"Digging in the mountains, and besides, I'm going to go up the mountain again with your grandma." Song Rong explained.

Lin Qiao's eyes lit up and she praised: "Grandpa is so powerful? ”

I've been to the mountains dozens of times, but they haven't seen any wild yams.

"I used to hunt everywhere and knew it." was praised by his granddaughter-in-law, and Song Rong was a little embarrassed.

Song Tingfan's easy shyness seems to be genetic, Lin Qiao couldn't help laughing, "Then I'll go up the mountain with Grandpa." ”

After that, I took a hoe and a basket and went to the mountain, where the wild yam was a bit out of place, no wonder no one knew.

But even if Lin Qiao came here, she probably wouldn't recognize it as a wild yam.

Song Rong obviously has a set of digging wild yams, the roots of the yam are so deep, the one dug is already calf high, but it has not yet bottomed out.

After a long while, a whole root was dug up, which was half the length of Song Rong's body.

Song Rong shook the mud, put it in the back basket, and then smiled at Lin Qiao and said, "Dig like this." ”

After that, Song Qin and Lin Qiao also began to dig.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the surroundings began to fall silent.

It was already dusk, and the three of them wanted to finish digging in one go, so they continued digging while they could still see.

After another two or three quarters of an hour, all the yams in this piece were dug up, and Song Rong was so tired that he couldn't help but "cough" a word or two.

"Grandpa, let's go later." Lin Qiao said while loading yams.

Song Rong didn't hesitate and sat on the ground to rest, but he didn't forget Song Qin, he reached out to help her sit down.

After a while, the three of them went down the mountain, and before they reached the door, the two dogs ran out when they smelled the smell, and the random boy also ran out, "Sister-in-law, grandpa, grandma." ”

Seeing his sister-in-law carrying the basket, he hurriedly took it over and carried it, the weight on Lin Qiao's shoulders was gone, and she couldn't help but hammer her sore waist.

Digging almost twenty catties of wild yams, it is not heavy, but after digging for more than an hour, her waist is really a little unbearable.

However, it is impossible to let the old couple carry it, and the old couple is estimated to be more serious than her.

Song Tingfan had already made dinner, and Lin Qiao and the three of them were probably tired, so they put down the dishes and chopsticks without eating much.

After everything was cleaned up, Lin Qiao went back to the house and lay on the bed, the pain in her waist made her mutter, "It's terrible." ”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Knock knock." Then the young man's voice followed, "Sister-in-law." ”

Hearing the sound, Lin Qiao hurriedly got up, she got up too violently, her waist couldn't stand it, she "hissed", and quickly went to open the door, "What's wrong with the uncle?" ”

"Sister-in-law, I'll press it for you." Song Tingfan took the fire fold, looked at her worriedly, and when he took the back basket, he saw her hammering her waist.

This is not the first time, Lin Qiao accepted it with peace of mind, and lay on the bed to let him press.

She suspected that her back hurt her, and Song Tingfan felt pain as soon as she rubbed her, and she couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "Uncle, it hurts, light." ”

The woman's cry of pain was a little coquettish in the dark room.

Lin Qiao herself didn't know it, she only felt that her back hurt and died.

Song Tingfan's hand paused for a moment, and then it was much lighter, with an imperceptible coaxing, "Sister-in-law, does it hurt now?" ”

"It's fine." Lin Qiao's head was buried in the pillow.

I don't know how long it took, Song Tingfan found that she was asleep on her side, and her face under the fire fold was obscure, but she could still see a little gorgeous.

Compared to the daytime, the night is much softer.

Song Tingfan looked at it for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he subconsciously covered his chest.

It's weird.

The heart is beating so fast.

This strange feeling made him a little overwhelmed, but it seemed to be a little inexplicably excited.

"Uncle, you have to be good." The woman's low murmur rang out, and silence returned.

She's talking in her sleep.

