That night, it started raining and drizzling.

Lin Qiao woke up by the cold, got up in the dark and wanted to close the window. At this time, a slight "squeak" sounded.

She was excited and asked subconsciously: "Uncle?"

"Sister-in-law, it's me. I'm watching it raining, so I'll close the windows and doors." The boy had a hoarse voice.

Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, "Did you be cold, uncle? I'll bring you cotton wool."

Song Tingfan outside the door shook his head, "Sister-in-law, I'm not cold."

He paused, "Sister-in-law, you cover it."

"Okay, go back to bed quickly, what's the matter? "If you want to call me sister-in-law?" After waiting for a while, there was no sound outside the yard. Lin Qiao lay down again and fell asleep soon.

The next day, the weather was clear, and the wet ground last night was dry again, emitting heat.

Lin Qiao was thinking about embroidering square plaques at home. At the beginning, one or two were not good, but later she could read them as she became skillful.

Song Tingfan was not idle and took a hoe to reclaim the wasteland behind him.

Although there are many weeds in the wasteland in the back house, there are few stones and can be planted in a large area.

For four or five days, both of them were like this. The villagers were still curious about why Lin Qiao hadn't come out to make trouble recently.

The woman by the river was bored and talked about gossip, "Hey, haven't you seen Widow Song recently?"

"I also want to say that I haven't seen her for many days. I used to come out to wander every day, but it's so strange these days."

"It's okay if I don't come out, but my devil can't see it."

"Do you think it's Zhang Dong's engagement?"

"Yeah, 80% of that, but to be honest, I am a little girl from the Xu family who can't catch up with Widow Lin like that."

"It's useless, it's a widow."

At this time, Lin Qiao, who was a widow, finished making the last bit of fabric. She counted it and found that there were eight square papers in total, which totaled sixty-four texts.

Alas, even supporting roles are not that poor.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and she looked up and saw a young man in a civilian, with his sleeves rolled up high, revealing his small but powerful arms.

His eyes moved down and landed on his cloth shoes, half of his dirty big toes exposed.

At the same time, Song Tingfan put down his hoe and shouted happily, "Sister-in-law."

Lin Qiao is used to his sister-in-law who says one left and one right, like a child who has not "weaned".

"Uncle, take off my shoes and I'll make up for it."

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan lowered his head and saw his dirty big toe, and immediately shrank crampedly, "Sister-in-law, no need, I'll sew myself tonight."

Lin Qiao waved to him to come over, "Young uncle, take it off, it's just right now."

"No."

Song Tingfan shook his head and quickly explained embarrassedly: "Sister-in-law, my feet are stinky."

"Where is no odor when you work," Lin Qiao said without any worries.

In fact, she found that Song Tingfan likes to be clean these days, and she changes her clothes every day and washes them after changing them.

And his house is always neat.

Song Tingfan couldn't refuse, so he had to take off his shoes. It didn't smell very bad, but it was just a little sweaty.

I originally thought my sister-in-law would be a little disgusted, but she didn't. After taking the shoes, she started cutting and sewing them.

He felt less nervous, and then said what he encountered when he dug wasteland today, "Sister-in-law, I dug five wild radishes today, more than one pound, and I also dug a few medicinal plants."

Lin Qiao glanced at Luanzi and thought for a moment, "Uncle, please buy a big bone with the money."

The big bone here is worth no money, you can buy a big one for both of them.

Then she said, "The money is in the box under the bed."

Song Tingfan didn't move, and asked a little timidly, "Sister-in-law, I'll get it?"

"Well, go get it, get two more pennies, you can buy malt sugar." Lin Qiaoguang glanced at him, thinking that the villain should have a good impression of her sister-in-law now.

Song Tingfan hesitated for a moment before entering her room. His eyes were clean and simple. He inserted a few wild chrysanthemums into clay pots in the windowsill, and the wild chrysanthemums were a little sad.

His eyes turned away, and suddenly his face was stunned, then his face turned red, and he pulled a rope on the inner wall and hanged two bellybands.

Red, white.

