Lin Qiao naturally saw him pinch the corner of her clothes. She now understood the villain's two "hobbies", stuttered when she lied, and was nervous and pinched the corner of her clothes.

If you are an actor, you will definitely not be qualified.

Kill, it’s like she lies and doesn’t blush, her emotions change with the plot. It can be said that she is Widow Song herself.

She is professional.

She softened her voice, "Okay, sister-in-law will be back soon."

After she gave a few more instructions, she left the yard and went to the cloth shop.

It's market day, and the crowds are coming and going, and Lin Qiao is rubbed by several backpacks.

The business of the cloth shop is very good now, and the owner of the cloth shop is too busy, so she didn't go in. She waited outside for a while and only went in when she saw the guests left.

She said politely: "Boss."

The boss took a few sips of water, probably because his business was good, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth, "It's done in just a few days? You embroidered it quite quickly."

Lin Qiao smiled and shook her head, explaining: "Fonpa hasn't finished yet, I want to show the pattern for the boss."

As he said that, he handed her the things in the basket and said, "I have been thinking about it for several days, and I have changed it again and again. Can the owner see if it is feasible?"

The owner took it and took a look. The two birds stood on the tree, which looked pretty good, both embroidered clothes and shoes.

She looked up at the widow in front of her and was a little unbelievable. She was a village widow who couldn't read a big word. How could she paint?

"You drew it?"

"Well, I have liked to draw with branches since I was a child, and I will draw a little over time." Lin Qiao lied casually.

She was not afraid of being exposed. The owner of the cloth shop would not ask. Even if she asked, what would happen? The villagers didn't know that, at most they were surprised that she could draw, cough, or thought she was possessed by evil spirits.

But I definitely don't know that she is not the original body.

The boss didn't ask anymore, his eyes turned back to the picture, "What kind of bird is this?"

What bird?

Lin Qiao was thinking about the bird that she really wanted to say what kind of bird it was, but her mind was very fast, "This is auspicious bird, and auspicious birds rewarded double happiness."

The boss has never heard of any auspicious birds, but it sounds auspicious, "It's not OK to be auspicious."

She is also a smart old man, pretending to be unwilling to buy it, "the drawings are just the same."

Lin Qiao raised her eyebrows secretly, wanting to lower the price?

Show her acting skills?

She lowered her head and said disappointedly: "Then it won't delay the boss."

Seeing her like this, the boss showed off his face, and then looked generous and pitiful, "Look at you, I bought you fifty cents."

Lin Qiao shook her head, reached out to take the drawings, folded them in front of her and put them in her sleeve.

She explained helplessly, "The boss should know that I am a village woman. It takes a lot of time to draw such things. I can't even save my uncle's study fee."

She paused for a moment, and a little apologized tone, "I'd better sell it to the village aunt. Yesterday, the aunt said to give me two hundred quotas, and she took it to make wedding dresses for her daughter. I didn't sell it. I thought that if I promised the boss, I would not break my trust."

"But...ah...ah, the boss is really sorry. It's not that he doesn't sell it, but that's because his family is about to lose money..."

Her heart price is 150 pm.

The boss didn't expect her to lie, so he looked at her shabby clothes, waved his hand, and raised the price and said, "Forget it, one hundred cents."

"Boss, I..."

The young widow said as she lowered her head, as if life was very difficult.

The boss gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred and fifty cents, forget it if you don't sell it."

Lin Qiao hesitated for a moment, then took out the drawings from her arms and said sincerely: "The boss takes good care of me on weekdays, so I sold it."

After getting the money, I also gave my boss a "favor."

The boss felt something was wrong, but when he looked at Widow Song's sincere eyes, he felt that nothing was wrong.

She took out two strings of copper coins, and one of them was divided into half, and finally handed them to Lin Qiao, "I'll take them next time. It's the same price. Let's make it first. Only when you draw it well will it be the price. If you don't draw well, you won't charge it."

Lin Qiao nodded, put away the copper coins, thought of something, and swept the hanging clothes, "Boss, how much is a piece of clothes?"

The boss glanced at her and made a quote casually, "It's one hundred and fifty cents apart, two hundred and fifty cents apart, and three hundred and fifty cents apart."

Lin Qiao calculated the money in her hand and finally became cruel, "The boss is 140 yuan apart. If you can, help me get a set of men's clothing. My uncle is taller than me."

