential oil?" Aunt Li is so old that she has naturally heard a lot about rouge gouache, but she has never heard of essential oils in spices.

Looking at Aunt Li's doubtful expression, Lu Mengjian realized that she was excited and lost her words for a moment and quickly explained, "Esoil oil is the layer of oil floating on the water. Generally, fragrant flowers and leaves can be extracted from the aromatic substances contained in it. That day, we used distillation to extract aromatic ingredients from locust flowers, but we didn't expect to extract some. However, under the current conditions, it is indeed difficult to separate essential oil from water, and the essential oil is very volatile, and it will quickly evaporate in contact with air..."