"A brush? The worst twelve essays, the better 18 essays, and the better one is more than one hundred essays."

The shopkeeper introduced her one by one and said, "The price of ink is a unified price of twenty cents per piece."

One piece is just a small piece, and it is estimated that it can only last for half a month.

Lin Qiao thought about it in her mind, twenty-seven, eighteen, and a total of thirty-six. "Shopkeeper, I want an eighteen-word brush, a piece of ink, and fifteen pieces of rice paper with two words. Can I send five more pieces of rice paper?"

"How can I do it? I haven't made so much money from five pieces of rice paper and ten pieces. Two pieces can only be given two pieces." The shopkeeper shook his head quickly and said.

"Shopkeeper, please give me five. I will buy it from you next time. My uncle just went to school and I have to buy a lot of things from now on." Lin Qiao's eyebrows slightly bent.

I have to say that people are pretty and bargaining preferentially.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, looking like he was suffering a loss, "It's like you'll sell it to you at a loss for the first time you bought it."

"Thank you, the shopkeeper." Lin Qiao immediately paid the money, and there were more than thirty pennies in her purse.

After leaving the book Pavilion, she spent fourteen yuan to buy a fish. It was getting late. When she passed by the entrance of the town, she glanced at the donkey cart in the village.

Forget it, save two cents to buy sprouts for the villain.

Alas, she finally understood the feeling of being a father and a mother.

There are still many people rushing home now, and there are several in the same village. She followed them and probably rushed for a day. Everyone was tired and didn't talk much on the way.

Halfway through the walk, the donkey cart in the village suddenly came, several empty seats, and a woman waved, "Brother Ma, I want to do it."

Then several other people were about to sit down. When they saw Lin Qiao not moving, the woman in blue cloth greeted, "Sister-in-law Tingfan, let's sit together."

Lin Qiao smiled and shook her head, "You guys go first, I'll take your time behind."

Everyone knows why she didn't make a donkey cart to save the two copper coins, and they didn't say anything.

The coachman Ma Fan called her, "Sister-in-law Tingfan, sit down, don't have copper coins, go back together."

"Brother Ma, no need, you guys go first."

Lin Qiao smiled and refused. If she sat down, the village of Gaiming would be spread again. It would be okay for her to not affect the disagreement of Ma Fan's family.

Ma Fan's wife was also on the donkey cart. Originally, Ma Fan said her face was a little ugly, but Widow Song refused, and her face looked much better.

"Sister-in-law Tingfan, let's go together. It's dark if you walk back like this."

"Yes, let's go together."

Others followed and persuaded.

Lin Qiao refused again, so she got on the donkey cart. The donkey cart was not very fast, but it was much easier than walking.

The sun was about to set, and the donkey cart had just arrived at the entrance of the village. Lin Qiao was about to get off the donkey cart when suddenly the young man's happy voice sounded, "Sister-in-law."

She turned her head and looked over. The boy ran over from under the tree at the entrance of the village. His handsome face had a thin blush, probably because he had been sunburned for a long time.

His eyebrows seemed to be very happy with the curve of his eyes.

It was indeed a child, she replied dotingly: "Uncle."

Everyone was a little surprised that the two had such a good relationship.

Ma Fan smiled and joked, "Tingfan, are you here to pick up your sister-in-law? Have you cooked the meal? We'll go home with you for dinner after that."

Song Tingfan nodded shyly, "Okay." As he spoke, he looked at his sister-in-law, but found that her eyes were a little swollen, as if she had cried.

A smile fell suddenly. He was anxious to ask, but he could hold back so many people.

Ma Fan laughed "haha" and said, "Forget it now, we will come and eat when you get married in the future."

Lin Qiao smiled and said, "As long as." She took a piece of paper to Ma Fan's wife, "We'll go back first."

Ma Fan's wife thought that Widow Song could be a good person, and at least she didn't make it up to the car with confidence. She pretended to be unhappy and forced her back, "If you say no, don't want it, you'll be angry if you want it."

"We're leaving and come to my house to sit there when we have time."

The couple left in a donkey cart, and the others said to each other and left.

...

Song Family

Lin Qiao's feet were sore, she sat on a stool and pinched her calf, asking Song Tingfan casually, "Uncle, are you prey again?"

Song Tingfan nodded, "Yes, I hunted a pheasant, but I was still alive."

"Oh, my uncle is so awesome." Lin Qiao praised with her eyebrows and eyes.

Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the swelling became more obvious. Song Tingfan bit his lower lip, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"Um?"

Lin Qiao hadn't reacted to the fact that she was performing a crying scene in the town. After a while, she realized what he was talking about.

She raised her hand and touched her eyes, "It's nothing, when I come back, the ashes blow into my eyes, rub them for a while."

She could have taken the opportunity to sell a miserable situation, but she suddenly couldn't act it when she faced the boy's worried expression.

Conscience was condemned.

"Does it still hurt? I'll show you my sister-in-law." Song Tingfan didn't think much, believed her words, and he leaned closer, as if he wanted to see her eyes. Is there anything wrong with me?

During these days together, Lin Qiao felt that the villain was a little twisted and didn't let him watch it. I guess he would always be worried.

She looked up and her eyebrows raised, "Uncle, look, it's okay."

Song Tingfan looked at it seriously and then, finally relieved, with a smile on his face, bara and bara began to talk about the hunting incident today, "Sister-in-law, I almost let the pheasant fly today..."

Lin Qiao listened to him carefully. When she heard it was funny, she laughed twice, and the atmosphere was a little warm for a moment.

After resting for about a quarter of an hour, Song Tingfan went to bring in the food. Lin Qiao looked at a large pot of Houttuynia cordata, and she burst into laughter, "Uncle, are you going to hold your sister-in-law to death?"

Song Tingfan quickly shook his head, "No."

He lowered his head and said embarrassedly, "Sister-in-law, you like to eat."

Lin Qiao picked up a chopstick to eat, then blinked her eyes, and said in a tone of coaxing the child, "Sister-in-law bought meat."

"Make dumplings for you tomorrow."

Seeing her laughing, Song Tingfan also smiled silly, picked up the bowl and slapped a big mouthful of rice, "Okay."

I thought to myself that he would be more diligent and let his sister-in-law eat meat every day.

At night, Song Tingfan relied on the faint moonlight to weave bamboo strips under the window.

He had to spend a lot of money on his studies and could not let his sister-in-law make money alone.

Lin Qiao didn't sleep here, but she didn't do anything. She lie in bed and wanted to make money, and how to make money quickly.

Now I am poorer than when I first came, and I still owe tuition fees, which makes me so worried.

After thinking about it, I had the urge to sell myself.

Of course it's only a moment.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a loud noise outside, followed by a very small voice, “This… is short…”

Lin Qiao opened her eyes suddenly and got out of bed immediately. Before she could open the door, she heard the sound of the door opening next door, "Who?"

Song Tingfan's voice.

Then she opened the door, and the black shadow in the yard faintly looked at the wall in his direction, probably understanding.

Someone came to climb over their courtyard wall.

These bad guys.

Suddenly, I understood the collapse of the original body, and was worried day and night, and there were rumors everywhere. How could a woman from a native feudal dynasty bear it?

However, it was not right for her to expose this anger to the villain.

It probably corresponds to the saying that a pitiful person must have something hateful.

If he didn't teach these people a lesson, he might have to come. However, before she could take the next step, she saw the shadow lifting something. Judging from the shape of the slapped bucket, he then put a stool and poured it out.

“…”

She found that the villain when she was young was also very tempered.
Chapter completed!