That night, it started to rain.

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

She perked up and subconsciously asked, "Uncle?" ”

"Sister-in-law, it's me, I see it's raining, come and close the window and door." The boy had a somewhat hoarse voice.

Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle, are you cold?" I'll get you cotton wool. ”

Song Tingfan, who was 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 sleep, what's the call sister-in-law." After waiting for a while, there was no sound outside the hospital, Lin Qiao lay down again and soon fell asleep.

The next day, the weather was clear, and the ground that had been soaked last night was dry again, and it was hot.

Lin Qiao pondered the matter of embroidering square handkerchiefs at home, and one or two were not good at first, but later he was proficient and could read them.

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

Although there are many weeds in the wasteland of the back house, there are few stones, and the planting area is large.

For four or five days in a row, both of them were like this, and the people in the village were still curious about why Lin Qiao hadn't come out to make waves recently.

The woman by the river was bored and gossiped, "Hey, haven't you seen Widow Song lately?" ”

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

"It's okay if you don't come out, the dead ghost in my house can't see it."

"Do you think it will be Zhang Dong who said that he is married?"

"Yes, eighty percent is, but I'm honest, the little daughter of the Xu family can't catch up with Widow Lin like that."

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

Lin Qiao, who was a widow, finished making the last bit of fabric, and she counted it, a total of eight square papas, and a total of sixty-four wen.

Alas, they are not so poor.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and she looked up, and she saw a young man in cloth, his sleeves rolled up high, revealing his small but powerful arms.

His gaze shifted to his cloth shoes, and his big dirty toes were half 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 is one sentence on the left and one sentence on the right, like a child who has not been "milked".

"Uncle, I'll mend my shoes when I take them off."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan lowered his head and saw the dirty big toes, and immediately shrank in crampedness, "Sister-in-law, no need, I'll sew it myself at night." ”

Lin Qiao beckoned him to come over, "Uncle take it off, it just so happens that this needle and thread will be worn." ”

"Nope."

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

"How can your feet not smell when you work?" Lin Qiao didn't mind.

In fact, in the past few days, she found that Song Tingfan loves cleanliness, and his clothes are changed every day, and he washes them when he changes.

And his house was always neat and tidy.

Song Tingfan couldn't refuse, so he had to take off his shoes, which didn't stink, just smelled a little sweaty.

I thought my sister-in-law would be a little disgusted, but she didn't, so she took the shoes and began to cut and sew cloth.

The crampedness in his heart decreased for a moment, and then he said what he encountered when digging the wasteland today, "Sister-in-law, I dug up five wild radishes today, more than a catty, and also dug up a few medicinal herbs. ”

Lin Qiao glanced at the basket and thought for a while, "Uncle, you take the money to buy a big bone and come back." ”

The big bones here are not worth much money, and you can buy a big one for two pennies.

Then she added, "The silver 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, take two more pennies, and you can buy maltose to eat." Lin Qiao glanced at him, thinking that this villain should have a good impression of her sister-in-law now.

Song Tingfan hesitated for a moment before entering her room, the eyes were clean and simple, and a few small wild chrysanthemums were inserted in the window sill with clay pots, and the small wild chrysanthemums were a little embarrassed.

He looked away, suddenly looked stunned, and then his face turned red, and he pulled a rope on the innermost wall and hung two belly pockets.

Red, white.

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

He stumbled and said to his sister-in-law in the hall: "Sister-in-law, I took two papers, and I went to sell meat." After saying that, he pulled his legs and ran out.

Lin Qiao didn't think much about it, she didn't take her belly pocket seriously at all, because the belly pocket was more than the fabric of her suspenders.

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

The young man saw that she was obviously unnatural, so he quickly lowered his head and hurriedly covered it up, "Sister-in-law, Grandpa Wu sent a few large intestines." ”

Most of the people in this village are very good to Song Tingfan, and they are not disgusting.

But the mouth is really broken.

Lin Qiao nodded, "Uncle, the shoes have been mended." He got up and moved his neck, then took his things back to the house.

Song Tingfan glanced at it nervously, for fear that his sister-in-law would find his belly pocket hanging in the house, and it didn't take long for his sister-in-law to come out.

He frantically picked up the barrel and washed his large intestines.

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

"Uncle, are you suffering from heat stroke?"

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

"Why is your face so red?"

"It's heat stroke."

Seeing that he was incoherent, Lin Qiao's eyes rolled and he leaned closer and said, "Uncle, you shouldn't have done anything wrong, right?" ”

Song Tingfan was right, and he was even more flustered, "No, no, no." ”

Seeing that he couldn't stand anymore, Lin Qiao couldn't help laughing, "Sister-in-law teasing you, I know that my uncle won't do anything wrong, at most he will talk secretly to someone's daughter." ”

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

Lin Qiao laughed, how could the villain be so simple, she reached out and touched his head, "Sister-in-law teases you, but if there is really one, remember to show it to your sister-in-law." ”

"Sister-in-law is cooking."

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

After eating, Song Tingfan continued to reclaim the wasteland, and Lin Qiao followed him when he was fine.

It was an afternoon, and a large piece of land had been reclaimed in the past few days, enough to grow vegetables.

This will, some wind is blowing, Lin Qiao is a little cooler, looking at the bamboo forest not far away, and said casually, "Uncle, do bamboo shoots grow in the bamboo forest?" ”

"Long, it rained a few days ago, so it should have been a lot." Song Tingfan wiped the sweat on his forehead and glanced at the side, the woman's skin was very fair, with a thin flush.

Lin Qiao doesn't want to let go of anything she can eat now, she has boiled all the wild vegetables that Song Tingfan picked in the past few days and put them in the yard to dry.

Stocking up on food for the cold winter.

"Uncle, let's go take a look, and if we have one, we can dig it up and go back to eat."

Song Tingfan nodded obediently, and the two of them went towards the bamboo forest, and someone was digging in the bamboo forest, and they dug a lot.

Lin Qiao saw that the bamboo shoots the size of two fingers were dug up, "......"

No need to look for it, definitely not anymore.

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

Lin Qiao raised her eyebrows, she was really right by her.

Song Tingfan, who looked obedient in front of his sister-in-law, his handsome little face tightened, "Hmm." ”

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

Draw a red line for the villain.

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

"Brother Tingfan, you can play with me, I dug up a lot of bamboo shoots, and I will divide you into two big ones later." Ma Xihong beckoned.

Song Tingfan resisted and stepped back, "I'm going home to work." With that, he turned around and walked away.

Lin Qiao: "......"

This villain can't do it.

Not really.