He really took the money.
Li Qinghe suddenly felt that Hu Yanxi was a very good-looking person and liked to be a good person. Just now it was Zhao Wanwan who kept begging for mercy. He didn't say a word, but in the end, seeing that the matter couldn't work out, he jumped out and gave the money instead.
Those present, including Li Fu, would feel that he was reasonable. But in fact, Zhao Wanwan has already done the unreasonable things.
Seeing that Li Fu took the money, Zhao Wanwan wanted to persuade her, but Hu Yanxi pulled her, smiled and said, "Put the things back first."
Zhao Wanwan's tears couldn't stop falling, she picked up her bag, turned around and left.
It seemed that Li Fu was a little annoyed.
Li Fu saw her movements in his eyes, lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.
It was getting late at this time, Li Qinghe didn't plan to stay for long, and the atmosphere in the house was not right, she put the cloth on the table and said goodbye.
The next morning, someone had already come to fetch water. It is worth mentioning that the eldest son of the village chief moved a chair to stand outside the courtyard wall, let them line up, and watched them fetch water.
After Yu Yan and the two came back, they rested all night before recovering, and came over early in the morning with snacks, "This kind of food is delicious, I tasted it when Min Rui and I went to the restaurant, and I specially brought it to you. Come back."
"By the way, I went to see my godmother in the morning. I heard that your house has recruited thieves. I'm terrified. If you really want to recruit thieves, don't chase after them!"
In a blink of an eye, I saw someone carrying water outside the gate, and I felt quite novel. She came in through the back door just now, and now she went out to see with a smile. The people who came were all people who knew Li Qinghe. Will say hi and say thanks.
The third aunt came over with a bucket, put the bucket outside, walked in directly, and turned around to close the door, "Qing He, something happened to your house."
Li Qinghe was dumbfounded, "What's the matter?"
Probably not in a hurry, I didn't look at the third aunt and picked a bucket.
The third aunt lowered her voice, "Early in the morning, your sister and I were going to move out, and they said they moved to her father's place."
Never imagined.
Zhao Wanwan kept saying that she hadn't seen Zhao Tianfu for a long time, and she didn't expect to find him again.
It really is a mother who has milk!
Zhao Tianfu's home is also in Wangcun, but it's not in the same row as Li's, and it takes a quarter of an hour to walk there. It is worth mentioning that Zhao's family used to be wealthy, and they had built green brick and tile houses in the first 20 years, which is much better than Li's yard.
The daughter who had been raised for many years left just like that, and Li Qinghe felt that her father should feel bad. A little worried, he took some snacks brought by Zhou Chengkang and went home.
It was still morning at this time, and when she arrived, Mrs. Qian was making breakfast in the kitchen, there was quite a lot of ping-pong-pong-pong, and she seemed unhappy when she was being beaten. And Li Fu was cutting sweet potato vines by the stone table under the big tree in the yard, and a large pile had already been cut and spread out to dry on the ground.
Seeing her enter the door, he smiled and said, "Why are you back again?" Seeing the paper bag in her hand in a blink of an eye, he shook his head and said, "Keep it for yourself, you are pregnant now, Chengkang specially brought it for you so far away. Come back, how can I have the nerve to grab food with my grandson?"
Still in the mood to joke, it seems that it shouldn't be uncomfortable, Li Qinghe sat over and opened the snack, "Father, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, eat these first."
Li Fu went to wash his hands, picked up a piece and handed it to her, picked it up himself, took a bite, "Is it for Wanwan? I'm fine."
"Don't feel bad." Li Qinghe poured tea for him, "I won't run, and I have no place to run."
Li Fu's eyes turned red, he reached out and wiped away his tears, "You are a good boy."
He stuffed the dim sum into his mouth in two or three mouthfuls, and signaled Li Qinghe to continue eating. He picked up the knife and started cutting again. He looked at Mrs. Qian who was busy in the kitchen, and lowered his voice, "Actually, I can guess that they won't live long if they want money. Like It was said politely, they didn’t even have enough money to go to the county seat, so they didn’t have money to spend on meals.”
"It's just that I didn't expect that she would go to Zhao Tianfu."
In the last sentence, Li Fu's tone was flat, but it could be seen that he was a little disappointed. After all, Wanwan has been raised for many years, and now she turns around and goes back to find her own father, which makes everyone feel bad.
Qian went out with the food and looked at the father and daughter in the yard, "What are you talking about? You can't mean Wanwan?"
