Everyone laughed and didn’t think in any other direction, simply feeling that the relationship between the uncle and sister-in-law was good.
Lin Qiao didn’t find anything strange. The antagonist’s personality was like this, having a strong dependency on people he was close to.
Probably because of the reason that the family mbers had passed away one after another.
This kind of behavior was a good sign, the antagonist was already dependent on her. As ti goes on, he would beco more dependent on her, thereby her importance would gradually increase.
"Let do it."
She stood up to support Song Tingfan. He didn’t resist, instead, he obediently leaned on her for support and went into the house.
After letting him lie down, Lin Qiao helped him take off his shoes and then covered him with a blanket. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were bright.
He said foolishly, "Sister-in-law, I’m so happy, it’s my birthday."
Lin Qiao patted his head and coaxed, "We’ll celebrate it from now on, go to sleep, there will be sothing to eat when you wake up."
The young man stared at her eyes, sowhat blurred, and finally closed his eyes, falling asleep very obediently.
Lin Qiao clicked her tongue twice, the antagonist’s looks were too unfair, if this were a male and female script, it would be hard not to be moved.
Ahem, luckily it’s a "mother and child" script, otherwise her zero love experience couldn’t handle it.
...
Song Tingfan slept until the afternoon, when the sun began to set.
He got up and rubbed his brow, his ears recovering hearing, as his sister-in-law was talking to soone.
"Where did you go to play today?"
"Went to town, my sister-in-law bought lots of food, Madam Song, have a piece of cake."
It was Zhou Tiedan’s voice.
Song Tingfan quickly got out of bed and went to the main room, where Lin Qiao saw him, her eyebrows slightly raised, "Uncle, you’re awake, just in ti for Tie Dan to find you to play."
Song Tingfan’s gaze fell on the cake in her hand, and he pursed his lips, "Sister-in-law, I... I’m hungry."
He hadn’t eaten much at noon before getting drunk, so it was normal to be hungry. Without thinking, Lin Qiao handed the cake in her hand to him, "Have this for now, I’ll go heat up so food for you."
"Tingfan, I have more here, for you. I specially bought it as a birthday gift, this cake is so delicious." Zhou Tiedan took out a paper packet, inside were two more pieces of cake.
"Thank you." After thanking, Song Tingfan said to his sister-in-law, "Sister-in-law, that’s enough."
After eating three pieces of cake, Lin Qiao was worried that he might harm his stomach from hunger, "Uncle, I’ll heat up so food for you, it will be ready soon."
"I’m full." Song Tingfan didn’t really want to eat anything, especially after drinking, he felt a bit uncomfortable in his stomach.
He ate the cake...
He just didn’t want his sister-in-law to eat Zhou Tiedan’s cake.
If his sister-in-law ate it, she would like Zhou Tiedan more and would start to dislike him.
Luckily Lin Qiao didn’t know what he was thinking, otherwise, she might have sighed about the simplicity of a child’s world.
Song Tingfan didn’t like owing people favors, so he returned the favor to Zhou Tiedan by giving him a slingshot.
Zhou Tiedan was over the moon with happiness, he had been wanting Song Tingfan’s slingshot for a long ti, "Tingfan, let’s go hunt birds."
After pestering Song Tingfan for a while, the two finally went out to play.
Not long after, the sound of children laughing and shouting echoed throughout the village.
...
The scar on her leg had healed, leaving only a pinkish mark. Once Lin Qiao regained the use of her legs, she started working on earning money by making and selling cakes in town.
This thing was new, and at first, many people were curious but not many bought them. Later, when people heard about the taste, more people started buying them.
This thing wasn’t easy to make, so even if others were envious, they couldn’t make it.
In just one month, she earned seven to eight taels of silver. Together with the blueprint, she made nearly twenty taels of silver in a month.
She had the money, but she was exhausted, shuttling between the town and the village every day, causing backaches and even skipping als.
That afternoon, when she got back, she told Song Qin she was going to rest in her room.
For several nights in a row, she hadn’t eaten dinner. Song Qin and others were worried she couldn’t take it, and Song Qin said, "Old man, go buy a chicken to stew tomorrow."
Song Rong nodded, "Alright."
As night fell, a shadow carrying sothing erged from the kitchen and quickly entered the room.
He softly called several tis, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law..."
After a while, the woman on the bed finally responded with a sleepy voice, "What’s wrong?"
"Sister-in-law, I made so soft-centered poached eggs for you, eat them before you sleep."
Song Tingfan lit the fire, imdiately illuminating the room. The woman’s hair was slightly tousled, her expression revealing undeniable fatigue, and a flash of pity crossed his eyes.
He pursed his lips, "Sister-in-law, don’t go selling tomorrow."
Lin Qiao rubbed her temples, gathered her spirits, and took the bowl, "Sales have been good recently, the more I sell, the faster we can buy land, uncle. We can buy land now." Saying this, she looked a bit pleased.
Finally, they could buy land.
Land was the equivalent of a car in modern tis, crucial for discussing marriage prospects. Any family without land wouldn’t have soone willing to marry their daughter into it.
But Song Tingfan wasn’t very happy, "Sister-in-law, I’ll help clear the land after school."
He pursed his lips and continued, "Can you please not work too hard?"
Her parents never cared if she was tired, but surprisingly, the first one concerned about her fatigue was a blackened antagonist. At this mont, Lin Qiao’s heart was complicated.
A bit distressed, a bit ward, a bit touched, and a bit...
A feeling that couldn’t be expressed.
She took a bite of the poached egg, "I’m not tired, the work isn’t heavy."
This perfect chance to "sell sympathy" was unconsciously missed by her again.
"Liar, sister-in-law, you haven’t had dinner for several days." Song Tingfan seriously exposed her lie.
Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh with a hint of teasing, "In uncle’s heart, am I just a liar?"
Song Tingfan fell silent, after a while, he said, "Sister-in-law isn’t a liar, it’s a white lie. You don’t want us to worry."
They said the antagonist was simple, yet he understood everything, had clarity about everything, ahem, Lin Qiao felt it would be hard to fool him in the future.
She smiled, then asked, "I heard from Grandma you had a nightmare?"
A vivid image flashed through Song Tingfan’s mind: a boy stripped and pressed beneath soone, screaming himself hoarse for rcy...
His face turned instantly pale with a touch of terror, but he didn’t want his sister-in-law to worry, so he nodded, "Dreamt of being chased by a dog."
With his back to the light, the dimness obscured his expression. Lin Qiao didn’t see his face, assuming it was a normal nightmare, she didn’t dwell on it.
If only she had noticed sooner, she wouldn’t have left herself with no way out.
"Have you been staying up late, crafting bamboo work?"
How could she not know what he did? The house was so small, it was impossible to hide his weaving.
Song Tingfan quickly shook his head, so nervously he stuttered, "No, no... I went to bed early."
The sister-in-law had said not to do bamboo work, doing it would make her angry.
A child unable to lie.
Lin Qiao sighed internally but didn’t expose him, "That’s good, uncle needs to be obedient."
She then inquired about his studies, and Song Tingfan told her everything in detail, even being criticized for writing wrong characters.
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