The sister-in-law was thinking about him when she slept, Song Tingfan's heart was suddenly stuffed, his face rose slightly, and he replied in a small voice, "Okay." ”

After a while, a slight "squeak" sounded, the door closed, and Song Tingfan went out.

The woman who was sleeping just now opened her eyes, glanced in the direction of the door, and then turned over slightly, her waist much better than before.

The villain still has a set of pinching his waist.

cough, of course Lin Qiao didn't fall asleep, just closed her eyes to rest, and then took the opportunity to play the role of "good sister-in-law".

……

It was already four quarters of the hour, and the fog covered the entire village.

This time, the village will "wake up" earlier than usual.

Thanks to Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan, they went out earlier, sat in the last two positions of the donkey cart, and staggered to the town It was already three minutes.

A group of people got off the donkey cart and went their separate ways to occupy the stall, this time Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan occupied a good stall, the street with the most people.

Song Tingfan put out the bamboo basket, spicy dried fish, yam, and green vegetables in turn, and finally took a small square stool out and put it behind Lin Qiao, and said obediently: "Sister-in-law, you sit." ”

Lin Qiao didn't know that he took the stool, "Uncle didn't take the stool." ”

"There are a lot of things to sell, and I'm afraid it will take a long time to sell." Song Tingfan didn't say anything, he was afraid that her back hurt and she would stand in pain.

"It's still Uncle who thinks it through."

Lin Qiao gave him the stool and motioned for him to sit, Song Tingfan gave it to her again, stubbornly letting her sit, she couldn't cry or laugh, so she had to obey him.

At first, there weren't many people, but it didn't take long for them to increase.

The first to sell was a basket made by Song Tingfan, one for ten wen, and the man bought two directly.

Song Tingfan happily accepted the money, and handed it to Lin Qiao obediently, Lin Qiao smiled and put it in the money bag.

After that, some yams and greens were sold, and there were seventy or eighty yuan.

No one asked about the spicy dried fish, and Lin Qiao thought that there was no play.

As soon as I thought about it, someone asked, "How do you sell this dried fish?" ”

Lin Qiao raised his head, and saw the face of a young man, who looked thoughtful and well-dressed, and estimated that his home was low and thick.

"Childe, ten cents a catty, this dried fish is pickled, better than salted dried fish, it can be steamed and cooked, if it is too troublesome, you can eat it dry."

"Childe, the spicy dried fish made by my sister-in-law is delicious."

Song Tingfan answered next to him, his expression was sincere, but it didn't make people feel fake.

Jiang Xiaozhou glanced at her first, the woman was too pretty, and soon he looked away, he picked up the dried fish and smelled it, it was quite fragrant, and he didn't think much about it, "I weighed these two items." ”

Lin Qiao's eyes lit up, and Lisuo told him that the two spicy dried fish were a total of five catties and two taels, and said with a warm smile: "Fifty-two Wen, Son, you can give fifty Wen." ”

Jiang Xiaozhou nodded, and just as he wanted to pay the money, his friend came over.

"Xiao Zhou, are you optimistic?"

"Look, I bought two spicy dried fish."

Hearing the sound a little familiar, Lin Qiao looked over, it was Cheng Sheng who was wearing a crescent robe and walked over, she said politely: "Master Cheng." ”

Song Tingfan shouted, "Master Cheng." ”

At the same time, Cheng Sheng also saw them, nodded, and replied, "Sister-in-law Tingfan, Tingfan." ”

Jiang Xiaozhou was a little surprised, and asked with a smile, "This is your student?" As he spoke, he handed fifty Wen to Lin Qiao.

Cheng Sheng nodded, then looked down at the stall in front of him, yams and vegetables, and he said, "Weigh five catties of yams." ”

Lin Qiao glanced at him and didn't ask the price, as if he was helping them.

Song Tingfan next to him saw her staring at her master, and her lips pursed irrepressibly.

He didn't seem to like the Master.