He naturally understood in his heart that it was impossible for the dowry not to enter the Zhao family at all.

Especially the hanging money, if it is not handed over to Zhao Zhang's hands, I am afraid that the scolding war will have to continue.

But the young couple moved to their parents' house soon after they got married, and they were afraid that the bedding would not be enough, and they were the big head of the dowry, so they would not lose their hands.

And as a dowry, it is reasonable to follow Xiaofu girl, and the Zhao family can't say anything against it, so it's good for them to be bored.

Lin Xiaofu understood the village chief's plan as soon as he heard it, and immediately saluted and thanked him with a smile.

"Thank you uncle, I haven't used anything new since I got married."

Lin Xiaofu sighed casually, but Zhao Zicheng's heart was sour, and his fingers holding the basket tightened.

After weighing soybeans, mung beans and corn, Lin Xiaofu took out a bunch of money and paid it to the village chief.

These are mainly interplanted grains in tea fields.

As for the acre of grain field at home, when it comes to planting seedlings, you will need as much as you need.

Growing sweet potatoes is simpler, and when the village gathers vines for her, she will take as much as she sows.

Lin Antai took the money, and brought another fine brush with two or three percent of new and a piece of old ink that was also the little left.

"These are for you, if there is an old pen that we don't use in the future, we will keep it for you, so that Xiaolu can practice calligraphy."

"Thank you, uncle, that's a good idea." Lin Xiaofu felt that it made sense when he heard it, and hurriedly thanked him again.

Taking an old pen that can still write and practice writing on the table is more cost-effective than practicing directly on paper with a new pen.

Seeing that they were talking about the old pen, Wang Qi remembered that his grandson also had an old pen that he had discarded, so he also went home to get it.

Wang Qi's grandson also wants to take the imperial examination, and now he is practicing calligraphy, but he is not an enlightenment student to read and write.

Therefore, if the pen is half-bald, it will not be used again, and re-use will only affect the state of writing.

Through Wang Qilao taking the pen, Lin Xiaofu had a whim, if the whole village walked around and collected all those old pens, Lu'er and Chun'er would not need to buy pens to practice calligraphy.

Just write on the table, practice the posture of holding the pen, and move the wrist skillfully.

But this was also thought about in my heart, and I didn't say it in public.

Bidding farewell to the village chief and the elders, Lin Xiaofu left the village chief's house with Zhao Zicheng with a basket of mung beans on his back.

When she walked to the road, she told Zhao Zicheng her thoughts.

"There are not many people in the village who can discard such a good pen, and if they help you keep an eye on the old pen, you don't have to find someone yourself."

Zhao Zicheng smiled and said.

But after he finished speaking, he immediately turned his head, looking at the stride ahead, Lin Xiaofu didn't notice his frustration, and was still talking about what the old pen could do.

"Husband, when you hunt a few more rabbits, let's try to use rabbit fur to make a pen, and weasel fur will also do."

"Well, the weasel stinks, let's try it with rabbit fur." Zhao Zicheng said in a muffled voice.

"Uh-huh." Lin Xiaofu followed Zhao Zicheng briskly, happy because he got two old pens.

In this way, Chun'er and Lu'er can practice calligraphy today.

"Daughter-in-law, wait for me to go home, bring the net and start fishing."

Suddenly, Zhao Zicheng turned his head to look at Lin Xiaofu, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, but his eyes were extremely serious.

"What are you anxious about?" Lin Xiaofu looked at Zhao Zicheng, and was suddenly stunned by his gaze.

Why is it so serious?

Suddenly, an old lady came up to her, and when she saw them, she immediately rushed over.