After returning to Jiangle Village from Xueyi Village, Lin Qingqing lived quite comfortably. It's not that her quality of life has improved, but there has been very little bad news recently, so Lin Qingqing is not very sick.

According to the diagnosis of criminal relocation, Lin Qingqing did have some psychological problems. When too many troublesome problems appear on Lin Qingqing's body, she will become overly impatient.

This kind of thing doesn't happen very often, but occasionally it happens when Lin Qingqing recalls the past. At this time, Lin Qingqing would take out a porcelain bottle and pour out the pill that Xing Qianye had given her—a pill that had nothing but suffering.

But the strange thing is that Lin Qingqing slowly fell in love with this pill, as if bitter medicine could relieve bitterness. Gradually, when she was upset, she chewed on one, which made her often smell faintly medicinal.

Yes, the villagers began to be suspicious. Lin Qingqing can now be said to be their most important pillar, and they are used to relying on Lin Qingqing, a weak woman.

At dusk on this day, Lin Qingqing was invited by the villagers to the small square.

The weather was clear, with the sun hanging obliquely in the sky, lazily shedding its light, occasionally obscured by thin clouds, which temporarily darkened the sky.

The temperature was not too cold, and Lin Qingqing deliberately purchased a lot of leather products from outside to use in and out of Xueyi Village. She distributed some of the leather to the villagers.

"Miss Lin, what are we going to do?" The villagers asked Lin Qingqing.

"I haven't thought about this yet. Isn't there still more than a month left in spring? Lin Qingqing asked.

"Miss Lin, farming starts in winter, and if you prepare for it from the beginning of spring, it's cold for everything." A villager said to Lin Qingqing.

Lin Qingqing never imagined that someone would come to ask her about farming planning. She doesn't know more about this than these villagers who have been farming for decades.

However, Lin Qingqing has also come up with such a reason, but the villagers have already recognized Lin Qingqing as a person, and they insist on letting Lin Qingqing make a plan for them to start a spring.

"You go to Hua Ming, that guy is very good at planning, I'm just half a bucket of water." Lin Qingqing said helplessly.

But this prevarication still had no effect, and the villagers still looked at her with an expectant gaze. In this regard, Lin Qingqing was also very helpless, and in the end, she could only accept her fate.

"Villagers, I understand, I will go back and think about this matter seriously. It's just that there are too many things, and the population of the village has increased, so how to deal with the problem of cultivated land, you have to talk more with the village chief. Lin Qingqing said.

Hearing Lin Qingqing mention the village chief, the villagers of Jiangle Village remembered that there was such a person. So they looked around, and at last they found the poor chief.

This meeting can be regarded as a small meeting held regularly in Jiangle Village. I heard that Jiangle Village used to have it, but since Lin Qingqing presided over it, the villagers have never escaped this meeting.

No, it should be said that Lin Qingqing did not escape. Lin Qingqing has already found out. The current villagers of Jiangle often have a pair of 'whatever you tell us to do, and you will help us solve our needs.' '. So every time they had such a small meeting, they would put forward new requirements to Lin Qingqing.

Fortunately, these villagers still find it difficult to get rid of the simplicity of the mountain village, and most of the simple conditions are mentioned. But although these requirements were small, they couldn't stop Lin Qingqing's prestige from rising. For a long time, they forgot about the existence of the village chief.

"Alright, villagers, I'll ask the merchants to ask around about your cattle ploughing tomorrow. If nothing else, disband. Lin Qingqing said.

The hundreds of villagers in Jiangle Village looked at each other for a while, and after finding that there were really no other requirements, they began to leave one after another.

Ran Tingchun next to her looked at Lin Qingqing with admiration, and saw that she was respected by the villagers of the entire Jiangle Village, and the stars in her eyes were about to flash out.

Then, under this excitement, she asked Lin Qingqing: "Boss Lin, what is your real name, I have been calling Boss Lin for a long time." ”

At this time, the residents of the small square had not yet left, and Lin Qingqing was habitually biting down a bitter pill, as for Ran Tingchun, the moment she spoke, she knew that she had made a big mistake.

Everyone present froze, not a single person spoke, and no one made a move.

Since Lin Qingqing appeared in Jiangle Village, she has kept her real name secret, and the people in the village have also tried to wonder if Lin Qingqing is a bad person. However, the things that happened later made them admire Lin Qingqing immensely.

However, the more they admired Lin Qingqing, the more the villagers cared about the mystery of Lin Qingqing's life experience. But at least, they never asked in front of Lin Qingqing.

And now, all this was broken by Ran Tingchun's words. The pasted window paper was pierced, and Lin Qingqing looked at the surrounding villagers and cast an inquiring gaze at him.

Lin Qingqing has been with these villagers for so long, so he naturally has feelings. For a moment, she even wanted to tell them everything.

However, reason stopped her impulse. Lin Qingqing took out a pill from the medicine bottle again, put it in his mouth and chewed it dryly. The bitter taste spread from her tongue, and a rush of intensity made her almost lean back.

Then, her tears flowed.

"Smack." It was like early spring rain, falling on the ground. Everyone looked at Lin Qingqing and was stunned for a while. No one knows what Lin Qingqing's tears really mean.

"Miss Lin!" The villagers shouted loudly.

Because of this accident, Lin Qingqing added that the villagers moved into her hut in the west of the village.

Lin Qingqing actually didn't have anything. But she just didn't want to do anything and let the villagers move her back. Even when she was put on the bed, she was motionless.

"Maybe it would be better to tell them everything." Lin Qingqing said in a low voice. But, as she knew, the Assassins were still after her. As long as they leak the slightest bit of information, then they will probably swarm like bees chasing honey and kill everyone who knows.

In fact, Lin Qingqing never let go of the investigation of those assassins. Because of this, she also found out several times that they were searching for her.

They started from the capital and followed the river. If Lin Qingqing's estimation was correct, they had already come to Yongyuan Town a month ago.

At such an important juncture, Lin Qingqing could not be exposed no matter what.

Lin Qingqing closed his eyes and cut off the tears that flowed.