Niu Er was taken away by his father's ears. Because of this farce, there were more women gossiping in the village.

It was almost noon, in the fields of a certain family, women stood and rested and talked, perhaps because they were tired of working.

"I also gave Widow Song something?"

"I don't know, Niu Er said that he bought eggs."

"It's good to ask me to say that Niu Er and Widow Song are good, and the Niu family has good conditions."

"Don't, I think Niu Er is not worthy of Widow Song."

"No matter how good a woman is, she will not be much better. Do you know if the widow in the next village is married? She married a lame woman in her fifties. Niu Er is a little muscular, but her legs are not lame, and she is only twenty-seven or eight."

"That's true. Alas, Widow Song was killed by the Lin family. If she didn't make fun of the Song family, she wouldn't know how good she would be."

"Ahem, stop talking, Song Tingfan is here."

The gossip stopped, and the woman in the brown jacket looked at the boy in the blue jacket and smiled, "Tingfan, why are you back before noon?"

"Go home to cook." Song Tingfan didn't like to talk to outsiders, so he strode after saying this.

The woman behind her said, "Song Tingfan is getting handsomer as she grows older."

"Indeed, he is even more handsome than Song Rong when he was younger."

...

The Song family at this time.

Lin Qiao sat in the main hall to draw drawings. When she heard the sound, she turned her head and looked over, and said in a daze: "Uncle, why are you back early?"

"I told my master to come back to cook early and go early later." Seeing that her legs were naturally hanging, Song Tingfan found a small stool to put it under her feet, then raised her legs and placed it gently on the stool.

He said again: "Sister-in-law, I'm going to cook."

Before Lin Qiao could say anything, he hurried out of the main hall. She pursed her lips and smiled, then her eyes fell on his cloth bag, and she was a little out of line.

She reached the needle and thread basket, put on threads of the same color as the cloth bag, then took out the things in the cloth bag, and slowly began to sew.

After a while, I put the things in and placed them in the same position as before.

She continued to draw the drawings, but she didn't know how long she had been there. Lai Cai and Jinbao shouted at the door, and she turned her head and looked over. A carriage was parked at the door, and then the owner of the cloth shop got off the carriage.

She quickly scolded the two dogs, "Cai, don't bark when you enter the treasure."

As she said that, she struggled to get up and slowly moved out, "Boss, why are you here?"

Seeing her limping, the boss waved his hand and told her not to move, "What's wrong with your foot?"

"I fell up the mountain." Lin Qiao saw Song Tingfan coming out and said again: "Tingfan, go and pour out the bowl of hot water."

Song Tingfan nodded, but did not go immediately, but helped her sit down before going to the kitchen to serve water.

Lin Qiao likes to drink warm water, so she often keeps warm water in the small stove.

Song Qinshi was busy with the dishes from the pot and asked, "Who is here?"

"My sister-in-law sells the drawings." Song Tingfan put some honey in his eyes, stirred it with chopsticks, and then took it out, put a bowl in front of the boss and a bowl in front of Lin Qiao.

Then he obediently left the main hall and saw the coachman at the door, and he entered the kitchen again.

The boss took the carriage all the way, and was indeed a little thirsty. He picked it up and took a sip, "It's a little sweet, where did you buy bee candy?"

"The uncle is looking for points in the mountains." Lin Qiao raised her hand and changed the cloth bag in a different direction.

At this moment, a voice came from outside, "Child, no need, drink it yourself."

The two looked over to the door. The boy was handing water to the uncle. The boss smiled and sighed: "I understand that you want to raise him. This child is sensible and has a good heart."

As he said that, he paused for a moment, and then joked, "Let's just wait for two years to visit my daughter."

Knowing that she was joking, Lin Qiao also responded with a smile, "Success, come when my uncle is old."

"Then I'll take it seriously, don't say I can't bear to leave it in the future." The boss couldn't stop smiling.

After the two of them talked for a while, the boss talked about the main business, "There is a cloth shop in the county town who wants to see you, and they say it's about patterns. I think it's a money-making person, so I'll tell you."

If Lin Qiao hadn't been to the town for too long, and she would have to worry about the pattern in the county town, she wouldn't have said who made the pattern.

But in this way, she was kind to Lin Qiao, and Lin Qiao would remember her love.

Lin Qiao knew in her heart, and she didn't even put on her clothes, and her eyes were delighted, "Really? Thank you so much for the boss."

"I was injured during this period and spent a lot of money. I don't know what to do. I didn't expect that my boss would tell me this happy event."

The boss thought she believed her words, and felt relieved and praised with a smile: "You are the one who has the ability. That cloth shop is very big. I guess a drawing will give you money."

"However, you may have to keep your legs for a while."

"Legs, I've been raising them for many days, and nothing is wrong. It's just that my uncle and grandma don't let me move around." Lin Qiao knew the best chance as an actor. She didn't seize some opportunities, and she might be gone after waiting for a few days.

When she was an extra, she wanted to act even if she was a dead person.

The boss didn't know how deep the leg was injured, and thought it was almost done. "Then I'll take you there."

She said a little lowered and said, "They were very anxious and said they were showing the model clothes for the county magistrate's wife. If you grasp it well this time, you will definitely benefit."

No wonder the boss was so anxious to find her. Lin Qiao agreed, "Okay."

Then she said, "Did the boss still accept my drawings? I have saved a lot of them at home recently."

As he said that, he shouted outside, "Uncle, please help me bring the drawings in the house."

"Okay." There was a response outside, and soon Song Tingfan came in with the drawings, put them in front of her and went out again.

The boss looked at the drawings and became more and more happy. "Why did you draw so many patterns, and the styles are not heavy?"

There are nearly eighteen drawings, all of which are long-sleeved spring styles. I think that rural people have to work, most of them are short-sized styles, but they have a little more beautiful than ordinary short-sized styles. In short, it won’t be very ordinary at first glance.

"I don't know anything else, I just think about this." Lin Qiao felt embarrassed to pretend to be praised.

"This is much better than me."

The boss didn't tell any lies. If Lin Qiao opened a cloth shop, she would definitely make money. Thinking of this, she tentatively said: "Do you want to open a cloth shop?"

The two have a relationship of interests. If the conflict of interests means that the relationship breaks down. Lin Qiao shook her head, "I don't know much about the cloth shop. If I have some money in my hands in the future, I will open a food shop."

Seeing that she didn't have the heart to open a cloth shop, the boss looked much more sincere and agreed: "The food shop is making money, this is good, I will definitely come and support you when the time comes."

The two of them said that the meal was served. Lin Qiao kept the boss and the coachman for lunch. After the meal, the boss paid nine taels of silver and left shortly after that.
Chapter completed!