Lin Qiao glanced down, slightly open, she reached out and played with it indifferently, and asked indifferently, "Uncle, are there any fruit trees?" ”

"Yes." Song Tingfan didn't dare to look at her, carried the basket on his back, lowered his head and walked out quickly.

After walking a few more places, a total of more than a dozen fruits were picked, Lin Qiao's feet were painful, and he secretly shook his feet several times, on the other hand, Song Tingfan's face was as usual, and he pulled some wild herbs from time to time.

The physical strength is really good.

Song Tingfan was afraid that the fruit would be bad, so he planned to take it to the town to sell it as soon as he returned home, Lin Qiao was about to sell the drawings and went with him, and when he left, Song Qin's family forced them to make bowls of rice and go again.

At this point, the town can only take a donkey cart, and it is already four o'clock in the afternoon when I arrive in the town.

The stall selling things was much empty, after all, it was afternoon, and the two of them found a stall under a tree and put the fruit out.

Lin Qiao was thinking about whether to shout a few times, but the young man next to him was already shouting loudly and skillfully, "Sell wild fruits, crisp and sweet wild fruits." ”

His voice was a little magnetic and a little green.

This is a little different from the teenager in front of him usually, this time he will be a little more of an adult and less childish.

This is a good sign, proving that the villain is dependent on her and has the childishness of a child in front of her.

As soon as he shouted like this, a few people came over to take a look, but subconsciously saw Lin Qiao first, Song Tingfan pursed his lips, and then stood at Lin Qiao's young man, "Uncle, do you want to buy fruit?" The fruit that was just picked. ”

When they could no longer see the pretty woman, they looked at the fruit, and one of them pointed to the fruit and said, "How do you sell it?" ”

"Twelve......

Before Song Tingfan's words were finished, Lin Qiao interrupted, and she said softly: "Uncle, sixteen and one, uncle sincerely buys it, I will be less uncle two articles, forget it, young uncle three articles, open a show." ”

Shouting twelve Wen, these people must have to bargain, and it is not pleasing to do business seriously these days.

Originally, the middle-aged man thought that sixteen wen was too expensive and was ready to leave, but he hesitated when he heard that she took the initiative to be cheap, he looked at her, "Less, twelve wen." ”

"Uncle, I walked with my uncle for an hour or two to pick this wild fruit, and my feet are blistered, and I can't miss it anymore." Lin Qiao shook his head, looking a little reluctant.

"Twelve will buy, if you don't sell it, forget it." The uncle is also a "fine man" who buys things, and seeing that she is unwilling to reduce the price, he is about to leave.

Lin Qiao secretly raised her eyebrows, come on, come on, cooperate with you in acting, she bit her lower lip, and looked like she sold it to him at a low price, "Uncle, don't go, sell it to you, how many do you want?" Buy a few more, the fruit is fresh and sweet, and it is best to buy it for your granddaughters and grandchildren. ”

"Three."

The middle-aged uncle thought for a while, took out thirty-six Wen for her, and then picked two big wild fruits by himself.

The people around hesitated, and some people bought it again and sold it for 12 yuan.

In less than half an hour, only three wild fruits were left, and Lin Qiao had no intention of meeting the young man's stunned eyes. She: "......"

Patronizing to make money, forgetting that the villain is still watching here, cough, he won't be suspicious, right?

Just as she was about to speak, the young man's bright eyes looked at her, and he said from the bottom of his heart, "Sister-in-law, you are so powerful, you have sold a lot." ”

Last year, he sold fruits, and one fruit was sold for six yuan.

Lin Qiao: "......"

She held back her words, she looked at the villain seriously, and finally knew why she was so stupid as to be sold by her sister-in-law in her previous life.

"Ahem, my uncle will be as powerful as my sister-in-law when he grows up."

Song Tingfan believed it, and he said seriously: "I will be better than my sister-in-law when I grow up." ”

"In this way, I can earn a lot of money to support my grandfather and grandmother, and my sister-in-law."

"Believe in Uncle."

Lin Qiao praised, and then glanced at the sky, "Uncle, I'll go to the cloth shop for a while, you guard here." ”

Suddenly, the young man looked at her with a blank eye, and wanted to go with her, but nodded obediently, "Okay." ”

It may be that the villain's appearance is so long that her heart is on the verge of her heart, Lin Qiao's heart softened, and she blurted out, "Don't sell it, keep grandpa and grandma to eat, and go with your sister-in-law." ”

"Okay." Song Tingfan nodded again and again, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

It's still a child's heart.

Lin Qiao touched his head and blinked, "The wild fruit was sold for more than a hundred yuan, what does the uncle want to eat?" ”

"Sister-in-law, I don't eat." Song Tingfan shook his head sensibly, he was very happy with his sister-in-law all the way.

The two walked sideways, Lin Qiao turned his head sideways and found that his height had jumped a little, the two of them were about the same height before, but now she may be at his eyebrow bone, "Uncle is good, what do you want to eat?" ”

Sister-in-law always coaxes him as a child, Song Tingfan is a little embarrassed, but he likes his sister-in-law to coax him.

He pursed his lips and said cautiously, "Sister-in-law, I miss the dishes you make." ”

"What's the food?"

"I like to eat everything my sister-in-law makes."

Looking at the young man's lowered eyebrows, Lin Qiao felt that he was actually "teased" by a child.

She thought for a moment, "Then how about we buy a fish to eat at home and make sauerkraut fish?" ”

Fish is much cheaper than pork, only two pennies per catty.

"Okay." Song Tingfan nodded.

……

Cloth Village

The proprietor looked at the square handkerchief, and when she saw the last two, she boasted, who had never said good things: "These two feet are very good, who embroidered them?" ”

"My grandmother embroidered, she has been embroidering for decades, and her mother's family is from an embroidery girl."

"No wonder, it's much better than yours, these two parties are fifteen parties, and the others are still eight parties."

She was nakedly disgusted, Lin Qiao: "......"

She said gratefully, "Thank you, owner. ”

Then he took out the drawings, "I drew some drawings, and the owner will see." ”

Last time, a few pieces of clothing were sold out, and she was more interested in her drawings than Widow Song's square handkerchief, so she reached out and took it, "So many patterns?" ”

The last time she tried the water, Lin Qiao didn't dare to paint more, and after trying, she was about to "exert her strength".

After all, there is the old and the young below.

She's stressed.

After reading it, the owner was much happier than last time, "Four sheets, six hundred wen, plus one hundred and ten square pa, a total of seven hundred and ten wen." Then he gave her money.

"Thank you, owner." Lin Qiao's face was a little happy.

The owner waved his hand, "I'll bring it next time I have a drawing." ”

"Okay." Lin Qiao said a few words to her, and then took Song Tingfan out of the shop, coughing, afraid that the villain would be suspicious, she showed great joy and surprise, and took the initiative to explain, "Uncle, I was just thinking about it, I didn't expect to be able to exchange so many silver tickets." ”

"Uncle, am I dreaming?"

Song Tingfan didn't have a trace of suspicion, he had a look of "sister-in-law is so powerful", "Sister-in-law, it's true." ”

"Uncle, you pinch me."

Lin Qiao couldn't believe it and stretched out his hand to let him pinch it, Song Tingfan subconsciously put his hand behind his back, and Han Han refused: "Sister-in-law, I won't pinch it." ”

"Uncle, pinch it." Lin Qiao insisted on letting him pinch it.

Song Tingfan hesitated, reached out and gently pinched her arm, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, does it hurt?" ”