After a while of untied his hair and a red shirt, Lin Qiao was confused, but she pretended to know everything, "Okay."

The two of them talked for a while. Seeing that it was getting late and she was going to cook lunch, she went back to the Wang family.

After another quarter or two, Song Qinshi and Song Rong came back with the vegetable basket on their backs. Song Qinshi gasped slightly, then took out an egg from the vegetable basket and whispered: "I don't know whose chicken has laid eggs in the vegetable field. I'll be frying later to eat."

It’s not that they are not kind, nor do they know whose chickens are from. They are always placed near their vegetable fields. Most of the vegetables were pecked the previous few times.

Lin Qiao nodded with a smile, "Does the chicken eat vegetables?"

"Oh, I'm so angry after eating." Song Qinshi was a little angry.

Whose family’s vegetables are not grown with great effort and people don’t eat enough, so why can’t the chicken be ruined?

Recently, her legs are inconvenient, so Lin Qiao didn't pay much attention to the chicken eating. Now it seems that the chicken is "involved" at their house. She thought for a while, "When my uncle rests, cut some pillars and surround the vegetable field."

If the food was not what her family wanted to eat, she would ask Song Tingfan to sprinkle some rat poison.

Song Rong has been in good health recently, so he nodded, "I'll go and chop bamboos in the afternoon."

Lin Qiao thought that cutting bamboo was not a heavy job, so she didn't say anything. Then she said, "Grandma, my uncle is about to celebrate his birthday. I went busy a few days ago and forgot. I don't know if the red garment can be done well."

Not to mention her, Song Qinshi and Song Rong both forgot about this. Song Qinshi patted her head, "Yes, Niu Niu's 9th day of the second month is thirteenth. Today is the fifth day of the lunar month, and there are four days left. It should be too late. Let your grandpa go to the town to pull some red cloth later."

It turned out to be the ninth day of the second month. Lin Qiao remembered it in her heart, "No need to buy it. The brother and the others gave me half a piece of red cloth and could make a garment."

Song Qinshi knew that the red cloth of Lin family Song was fine linen, so it was much more comfortable to wear clothes. "That was your elder brother who asked you to make clothes, so you can keep them yourself."

"My grandma, are we a family? How do we divide you and me?" Lin Qiao pursed her lips slightly and said angrily.

"No, my grandma doesn't mean that, I just want you to keep it for clothes." Song Qinshi quickly explained.

Lin Qiao smiled and said, "I don't mean that, then use that piece of red cloth."

Song Qinshi wanted to say something, and Song Rong next to her spoke, "Just do what Qiaoer said."

Upon hearing this, Song Qinshi didn't say anything. After a while, the two of them went to the kitchen. Song Rong buried his head in the fire, "I will make up for Qiaoer in a few days."

Song Qin nodded and whispered: "I think so too, I can't always let Qiaoer suffer."

"She has already suffered too much."

Song Rong didn't say anything, obviously agreeing with her statement. At this time, a sound came from outside, "Sister-in-law."

Song Qin subconsciously glanced outside and couldn't help but smile and said, "Niu Niu is back."

"Niu Niu always calls his sister-in-law when he comes home."

"Qiao'er is nice to him." Song Rong said seriously.

Hall

Song Tingfan put down the cloth bag, took out a piece of crispy cake from his arms, and said happily: "Sister-in-law, I'll give it to you."

"I bought it at the entrance of the village again?" Lin Qiao wiped her hands and reached out to take it.

These days, he is like coaxing children, buying some snacks every now and then.

Song Tingfan nodded, "Fan Amiya got into a new snack, she said this crispy cake was delicious."

Lin Qiao glanced at him, then divided the pancake into four portions and handed him a small piece.

Song Tingfan waved his hand and lied, "I ate it on the road, I bought my grandparents and the others." Then he took out two more pancakes for her to show.

Lin Qiao knew in her heart that he was lying, so she blinked, "What does it taste like?"

Song Tingfan had never eaten it before. He didn't know what the taste was, and he stuttered: "Sweet...sweet."

Lin Qiao said "Oh" and twisted a small piece to eat. She frowned slightly, "Uncle, it's salty, you can taste it."

How could the little white rabbit be more sensible than the old fox? I believed it at that time.

The crispy cakes that Fan Ami said were sweet.

He took it and put it in his mouth. The sweetness in his mouth was stunned for a moment and said foolishly: "Sister-in-law, it's sweet."

The woman's laughter sounded, and Lin Qiao bent over, "It's sweet, I said it wrong just now."

Seeing this, Song Tingfan knew that his sister-in-law was teasing him for eating crispy cakes, and said shyly: "Sister-in-law, you teased me again."

"Who told my uncle not to eat it, and he said he had eaten it on the road." Lin Qiao twisted another piece into her mouth and said, "The crispy cake is better than rice cakes, so I will make it to eat it in Ming."

"Sister-in-law, you can do it?" Song Tingfan's eyes lit up slightly.

"It should be done. Then I will try it. If it is delicious, we will sell it in the town." Lin Qiao planned to make some food and go to the town to sell it.

The town has only a little bit easier to do in terms of food.

Song Tingfan nodded, "Okay, many people must have bought the pastry made by my sister-in-law."

My sister-in-law's food is the best.

"Sister-in-law, I'm going to cook. The master has assigned the homework just now and will hand it over in the afternoon."

"Okay." Lin Qiao nodded.

...

In the afternoon, Song Tingfan went to school. Lin Qiao limped into Song Tingfan's house, turned over a piece of clothing, and then cut it in the main hall with Song Qinshi.

Originally, one thing was enough, but Lin Qiao wanted to withdraw her affection for the villain, so she made one thing with Song Qin's family, and half a piece of cloth was just enough.

Song Qinshi's needlework was good, but her eyes were probably a little cloudy and her movements were a little slower. She saw that Lin Qiao was already sewing another sleeve, "Qiao'er's needlework grew a little."

"I learned from Ah Mi." Lin Qiao's job was not stopped.

Song Qinshi smiled and praised: "Qiao'er is still talented."

The two sat there for an afternoon. Before dusk, Song Qin returned with bamboo. He said, "The chicken belongs to the Li family. The old wife of the Li family is looking for eggs everywhere. She is clamoring at the entrance of the village."

"I just said who can do such an immoral thing? It turned out to be the Li family." Song Qinshi said angrily.

Then he was a little worried, "Will she know that we gave her food?"

Lin Qiao comforted her: "The egg has no name written, so I don't know it. Even if I know it, I'm not afraid. After eating so many dishes at home, the Li family should pay us money."

"The Li family is dead." Song Qinshi said with a headache.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a quarrel outside, "Niu Er, did you steal my egg? You'll return it to me!"

"Steal your mother and sell it. Don't speak casually, you old lady. Just the eggs you lay on your chickens, I'm afraid you'll eat them!" The man scolded.

Lin Qiao, Song Rong and Song Qin looked at each other, then stood at the gate of the yard and watched. Old Woman Li was holding Niu Er and refused to let go. Niu Er had a bad temper and shook her away, "What are you crazy woman doing to catch me? Don't blame me for being rude to you."

"I can't even afford to throw an egg. No wonder I have to sell someone. I want me to say, I'll kill your whole family's eggs."
Chapter completed!