The Zhu family saw that they had just put it down and didn't stay for a long time afterwards. When they left, Old Man Zhu smiled and told him, "Wiping tung oil will be like new. Tung oil is a bit expensive, but it can be used for a long time after brushing this bed."

"The wood on this bed is very strong. Your father-in-law bought it as a tael of silver and a large piece of wood."

Lin Qiao nodded, "Old Master Zhu, where do you buy tung oil?"

"I have it at home. If you are not afraid of Grandpa cheating you, I will sell it to you. I originally bought it for twenty-eight cents per pound, and you can give me twenty-five cents." Old man Zhu smiled.

"Then thank you grandpa." Lin Qiao said gratefully.

It was probably because she was a woman. Old Man Zhu enthusiastically helped her clean the oil bucket. Lin Qiao was grateful to him and stuffed a few meat pies.

Not long after, the Zhu family "repaid" her two pounds of dried peanuts.

The paint was not dry, Lin Qiao took the straw mat and the sun to dry it, took the broom into the house, and swept the floor from inside to outside.

Suddenly she thought of something, she looked at the head of the bed, and the images of several people were still there, and she felt relieved of something.

The villain's bed has been redeemed, and the next thing should be that Renyazi came to buy someone at the entrance of the village.

I can't remember when it was, but before the end of the year.

A quarter of an hour later, she finished packing and went to the main hall. She looked at the dried peanuts on the table and thought about using them to fry them, making some snacks for Song Tingfan.

I went outside to find some sand, poured it into a pot and heated it, and then put peanuts and salt in it.

First stir-fry over high heat for a while, then stir-fry over low heat. Lin Qiao's hands became soft and she shook them several times.

At this time, with a "bang" sound in the yard, something big fell on the ground. She subconsciously thought that the wood in the corner of the wall had fallen, so she went out with a spatula.

The boy was panting, his face flushed, his sweat was clearly visible, and there was a large piece of wood under his feet.

The adult men are generally about the same size, and they have to go out from the yard to the door.

"Uncle, what are you doing when you come back from cutting down a tree?"

Song Tingfan was tired on time and gasped for a while before replying: "Sister-in-law, I want to make a bed for you."

Lin Qiao was stunned for a moment. She had some "pictures" to treat the villain, but the villain did not. He just wanted to be kind to his sister-in-law.

She felt a little complicated for a moment, but she couldn't explain what it was, "Can I do it?"

"No, but I've seen it." Song Tingfan smiled silly, then sniffed, "Sister-in-law, what are you frying? It seems to be muddy."

"Peanuts." Lin Qiao reacted and hurried into the kitchen. Fortunately, she just had a few peanuts paste on the pot.

Song Tingfan then walked in and saw her stir-frying. He washed his hands, wiped it dry, lifted up his sleeves and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll do it."

His stir-fry is much more powerful than Lin Qiao.

After half a quarter of an hour, Lin Qiao picked up a peanut and cooled it for a while. She peeled it and fed it to Song Tingfan's mouth, "Are you okay?"

The fingertips accidentally touched his lips. Song Tingfan's lips moved slightly, and he opened his mouth shyly and ate, "It's still a little bit."

Lin Qiao put the remaining one in her mouth and chewed it for a few times, "Is there still a little bit, fry it for a while."

Song Tingfan's eyes fell from her fingers on her lips, his cheeks became redder, and he lowered his head and continued to stir-fry peanuts.

Lin Qiao didn't pay attention, so she put some salt in. She came over for about a quarter of an hour, and then fryed peanuts and put them in a dustpan and placed them on the table in the main hall to cool down.

While she was washing the pot, Song Tingfan went out to work hard. He went in and out of the main hall several times and found that there were no wooden nails. He entered the main hall again, and then looked through again and found that there was no such thing. He went to his own room to look for it.

The door was not locked, and my sister-in-law entered his room. He was stunned when he pushed the door open, and his eyes were filled with a big bed.

Niu Niu, Daddy makes you a big bed so you can sleep for the rest of your life.

Daddy is so nice.

Hahahaha, Niu Niu, let’s have a good dad.

Dad, can I draw a few villains? There are parents, elder brothers and me.

Let Dad see what Niu Niu has painted. Is this tall and big one?

Yes, Dad is so tall, next to him is Mom, Mom looks very good, this is my brother, this is me.

My Niu Niu is so great. Dad will reward you with a chicken leg at night.

Daddy is so good...

His eyes were sore, he lowered his head, and he held back his tears.

When my mother left, she said that Niu Niu should be strong, not cry, and live a good life with her sister-in-law.

Suddenly he suddenly left the house.

Lin Qiao had just finished packing the pot and was about to untie the seal when she suddenly turned dark and she was immediately held tightly in her arms.

She was stunned, but soon recovered as usual. She raised her hand and patted the boy on the back, "What's wrong with you, uncle?"

She had actually guessed that he saw the wooden bed.

Sure enough, this wooden bed is very important.

She silently praised her wise move.

The boy didn't say anything for a long time, and the young woman still patted him on the back gently.

After a while, the boy let him go, with tears faintly hanging on his handsome face, "Sister-in-law, have you redeemed the bed?"

"Well, I redeem it for some spare money at home. When I sold my uncle's bed, I felt guilty and owed it."

Lin Qiao reached out to hold his face, gently wiped the tears with her fingers, and continued to fool the villain without blushing, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I had no choice at the beginning, you know that there was no silver at home at that time..."

When she spoke, her voice was choked and she couldn't speak.

Song Tingfan never blamed her. At that time, there was indeed no money at home. Even if his sister-in-law didn't propose to sell it, he would propose to sell it.

He just missed the bed his father made for him, and it was the last thing his father left for him, "Sister-in-law, it's not your fault, it's the family."

...

After dusk, Song An sent Song Qinshi and Song Rong back and saw Song Tingfan working on wood and cutting it into a long thick strip. "Tingfan, what are you doing?"

"Uncle, I'll make a bed for my sister-in-law." Song Tingfan got up and took a few stools for them to sit on, and asked again: "Have you eaten by grandma and grandma?"

Song Rong said ci-lovely: "I've eaten it, have you and my sister-in-law eaten it?"

"Not yet, my sister-in-law went to the vegetable field to get the vegetables."

After saying that, Song Tingfan went to the main hall to grab a bowl of salt and peanuts, and said, "Uncle, you can eat it."

Song Angkor couldn't eat it anymore after eating, so he waved his hand, "I won't eat it anymore, I'll help you."

He is better than Song Tingfan in carpentry. He picked up the long and thick strips and gestured for a while and started splicing them and fixing them with wooden nails.

After a while, the rough shape of the bed was put together.

He was afraid that the bed would collapse and he stood up and jumped gently. There was no problem, so he started to make wooden boards. The boards did not need to be smooth and were quickly finished.

Song An and Song Tingfan raised one side, carried them into the room, and finally put the board in, lay the straw mats, and then lay the bed sheets.

Finally finished.

Lin Qiao has been cooking in the kitchen now. Although Song An and the others have eaten, she still made more.
Chapter completed!