The villain's clothes are small, and his wrists and ankles are exposed. Although it is not cold, it is definitely not comfortable to wear.

And the threads of the clothes fell everywhere.

She, a "mother", can't stand it anymore.

There are very few people who buy ready-made clothes. Basically, they pull cloth and go home to make clothes. They can save half of the money. The boss is a little surprised. The boss glanced at her in surprise, "I can't tell that you are okay with your uncle!"

Lin Qiaoxin thought that you would be the Widow Song, it would be hard to try it. She lacks arms and legs in her later years, so she can’t die.

The owner took a ruler to measure her height, estimated the size, turned around and took three colors inside, "Look, which color do you want?"

Lin Qiao chose a blue-green top and her pants were dark gray. She paid the money and put down her clothes before she left the cloth shop.

There was not much rice at home, so I went to buy another ten kilograms of rice.

...

I saw the boy standing by the door from afar, looking at the left and right sides from time to time. If it weren't for the handsome eyebrows and cough, it would be like a thief.

Lin Qiao couldn't help laughing, so she said that appearance is justice.

Suddenly the two of them met their eyes, and the boy rushed over with joy, "Sister-in-law."

He reached out and took the things in her hand, looked at it again, and fell on the sweat beads on her forehead, and said with a heartache: "Sister-in-law, you're sweating."

It would be strange if you didn't sweat when you were carrying more than a dozen kilograms of things on a hot day. Lin Qiao shook her hand gently and said with a gentle smile: "Uncle, it's okay, why don't you wait in the house? It's so hot outside." As she said that, she raised her hand and touched his ears.

When his fingers touched his ears, he felt itchy. Song Tingfan shrank unnaturally, and his ears soon turned red, "No... hot."

Lin Qiao didn't see his ears red, and her eyes fell on her red cheeks, "The face is red, isn't it hot yet?"

"Did your uncle still learn to cheat on your sister-in-law?"

"No, sister-in-law, I... I'm not hot when my sister-in-law is not hot." Song Tingfan said timidly.

Lin Qiao raised her hand and touched him, teasing: "Sister-in-law is still a big ice cube, which can reduce heat to my uncle."

She naturally believed that the villain was just a child's dependence on adults.

When Song Qinshi and Song Rong saw her coming back, their anxiety on their faces decreased significantly. Song Qinshi quickly brought her a bowl of water, "Are you thirsty?"

"Thank you, my uncle."

Lin Qiao was really thirsty. After drinking, she drank a bowl. Song Tingfan next to her clumsyly fanned her with a palm-leaf fan, making her hair flutter.

She raised her hand and Buick's ears, "Uncle, no need."

The boy was still stubbornly fanning her, revealing the truth in his eyes.

Bright and swaying.

Lin Qiao felt guilty again, she lied to others for "feelings".

No, she can't think so.

She was kind to him from the heart.

Well, that's it.

She silently recited it several times in her heart: It comes from the heart.

She withdrew her gaze, "Uncle, have you eaten the noodles?"

Song Tingfan paused, looked at Song Qinshi and the others, and stuttered: "I'll eat..."

He wanted to buy it for grandma, but grandma did not let him go, saying that he was wasting money.

Song Qin and Song Rong nodded in agreement. Song Qin stuttered for a moment, "It's edible, it's so... delicious."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Do the Song family members not lie?

She twitched her mouth twice and said helplessly: "Uncle, go buy it, grandma and grandpa are all hungry."

"Qiao'er, we're not hungry."

Song Qinshi thought about Lin Qiao in her heart, and she was much more kind to her. After she shook her head and refused, she thought of something and said quickly: "Niu Niu, buy a bowl of noodles for your sister-in-law. She must be hungry." Then she took out a bag of money from her waist.

I can't bear to pay money when I see a doctor, but I can't bear to pay money for her. I'm so kind.

Lin Qiao felt a little softer, "Uncle, you are not allowed to accept money from my milk, otherwise my sister-in-law will be angry."

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan took a few steps back and said anxiously: "My grandma, don't give it to me, sister-in-law will be angry."

"My uncle, go buy it, be good."

Lin Qiao gave him a look. Song Tingfan hesitated for a moment, but he still went out to buy noodles after listening to his sister-in-law's words.
To be continued...