"I'll bring snacks to my father." Li Qinghe pointed to the paper bag, "Only those with a guilty conscience will be afraid of being told by others. From now on, in this family, don't mention her. My father's food these years has been treated as food." the dog."
Even if you have a dog, you should be familiar with it after so many years. So is Zhao Wanwan, who relies on this and that, can't rely on herself
Qian Shi still wanted to say more, but Li Fu looked at her with heavy eyes, and she stopped talking immediately. After turning around and entering the kitchen, the more I thought about it, the more angry I was, and I threw out the steamed bun I was holding in my hand, "I also fed the dog all my heart for so many years. I shouldn't have come back..."
Li Fu watched the steamed bun on the ground roll to his feet. After a long while, he bent down to pick it up, and wiped off the dust lovingly, "Since you regret it, let's go!"
Mrs. Qian was crying, but she was stunned when she heard the words, tears hanging on her eyelashes, "What did you say? This year's grain production has decreased, and no one is rich. Are you driving me away now?"
Li Fu looked at his daughter, "The sun will be high in a while, you should go back first."
This is to make her avoid suspicion, neighbors all have eyes, if Li Qinghe comes back, Qian Shi will be driven away, everyone will feel guilty.
Li Qinghe is also well-behaved, and she went out by herself. In fact, she really didn't like Qian Shi all along, and occasionally wanted to let them separate, but Qian Shi was the person Li Fu wanted to be together since he was a child. It can also be seen that she is very accommodating to her, and besides, she is already married, leaving Li Fu alone at home, in fact, she is not at ease, it is good to have someone by her side, even if there is a quarrel, it feels lively.
Not long after returning home, I heard the person who came to carry water say that Mrs. Qian packed her bags and went back to the yard of Qian's family.
That yard has been cleaned up by Youshi since Father Qian left, and now there are people in it, Qian Laixing, who passed the examination as a scholar.
In the blink of an eye, another half month passed, and because of the drought this year, the seedlings in the field were drying up quickly, and Li Qinghe's stomach was getting bigger and bigger. Just when Zhou Chengkang was going to dig sweet potatoes, the magistrate of Lin came again with people.
This year's drought, even if it is a village, the harvest in each field is not the same. He purposely brought someone to see what was going on in Li Qingmiao's field. There were quite a lot of people who came, twenty or thirty people, and they brought their own hoes. After a long time, they dug out all the sweet potatoes and put them in the cellar.
Compared with last year, they planted more this year, but the harvest was only half of last year, but it was enough for the two of them to eat. Looking at the pair of sweet potatoes, Lin Zhixian couldn't stop the smile on his face. The next day came again, and the barley was also cut. In one day, not only the cut was finished, but also all the grains were threshed and sun-dried.
The barley harvest was only half of what it was last year. At this time, there was news that the imperial court had issued an order this year that all towns affected by the drought would have their taxes reduced or exempted. The commercial tax would only be charged 20%, and the grain tax would be exempted entirely.
Throughout August, there has been no better news than this.
The outsiders don't know, but for the people in Wang Village, if they don't pay the grain tax, the grain in the field is barely enough to eat.
Not to mention that there are more sweet potatoes this year. Although they don't have as many sweet potatoes as Li Qinghe and the other two, they are still quite a lot.
Because of the availability of sweet potatoes, the price of food is quite high now. Many people secretly dry the food and move it to the town to sell it. It’s a big deal to eat sweet potatoes. It’s really not good. There are so many sweet potato vines in the house, and they can fill their stomachs. Wait until next year. Food prices should drop, and it will be fine by then.
Zhou Chengkang was not idle even though his family had collected all the food, his mother had not yet confiscated it, and Li Fu, who only had wheat in previous years, had more sweet potatoes this year, so he couldn't keep busy.
Although he was busy, he was very happy. When Li Qinghe sent him food to the field, he looked very happy, "Fortunately, you helped me grow the food, otherwise this year would really be..."
"I'll give you half when the time comes." Li Fu said with a bit of arrogance, "What you say is true."
He didn't move half of them here, he moved all of them to the yard here, because Li Qinghe's yard is big enough to dry grain, and it's closer to his land than the house in the village.
The rest of the village met, and no one wentssip. Anyway, Li Fu is nearly forty this year and only has this one daughter. He will probably rely on her to take care of him in the future, and move food there. As long as he is willing, no one can tell. A "no" word.
The author has something to say: See you tonight.