Fan An shop

This will be busy, Lin Qiao helped make the cake, at this time, the helper ran in, "The little owner, the big owner is back." ”

Lin Qiao hurriedly washed her hands and wiped them dry, and before she could untie the waist seal, the man's long figure walked in, her eyes met, and she hurriedly diverted her attention, "I'm going back to eat today, Grandpa has come to say, the duck is stewed at home." ”

Since she was pregnant, Song Tingfan didn't let her do anything, and nagged when she was caught.

She never knew he talked so much.

No, he stared at her with a serious expression, "You work again, you promise me not to do it, and I won't let you come to the shop next time......"

Lin Qiao was afraid of him, and hurriedly raised his hand to admit his mistake, "Okay, I won't do it again next time." ”

The cook next to them glanced at them a few times, then moved out of the kitchen.

The little proprietor was told again.

Song Tingfan pursed his lips, but he didn't do anything with Lin Qiao, he was reluctant to scold, and he was even more reluctant to fight, "Are you hungry?" ”

"It's fine." Lin Qiao twisted a piece of cake for him.

Song Tingfan opened his mouth to eat, then walked behind her and unsealed his waist.

When she got closer to Lin Qiao, she saw that his face was sunburned again, she had been like this for the past few days, she pursed her lips, "Is the general making trouble for you?" ”

"No, the assessment is coming soon, I'll practice for a while."

Song Tingfan didn't want her to worry, he would do these things by himself, and she would take good care of herself.

Lin Qiao couldn't guess it, she was a little distressed, and just wanted to say something, her spirit was shocked, "Assessment?" What assessment? ”

In a dream, I explained that the villain was promoted to a position, which was an assessment and a promotion.

Someone was jealous of him and wanted his life, and gave him an arrow in the chest during the assessment, but he survived.

Later, every time it rained, my chest hurt.

And this matter has something to do with the rebellion.

"The barracks have an assessment every six months, and if you perform well, you can be promoted."

Song Tingfan didn't know her worries, and said: "When you are promoted, you will buy a yard to live in, and then you will have a swing." ”

Before she had inadvertently said a mouthful, within a swing.

He remembered it all.

Lin Qiao's heart sank, she couldn't let him go, her mind turned, "When?" ”

"Three days later." Song Tingfan saw that her face was embarrassed, and he said softly: "What's wrong?" ”

"I don't know how these days, I want to go back to the village, I feel a little panicked, and I can't stand it in my chest today."

"Why didn't you say it earlier, I'll take you to see the doctor."

"It's okay, I went to see the doctor, and the doctor said that it would be good to relax."

Facing his straight gaze, Lin Qiao's heart was weak for a while, Song Tingfan didn't notice her small movements, he breathed a sigh of relief, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

He is not greedy for promotion, but if he is promoted, he will have a lot more money, and he will be able to buy good things for his family.

He also wanted to save money for his daughter.

Moreover, the general is pressing him, if he does not climb up, it will be even more difficult to get out in the future.

When the time comes, if anyone bullies his family, he will be even more passive than that day.

He thought for a moment and said seriously: "I'll send you back today, and I'll rush back when the time comes." ”

Once back and forth, it's time for a day to ride a horse.

"I want you to stay with me."

Lin Qiao's face turned red when she said this, cough, she didn't say this kind of thing hundreds of years ago.

Hearing this, Song Tingfan's eyebrows were dyed with joy, "I'll be back soon, and I'll let my father and mother accompany you when the time comes." ”

"But I just want you to be with me." Lin Qiao pretended to look slightly depressed, a little unhappy.

Song Tingfan couldn't see her sad, so he bent down and coaxed her, "I'll be back in a day or two, okay?" ”

"It's not good, if you don't accompany me, don't accompany me." Lin Qiao made the petty man bypass him, looking unhappy.

cough, if it weren't for acting, she really wouldn't be able to act vexatiously.

The first time she played a petty role, Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, remembering that the doctor said that the woman was pregnant, and her temper would be a little weird.

It's best to follow her wishes, otherwise it will affect your mood.

He strode after him, "Qiao'er, I'll go back with you, and I'll tell the general later." ”

Lin Qiao's eyebrows flashed with joy, and she pursed her lips and turned her head to look at him, "Really?" You assure me. ”

"Really, I promised you that I would do it." Song Tingfan assured.

However, it still failed to meet Lin Qiao's wishes, and after lunch, it rained heavily, and the area was covered with deep water for a while.

No one can get out.

Looking at the pouring rain outside, it seemed that it couldn't stop for a while, Lin Qiao stood at the door and was slightly irritable, this plot didn't seem to move.

"I'll go back when the rain stops." Song Tingfan comforted beside him.

At this time, a figure ran in, and the wooden umbrella in his hand was deformed, "General Song, I don't know why the water outlet in the east of the city is blocked, and the general called you to take someone to get it." ”

The person who came was Zhou Fuan.

Hearing this, Song Tingfan nodded in response, "Okay." ”

After speaking, he went to change his shoes, and looked at Lin Qiao apologetically, "I'm leaving." ”

"Stay safe."

At this time, of course, Lin Qiao couldn't let him go, the drainage outlet was blocked, and if he didn't dredge it, the whole city would suffer at that time.

She thought of something, turned back to the house and took the hat out, "Wear it, don't get cold." ”

Song Tingfan's heart warmed, so he took it and put it on, "Sleep at home and cover the quilt." ”

Zhou Fuan, who was next to him, looked down at the watery wooden umbrella, and then looked at the wet shoes, and his heart was a little sour.

Why doesn't anyone care about him?

……

East of the city, by the mouth of the river

The water on the street accumulated to his calves, Gao Qiang pulled his trouser legs a few times, but he simply didn't pull it up, and it was wet anyway, and he complained with slight dissatisfaction, "Let our archery battalion open the drain, it's really overkill." ”

Most of the battles and kills the enemy rely on them to fight the front, and now they have fallen to this end.

It's ironic.

Song Tingfan glanced at him, and then said to the soldiers behind him: "Stand on the eaves and hide, I'll go down and take a look." ”

Gao Qiang complained and complained, but the officer was still positive, "General Song, I'll go down and see, don't go down, I'll get cold, your daughter-in-law has to worry about you, I don't have a daughter-in-law, I'm not afraid." ”

In fact, they followed him, not forced by their superiors, but willing to obey him, don't look at his young age, but smart and capable, and the most important thing is that he has always taken the lead.

Unlike other battalions, all soldiers are in the front.

It is said that you are not afraid of death, but where you are really not afraid of death, you naturally want to live when you can live.

A soldier said in a rough voice, "Come on, I'm good at water, my daughter-in-law ran away with a man, don't be afraid." ”

There was a burst of laughter.

Zhou Fuan patted him on the shoulder, laughed and teased: "Mingshan, have you seen it?" ”

"Go, go, Lao Tzu has already seen it." Jiang Mingshan kicked him in the corner.

"I'll go down and have a look, and you'll be watching from above."

Song Tingfan took off his hat, took off his clothes and jumped into the river, the drainage outlet by the river was blocked by weeds, it should be that there are more people who cut rice these days.

"Gao Qiang, get a hoe."

"Right now."

Gao Qiang borrowed a hoe nearby and handed it to him.