Waving to the girl, Lin Qiao followed Song Tingfan and waited a little further. She coughed, "Uncle, why don't you play?"

The girl just now looked pretty, with big eyes and a flattering round face.

Song Tingfan shook his head without thinking and whispered: "I don't like playing with them."

"Why?" Lin Qiao continued to ask.

Song Tingfan lowered his head and didn't say anything. Lin Qiao probably guessed that he was bullying him.

She felt that he was a little pitiful, and raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Uncle, my sister-in-law will play with you in the future."

Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, and quickly raised his eyes, his bright black eyes were filled with joy, "Okay."

Probably because he had been with Lin Qiao these days, he had less "precautions" before. He said again: "Sister-in-law, there is a bamboo forest behind him. I will go to see the hunting cave the day after tomorrow and take a look."

"Sister-in-law, do you like to eat bamboo shoots?"

"It's okay." Lin Qiao looked at the handsome face of the young man, and felt a little closer.

It is hard not to like villains at this time, be sensible, independent, and value love.

Song Tingfan had plans in his mind. He nodded and suddenly saw a few wild chrysanthemums not far away. He strode over and broke a few branches.

Then he walked back and handed it to his sister-in-law unnaturally, probably because he was afraid that she would not want it. He was a little nervous, "Sister-in-law, do you want it?"

Lin Qiao naturally would not do anything to disappoint the villain. She reached out to take the wild chrysanthemum and praised without hesitation: "The wild chrysanthemums picked by my uncle are much larger than those picked by me, so I am still capable of it."

Song Tingfan, who was praised for being "competent", bent his eyes, "Sister-in-law is more capable than me."

When he got home, Lin Qiao went into the kitchen to cook, and Song Tingfan collected the dried medicinal materials in the yard. After packing them, he simply and clearly put them in a dustpan to dry.

At this time, a sound came from the kitchen, "Uncle, please bring some firewood in, there is no firewood."

"good."

Song Tingfan immediately put down his work and went to the shed at the foot of the yard to bring firewood in. After putting it down, he glanced at his sister-in-law who was cleaning rice.

Then he sat at the door of the stove and burned the fire.

The soybean stems made crackling sounds, and from time to time, some small fire splashed out.

The kitchen was a little quiet for a moment.

Suddenly, a man's teasing came from outside the yard, "Wife Lin, are you at home? Let's sit down."

This happened often before.

Lin Qiao ignored them after hearing this, and Song Tingfan tightly held the tongs.

The man outside the courtyard shouted again: "Widow Lin, what's wrong? You don't make a sound? What are you doing with your uncle?"

"Come out and have fun with me."

After saying that, several laughters rang out, obviously not him alone.

Song Tingfan's face turned red with anger and said angrily: "Get out, get away."

"Hahahaha, Tingfan, let's take care of your sister-in-law." The man outside the yard was not afraid of him at all.

These men are famous people in the village. They often shout at the door of widows in the village, and sometimes even the married women's homes.

But nothing was done, so the village chief could only scold him.

Lin Qiao walked out with a kitchen knife, reached out and patted Song Tingfan, "Uncle, don't be afraid."

Then she opened the door, tilted her head and smiled, "Come in."

"But my door is not easy to get out, I need to lie down and come out."

Before the darkness was over, the men saw the kitchen knife in her hand and were stunned for a moment.

In the past, this Widow Song didn't dare to respond.

The tallest Niu Er said "Yo", "I'm not afraid of death, there is a saying that goes,... I'm a romantic person even if I'm a ghost."

He smirked and said, "Maybe Widow Song asked me to do it once, and I would ask me to do it."

As soon as the words were finished, everyone else laughed "haha".

Song Tingfan didn't even want to protect Lin Qiao, he said fiercely: "Get out of here."

If an ordinary woman had been shy, Lin Qiao would not have it. She disliked her and said, "Please? Please be short?"

It became quiet for a moment.

Several men who talked so hard were stunned. Song Tingfan, who had not experienced personnel and had not yet understood the meaning of it.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Qiao said, "Or please be vain?"

When did you see the woman saying these words blatantly, Niu Er and others were even more stunned: "..."

Damn, what is this woman saying?

After a while, they left in shame.

Lin Qiao raised her eyebrows, then patted Song Tingfan on the shoulder, "Uncle, close the door." As she said that, she carried the kitchen knife into the kitchen.

Song Tingfan at the door realized it and his face turned red.

Later, whenever Lin Qiao thought of this, she wanted to slap herself twice.

She took the villain aside.

Someone always asks her in her original words.

...

The next day, before dawn, Song Tingfan and Lin Qiao went to the town to go to the market to sell their parcels and medicinal materials. It was probably the day when they went to the market. There were many people on the road, and three or five people were talking and laughing and leaving.

I arrived at the entrance of the town at noon, and the weather was getting hot now.

The businessman didn't pay the money in the morning, so the two of them were resting in the shed at the entrance of the town. There was no stool anymore. Lin Qiao was tired of walking and had to squat.

Song Tingfan stood beside her.

The beautiful and pretty widow attracted the attention of other men in the shed and looked at her from time to time.

"Widow Lin, come here to sit here." A man in his thirties and forties patted his thighs without hesitation.

Suddenly, everyone in the shed laughed.

Song Tingfan's face changed, and he clenched his fists. Lin Qiao was too lazy to see these people. When she saw Song Tingfan's hand, she quickly reached out and pulled, "Uncle, it's okay."

Don't show up violent elements.

Song Tingfan looked at the hand holding, his anger subsided, and then he was embarrassed, but he still stood in front of her to block those malicious gazes.

When those people saw Lin Qiao ignore them, they became even more excited, "Oh, Widow Lin can't help it in public?"

"Your uncle is still young and can't satisfy you, let's do it."

A mouthful of swear words.

Song Tingfan was both ashamed and angry, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense."

Lin Qiao stood up and looked at him with beautiful eyes slightly raised, "Go home and tell your niece, your niece can satisfy you."

The men didn't expect her to say this, and they all came to an instant.

Lin Qiao said in her heart that she had never eaten meat, but she had seen a pig run away.

Are you still afraid of you feudal locals?

Suddenly, Yu Guang met Song Tingfan's pure and clean eyes, and she "coughed" for a moment, forgetting that she was still a "mom".

Hmm, see what she taught.

Thinking of this, she covered up and coughed, "Uncle, let's go."

Song Tingfan nodded in confusion.

The two went to the pharmacy shop first, and the medicinal materials were sold for 26 cents. When they left, the shopkeeper gave them a piece of dough made by their own home and enthusiastically asked them to get it here for sale next time.

However, the cloth shop is very immoral.

The owner of the cloth shop looked at her square parcel and gave her four cents less for various reasons.

Lin Qiao held back her temper and was now the only source of income. She thanked her: "Thank you, my boss."

When the owner of the cloth shop heard her say this, his expression did not change much, but he thought in his heart that the widow had a good temper. "Next time, it is possible to embroider well, fifteen pennies per piece."

"Okay, I'll go back and think about it more." Lin Qiaoke said, then looked at the men's cloth shoes at the counter, and then looked at Song Tingfan's shoes that were a little old.

Maybe it's because I've been older in the past two years, my shoes are a little smaller, and my toes are obviously protruding.

She gritted her teeth, turned her head and said gently: "Uncle, please pick a pair of shoes."
Chapter completed!