waved her hand at the girl, and then Lin Qiao followed Song Tingfan, and when she walked away, she "coughed", "Uncle, why don't you play?" ”

The girl just now was very good-looking, with big eyes and a cute round face.

Song Tingfan shook his head without thinking about it, and said in a low voice: "I don't like to play with them." ”

"Why?" Lin Qiao then asked.

Song Tingfan lowered his head and didn't speak, Lin Qiao probably guessed it, and estimated that he was bullying him.

She inexplicably felt a little pitiful for him, raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Uncle, sister-in-law will play with you in the future." ”

Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, and quickly raised his eyes, his dark eyes were filled with joy, "Okay." ”

Probably because he got along with Lin Qiao in the past few days, he had a lot less "defense" before, and he said: "Sister-in-law, there is still a bamboo forest behind, I will go to see the hunting cave tomorrow, and take a look by the way." ”

"Sister-in-law, do you like to eat bamboo shoots?"

"It's fine." Lin Qiao looked at the young man's handsome face, and felt a little more intimate in his heart.

It's hard not to like the villain at this time, sensible, self-reliant, and affectionate.

Song Tingfan had a plan in his heart, he nodded, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a few wild chrysanthemums not far away, and he strode over and broke a few branches.

Then he walked back and handed it to his sister-in-law unnaturally, probably because he was afraid that she wouldn't want it, he was a little apprehensive, "Sister-in-law, do you want it?" ”

Lin Qiao naturally wouldn't do anything to disappoint the villain, she reached out and took the wild chrysanthemum, and praised without hesitation: "The wild chrysanthemum picked by the uncle is much bigger than the one I picked, and the uncle is still capable." ”

Song Tingfan, who was praised for being "capable", bent his eyes, "My sister-in-law is more capable than me." ”

When he got home, Lin Qiao went into the kitchen to cook, and Song Tingfan collected the dried medicinal materials in the yard.

At this time, a voice came from the kitchen, "Uncle, help me bring some firewood in, there is no firewood." ”

"Okay."

Song Tingfan immediately put down what he was doing, went to the shed at the foot of the courtyard to pick up firewood and went in, and after putting it away, he glanced at his sister-in-law who was washing rice.

Then he sat down at the door of the stove and lit the fire.

The soybean stalks crackled and splashed with a small fire from time to time.

The kitchen was quiet for a while.

Suddenly, there was a man's ridicule outside the courtyard, "Widow Lin, are you at home?" Let's sit down. ”

This has happened a lot before.

Lin Qiao ignored them when he heard this, and Song Tingfan clenched the tongs.

The man outside the courtyard shouted again: "Widow Lin, what's wrong, don't you make a sound?" What did you do with your uncle? ”

"Come out and have fun with me."

After saying that, several laughs rang out, and it was obviously not him alone.

Song Tingfan's face turned red with anger, and he said angrily: "Get out, get away." ”

"Hahahaha, Tingfan, let's take care of your sister-in-law." The men outside the courtyard were not afraid of him at all.

These men were well-known people in the village, and they even shouted at the door of the widow's house in the village, and sometimes even at the house of the married woman.

But nothing was done, and the village chief could only scold.

Lin Qiao walked out with a kitchen knife, stretched out his hand and patted Song Tingfan, "Uncle, don't be afraid." ”

Then she opened the door, tilted her head and smiled, "Come in." ”

"But I'm not going to get out of this door, I need to lie down and get out."

Before it was over, several men saw the kitchen knife in her hand and were stunned for a moment.

In the past, this Song widow should not have dared to respond.

The tallest Niu Er said "yo", "Brother, I'm not afraid of death, there is a sentence called,...... It's also romantic to be a ghost. ”

He smiled evilly and said, "Maybe Widow Song asked me to do it once, and asked Lao Tzu." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone else laughed "haha".

Song Tingfan didn't want to protect Lin Qiao in front of him, he said fiercely: "Get out of here." ”

If ordinary women were ashamed, Lin Qiao didn't, she disgusted: "Please? Please, be short? ”

There was a moment of silence.

Several men who talked a lot were dumbfounded, Song Tingfan in front of him had not yet experienced the acquaintance, and he did not understand the meaning.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Qiao said again: "Or do you want to be empty?" ”

When had they seen that woman blatantly say these words, Niu Er and the others were even more dumbfounded: "......"

Damn, what is this mother-in-law talking about!

After a while, they walked away.

Lin Qiao raised her eyebrows, and then patted Song Tingfan's shoulder, "Uncle, close the door." "Said he was going to carry a kitchen knife into the kitchen.

Song Tingfan at the door reacted later, and his face suddenly turned red.

Later, whenever Lin Qiao thought of this, he wanted to give himself two slaps.

She led the villain astray.

Someone always asks her in her exact words.

……

Before dawn the next day, Song Tingfan and Lin Qiao went to the town to sell papa and medicinal herbs, probably the day of the market, many people on the road to the market, talking and laughing and leaving quickly.

It was noon at the entrance of the town, and it would be hot.

The businessman didn't pay in the morning, and the two of them rested in the shed at the entrance of the town, there would be no stools, Lin Qiao was tired of walking, so he could only squat.

Song Tingfan stood next to her.

The beautiful and pretty widow attracted the attention of the other men in the shed, who looked at her from time to time.

"Widow Lin, come and sit here." A thirty-four-year-old man patted him on the thigh out of tune.

Suddenly, everyone in the shed laughed.

Song Tingfan's face changed, his hand clenched his fist, Lin Qiao didn't bother to look at these people, and when she caught a glimpse of Song Tingfan's hand, she hurriedly reached out and pulled it, "Uncle, it's okay." ”

Don't come out of the way.

Song Tingfan looked at the hand he was holding, his anger subsided, and then he was embarrassed. , but still standing in front of her, blocking those malicious eyes.

When those people saw that Lin Qiao ignored them, they became even more energetic, "Yo, Widow Lin can't help it in public?" ”

"Your uncle is still young and can't satisfy you, let's do it."

A mouth full of yellow words.

Song Tingfan was ashamed and angry, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense. ”

Lin Qiao got up and looked at him, her beautiful eyes slightly raised, "Go home and tell your niece, your niece can satisfy you." ”

A few men didn't expect her to say this, and they all thundered suddenly.

Lin Qiao "cut" in her heart, she had never eaten meat, but she had also seen pigs run away.

Are you still afraid of you feudal turtles?

Suddenly, Yu Guang met Song Tingfan's pure black and clean eyes, she "coughed", forgetting that she was still a "mother".

Ahem, look what she taught.

Thinking of this, she disguised her "cough", "Uncle, let's go." ”

Song Tingfan nodded confusedly.

The two went to the pharmacy first, and the medicinal herbs were sold for twenty-six wen, and when they left, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy gave them a piece of home-made gnocchi, and enthusiastically asked them to sell it here next time.

However, Buzhuang is very immoral.

The proprietor of the cloth village looked at her square handkerchief and gave four pennies less for various reasons.

Lin Qiao held back her temper, now she was the only source of income, and she thanked: "Thank you to the owner." ”

When the proprietor of the cloth village heard her say this, his complexion did not change, but he thought in his heart that this widow's temper was quite good, "Next time I embroider well, it is possible to embroider fifteen pieces well." ”

"Okay, I'll go back and think about it a little more." Lin Qiao said politely, then looked at the men's cloth shoes on the counter, and then looked at Song Tingfan's shoes that were some years old.

Xu is two years old, the shoes are a little smaller, and the toes are obviously protruding.

She gritted her teeth, tilted her head and said gently, "Uncle, you pick a pair of shoes." ”