In the afternoon, it started drizzling. This rain lasted for four or five days, and it was the longest rain in summer. Water was obtained in the fields and the fields, and the number of people grew better in the past few days.

The first small cabbage seedlings planted by Lin Qiao can be eaten. At that time, the seeds were scattered one-quarter of the land, and now they are densely packed and cannot be eaten in the short term.

Lin Qiao planned to pick it and send it to the town for sale.

This morning was also Song Tingfan's rest day.

The four of the Song family went to the field to pick cabbage. After Song Rong's care these days, he could walk more than ten steps without crutches.

"Grandma, just stand and watch us. Don't pick it. Be careful to hurt your waist." Lin Qiao, wearing green and white clothes, held a basket in her left hand and picked it with her right hand. There was a little mud on the back of her hand.

Song Rong did not show off his strength, but felt that he could do it. "No, I'm squatting."

Song Qinshi smiled and arranged the flower arrangement, saying, "Qiao'er, let your grandpa do it, it's not a heavy job."

"This little cabbage looks so good, it should be sold for twenty cents of copper coins."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao looked at the boy next to her, "It's all my uncle who is diligent and waited for the money to buy a piece of clothes for my uncle."

"Sister-in-law, I don't want it." Song Tingfan shook his head.

It was not cost-effective to wear ready-to-wear clothes, so Song Qinshi put the dishes in her hand into the basket, "Qiao'er, I'll make it for Niu Niu when I pull up some cloth."

"My lady, I have eyes." Lin Qiao said dissatisfied.

Song Qinshi smiled sincerely, "What are you doing with clothes? I'll give you money later. I'll bring you some fabrics to you."

"My grandma, I don't need it. I have several clothes."

"My grandma is not without eyes. You have several scars in your clothes."

“It can still be worn.”

"What can I wear? Qiaoer listens to Grandma's."

...

The cabbage was packed with three baskets and weighed it for seven pounds and three ounces.

Song Tingfan and the actor put them in a basket, and then drove to the town with Lin Qiao in a donkey cart.

It was just the time to arrive in the town, and the streets were filled with stalls. The two of them walked from the street to the end of the street and walked twice before they saw an empty seat.

Fortunately, Song Tingfan was quick to move, and if he was about to be occupied by the hen seller, he would be occupied by the hen.

The weather after the rain was no longer hotter, but it was sweating all over when it was over. Lin Qiao reached out and pulled the clothes on her back, making it feel breathless.

Song Tingfan wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted at the top of his throat: "Fresh cabbage, four cents per pound, buy two pounds and get one pound."

In the village, vegetables are usually 20 cents per pound, while in the town, three cents per pound, but most of them are 20 cents per pound.

He is really smart. He saw her sell it once last time, and this time he will be "actual" himself. Lin Qiao looked as pleased as an old mother.

The child is smart and well-behaved.

The little cabbage is really fresh. Many people came to buy it, but in a short while, one pound was left.

Suddenly a woman's voice sounded, "How to sell this little cabbage?"

"Four pounds per pound, the last pound is counted as three of you..." Song Tingfan looked up and his voice stopped abruptly.

It is the third aunt, Song Liu.

At the same time, Song Liu saw that it was him, so he picked up the dish and stuffed it into the basket without hesitation, "Oh, it turns out that it was you who swears. I took this dish away."

"No." Song Tingfan reached out and wanted to take it out.

As a result, Song Liu directly slapped him and slapped him in the arm, "Eat your handful of food to save you."

Lin Qiao frowned, reached out to grab the vegetables, and threw them directly on the ground, "Uncle, let's go home, we don't want the rotten vegetables, keep them for the rags."

Song Liu's anger came to anger, "Widow Song, do you believe me or not?"

The stalls around him looked over and the young woman buying vegetables bent down to pack up, "Aunt 3rd, this dish is rotten, there are wormholes, it can't be eaten anymore, but it will be rotten if you eat it."

"Who do you think is heartbroken!" Song Liu felt that Lin Qiao had become sharp-tongued.

Lin Qiao looked innocent and aggrieved, "My third aunt, I didn't say anyone is rotten. I just said that after eating rotten vegetables and leaves, they will rotten their hearts."

"Don't think I can't hear you're saying that I'm so useless. There are no insects in this dish, it's obviously good." Song Liu's mind was spinning very fast.

"This dish is good. Why didn't my third aunt give money and beat my uncle?" Lin Qiao asked her lightly.

Song Liu was choked for a while, and after a while, he held it all the way, "I am your third aunt, so I should be filial to me."

"The third aunt will lend us some money, and my uncle and I will live on this little food." Lin Qiao's tone became much lower, looking like she was "difficult".

"I won't borrow it!" When Song Liu heard the introduction, of course, he subconsciously refused.

The enthusiastic old man next to him spoke to Lin Qiao, "I'm afraid it's wrong for you, the third aunt. People live on this little food, but do you want to give money?"

"I see you are dressing well, and you are missing these few coins?"

"It's all your business, it's a damn old man." Song Liu said "sigh".

Unexpectedly, the son of the enthusiastic uncle was the man selling vegetables next to him. When he heard his father being scolded, he sternly said, "Who are you scolding?"

"If you are disrespectful to my father, don't blame me for beating a woman!"

Song Liu did not dare to stand it anymore, so he picked up the basket and left angrily.

Not long after, the surroundings were talking and talking.

"How could there be such a third aunt? They all live on food and want to get their food."

"She is from the street of Shengxiang. I heard that she offended the neighbors around her,"

"There must be a problem with this kind of person."

...

Lin Qiao picked up the vegetables on the ground, patted them a few times, put them in the basket, and planned to take them home to make dumplings.

"Uncle, are we happy to make dumplings later?"

Song Tingfan grinned and said, "Happy, I'm happy whatever my sister-in-law does."

Lin Qiao couldn't help laughing, "Get it done."

Then the two went to the cloth shop. Of course, the eight pictures were made by Song Qinshi, and Lin Qiao dug out a few drawings.

This time, before she could speak, the owner of the cloth shop said, "You are finally here, I have something to do with you!"

"What's the matter?" Lin Qiao was slightly confused.

"You and I go into the inner room." The boss lifted up the curtain and signaled her to go in.

Lin Qiao looked at Song Tingfan, and Song Tingfan said sensiblely: "Sister-in-law, I'm waiting for you outside."

"Okay, go and have a bowl of noodles." Lin Qiao gave him all the money bags and then went into the curtain.

The boss didn't go around with her, "I took over the business of a family in Jiangtong Town. This time I prepared clothes for winter. I chose a variety of styles for them, but they didn't look down on them."

"I just want to ask you if you can figure out the style of clothes? Don't worry, after things are done, I will give you a tael of silver."

Lin Qiao's eyes lit up slightly, "Do you have any requirements?"

"It's nothing, they just said that the styles in the past were too old." The boss shook his head. She was not sure whether Lin Qiao could do it, but just treated it as a living horse.

She has found many embroidery ladies but can't do it.

This single business is a big business of the cloth shop and can make a lot of money.
Chapter completed!