Soon he reacted, hurriedly lowered his head, quickly took two coins under the bed, and then ran out.

He stuttered to his sister-in-law in the main hall, "Sister-in-law, I've taken two pennies, I'll go buy meat." After that, he ran out.

Lin Qiao didn't think much about it. She didn't take her bellyband seriously at all, because it had more bellybands than her suspender fabric.

As soon as the cloth shoes were repaired, Song Tingfan came back with his big bones and a few large intestines.

When the boy saw that she was obviously unnatural, he quickly lowered his head and hurriedly concealed, "Sister-in-law, Grandpa Wu gave him a few large intestines."

Most people in this village are very nice to Song Tingfan and have no bad intentions.

But one thing is that the mouth is really broken.

Lin Qiao nodded, "Uncle, the shoes are repaired." She said, and got up and moved her neck, then took the things back to the room.

Song Tingfan took a nervous look, afraid that his sister-in-law would find her bellyband hanging in the room, and not long after, her sister-in-law would come out.

He paniced and picked up the wooden bucket to wash his large intestine.

Lin Qiao finally noticed his weirdness and walked over to find that his forehead was sweating and his face was very red.

"Uncle, have you had heatstroke?"

"No...No." Song Tingfan was a little unnatural.

"Why is the face so red?"

“It’s heatstroke.”

Seeing that he was incoherent, Lin Qiao's eyes turned and she leaned closer and said, "Uncle, you might not have done anything wrong, right?"

Song Tingfan was called to the point and became even more panicked, "No, no."

Seeing that he was almost unable to stand, Lin Qiao couldn't help laughing, "Sister-in-law is teasing you. I know my uncle won't do anything bad. At most, I'll talk to someone's girl secretly."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Song Tingfan breathed a sigh of relief. After the second half, he waved his hand in a hurry, "Sister-in-law, I didn't, I didn't talk to others, I just..."

Lin Qiao laughed and laughed. Why is the villain so simple? She reached out and touched his head, "Sister-in-law is teasing you, but if there is really, remember to bring it to her."

"Sister-in-law is cooking."

Song Tingfan wanted to explain but didn't know how to explain, so he blushed while still.

After dinner, Song Tingfan continued to reclaim wasteland, and Lin Qiao followed him with him without any trouble.

I worked all afternoon, and a large piece of land had been reclaimed in the past few days, which was enough to grow vegetables.

At this moment, some wind blew, Lin Qiao became a little cooler. Looking at the bamboo forest not far away, she casually said, "Uncle, are bamboo shoots growing in the bamboo forest?"

"It's long. It rained a few days ago, so I probably got a lot of it." Song Tingfan wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at the woman's skin next to her. She had a thin blush.

Lin Qiao doesn't want to let go of anything that can be eaten now. She cooked all the wild vegetables that Song Tingfan picked these days and put them in the yard to dry.

Stock up food for the cold winter.

"Uncle, let's go and have a look. If there is one, dig it back and eat it."

Song Tingfan nodded obediently, and the two of them headed towards the bamboo forest. Someone was digging the bamboo forest and digging a lot.

Lin Qiao saw two finger-sized bamboo shoots were dug up, "..."

No need to look for it, there will definitely be nothing.

"Brother Tingfan." The twelve-year-old girl stood not far away and looked at Song Tingfan happily.

Lin Qiao raised her eyebrows, and she really hit it.

Song Tingfan, who looked obedient in front of his sister-in-law, had his handsome little face tensed, "Yes."

Lin Qiao glanced at him, then smiled and said, "Uncle, you play with her, sister-in-law will go back to cook first."

Tighten the red line for the villain.

"Sister-in-law, I'll go back with you." Song Tingfan subconsciously leaned against her.

"Brother Tingfan, please play with me. I have dug a lot of bamboo shoots and I will divide you two big ones later." Ma Xihong waved.

Song Tingfan stepped back in resistance, "I'm going home to work." After that, he turned around and almost left.

Lin Qiao: "..."

This villain is not good.

Really not possible.
Chapter completed!