"There are some diggings in the mountains. My grandma and I will prepare to go up the mountain again." Song Rong explained.

Lin Qiao's eyes lit up and she praised, "Grandma is so powerful?"

I have been to the mountains dozens of times, but they have not seen any wild yams.

"I knew it when I was hunting everywhere before." Song Rong was a little embarrassed by his grandson's wife.

Song Tingfan is prone to shyness and seems to be genetic, Lin Qiao can't help laughing, "Then I will go up the mountain with you, Grandpa."

Then I took a hoe and carried a basket and went to the mountain. The place where the wild yam was a bit off, no wonder no one knew.

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

Song Rong obviously had a set of wild yams when he dug. The roots of the yam are so deep, and the one he dug is already taller than the calf, but it has not yet reached the bottom.

After a long time, a whole piece was dug out, which was half of Song Rong.

Song Rong shook the mud and put it in the backpack, then smiled at Lin Qiao and said, "Just dig like this."

Later, Song Qinshi and Lin Qiao also started digging.

The sky became darker and quieter, and the surroundings began to be silent.

It was already dusk, and the three of them wanted to dig in one breath, so they continued to dig while they could still see it.

After two or three quarters of an hour, all the yams in this piece were dug. Song Rong was so tired that he couldn't help but coughed a little or two.

"Grandma, let's go after a break." Lin Qiao said while putting yam.

Song Rong did not show off his strength, and sat on the ground for a rest, but did not forget Song Qinshi. He reached out to help her sit down.

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

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

I dug about twenty kilograms of wild yam, but it was not heavy, but after digging for more than an hour, my waist was really unbearable.

However, it is impossible for the old couple to carry their backs. The old couple is probably even worse than her.

Song Tingfan had already prepared the supper, and Lin Qiao and the other two were probably tired, so they put down their bowls and chopsticks without eating much.

After all the cleaning was done, Lin Qiao went back to the house and lay on the bed. The soreness on her waist made her mutter, "It's so deadly."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Dongdong." Then the boy's voice was accompanied by "Sister-in-law."

Hearing the sound, Lin Qiao quickly got up. She was too strong to stand the waist. She hissed and quickly opened the door, "What's wrong with my uncle?"

"Sister-in-law, I'll press it for you for a while." Song Tingfan took the fire note and looked at her worriedly. When he picked up the basket, he saw her hammering her waist.

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

She suspected that her waist had been injured, and Song Tingfan felt pain as soon as he rubbed her. She couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "Uncle, it hurts, be gentle."

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

Lin Qiao herself didn't know that she felt soreness in her waist.

Song Tingfan paused for a moment, then became much lighter, with a coaxing intention that was not easy to detect, "Sister-in-law, does it hurt now?"

"It's okay." Lin Qiao buried her head in the pillow.

I don’t know how long it took, but Song Tingfan found that she was falling asleep with her head tilted. Her face under the Huozhezi was dim, but she could still see a bit of beauty.

Compared to the daytime appearance, the night is much softer.

Song Tingfan took a long time to see it, and came to his senses, and subconsciously covered his chest.

Very strange.

My heartbeats so fast.

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

"Uncle, you have to be fine." The woman murmured softly, and then returned to silence.

She was talking in her sleep.

My sister-in-law thought about him when she was sleeping. Song Tingfan's heart was stuffed all of a sudden. His face rose slightly, and a very small voice replied, "Okay."

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

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

The villain still has a way of pinching his waist.

Cough, Lin Qiao was certainly not asleep, she just closed her eyes and rested, and then took the opportunity to show off her character "Good Sister-in-law" on the spot.

...

It was already four o'clock at this time, and fog covered the entire village.

Today, when I went to the market, the village was "awakened" earlier than before.

Fortunately, Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan went out earlier and sat in the last two positions of the donkey cart, shaking until three minutes passed in the town.

After getting off the donkey cart, a group of people went their separate ways to occupy the stall. This time, Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan occupied a good stall, the street with the most crowded population.

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

Lin Qiao didn't know that he had taken the stool, "Why did my uncle get the stool?"

"I'm afraid I'll sell a lot of things, I'm afraid it will take a long time to sell." Song Tingfan didn't say that he was afraid that her back pain was hurt.

"It's still my uncle who thinks it thoroughly."

Lin Qiao gave him the stool and signaled him to sit. Song Tingfan gave it to her again, and stubbornly asked her to sit. She couldn't laugh or cry, so she had to obey his wishes.

There weren't many people at the beginning, but not long after, there were more people.

The first one to sell was Song Tingfan's basket, one ten cents a day, and the man bought two directly.

Song Tingfan happily collected the money, and then handed it over to Lin Qiao. Lin Qiao smiled and put it in her purse.

After that, some yam and vegetables were sold, and they were 70 or 80 yuan.

No one asked about spicy dried fish, Lin Qiao thought there was no chance.

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

Lin Qiao looked up and saw the face of a young man. She looked pretty and dressed well. She probably had a thick and low profile.

"Young master, ten cents per pound. This dried fish is marinated and tastes better than salty dried fish. It can be steamed or cooked. If you find it troublesome, you can eat it dry."

"Young master, my sister-in-law's spicy dried fish is delicious."

Song Tingfan replied next to him, his expression was real, so it would not make people feel false.

Jiang Xiaozhou looked at her first. The woman was too pretty. Soon he looked away. He picked up the dried fish and smelled it. It was quite fragrant. He didn't think much about it. "I weighed both of these."

Lin Qiao's eyes lit up and she said to him with a total of five pounds and two ounces of spicy dried fish. She smiled warmly and said, "Fifty-two quotas, young master, just give fifty quotas."

Jiang Xiaozhou nodded and just wanted to pay the money when his friend came over.

"Xiao Zhou, are you optimistic?"

"I'm sure I bought two spicy dried fish."

Hearing the sound was familiar, Lin Qiao looked over and saw Cheng Sheng wearing a crescent robe walking over. She said politely: "Master Cheng."

Song Tingfan followed and 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: "Is this your student?" While speaking, he handed over fifty words to Lin Qiao.

Cheng Sheng nodded, then looked down at the stall in front of him, yam and green vegetables, and he said, "Share five jin of yam."

Lin Qiao glanced at him, and did not ask for the price, as if she was helping them.

Song Tingfan next to him saw her staring at the Master, and his lips were pursed uncontrollably.

He doesn't seem to like the Master.
Chapter completed!