Li Qiao snorted: "My eldest brother-in-law carried two kilograms of meat during the Chinese New Year, but I heard you muttering. You said, tsk tsk tsk! A family of five came and just carried two kilograms of meat. They grabbed the mud swallow's mouth and whittled the iron.

The needles and the autumn wind have all come to my house!"

Li Qiao imitated Dong Lamei's raised eyebrows with disdain when he spoke, raised his arms and spit on the ground: "Unfilial descendants!"

At that time, she did not understand the meaning of seizing the mouth of a mud swallow, whittling the head of an iron needle, and beating the autumn wind.

Come back and ask the educated youth.

They say that it literally means snatching mud from the mouth of a swallow, scraping iron from the head of a needle, and scolding people for being stingy. Fighting the autumn wind means being shameless and freeloading on others.

She was very angry, but soon understood that Dong Lamei was a stepmother who had to feed and drink more than a dozen people, so it was inevitable that she would feel resentful.

If you get scolded, you get scolded.

Now that I think about it, she is just a stupid pig!

It is not easy for her to understand that people look down on her sister.

The old lady almost laughed out loud, this was so similar.

Qin Jin also suppressed a smile, why is she so cute.

Dong Lamei couldn't get off the stage, and his face turned red and white: "You kid, what are you doing? Making people laugh."

"Who dares to laugh at you? I'm tired, so excuse me." Li Qiao went back to the house and closed the door.

Dong Lamei smiled stiffly to save face: "This girl got into trouble today. Her grandma, A Jin, has something to do at home, so I won't bother you."

"Stay and have a meal before leaving." Mrs. Qin said politely.

Dong Lamei couldn't stay any longer, her lungs were about to explode with anger. "No, don't send me away. Qiaoqiao, go home when you have time."

She was still polite, but it seemed that Li Qiao was being unreasonable.

...

Li Qiao was almost annoyed to death. The kind-hearted stepmother she thought was actually nudging her secretly. She waited at the window until someone left before she would come out.

Mrs. Qin said: "Qiaoqiao, what's going on today?"

Li Qiao did not reveal much, saying that the discord in the family was too embarrassing. "I had a little conflict with Jinhua, nothing to do with it." She went back to the house and drew several simple vases, using thin bamboo to compare the proportions to make models.

Old Mrs. Qin raised her notebook and squinted at it: "Qiao Qiao's paintings are really good. She doesn't miss a single line or stroke. Your mother-in-law knows how to draw." When her daughter-in-law was alive, she couldn't even hold a hand.

A Jin, who was walking, was almost knocked down by someone else's little girl. When he got angry, he said that when looking for his daughter-in-law in the future, he would find a quiet and inactive talented girl who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

A Jin was taken away on her wedding day. She dreamed about her son and daughter-in-law. The two of them held her for a while and said they were very, very satisfied with A Jin's new wife.

When she woke up, she finished the game! She was so satisfied that she took her away. She didn’t know how long she had been hanging, and she was so frightened that she paralyzed at that time.

I regretted that I had dozed off. If she hadn't been asleep and dreaming, I would have heard the noise and saved her in time.

Later, when it was time to prepare for the funeral, Yu Feng, the person next door, said that the corpse had been faked.

The child moved his hands.

"Grandma, grandma, does Ah Jin look like your mother-in-law? Who has a temper like her? Draw it for me." Li Qiao stepped forward and slapped her.

Only then did Mrs. Qin come back to her senses and smiled: "She looks more like your mother-in-law, and has a temper like your father-in-law, who is smelly and impulsive."

"Grandma, can't you praise me?" Qin Jin was extremely depressed.

"You are beautiful, aren't you?" Mrs. Qin said, lowering her head and starting to twist the straw into a rope.

Li Qiao almost died laughing. He was always praising women. Didn't this make Qin Jin even more angry?

She changed the subject: "Grandma, don't do it yet. The straw will not look good when you twist it. I want to make it into a rope with a pattern and then string it up."

"How much work does that take?"

"It can also be sold more expensively."

"Then you teach me, and I will do it myself from now on. You should read more books when you go to school." Old Mrs. Qin said.

Li Qiao: "Don't be in a hurry about reading."

Grandfather and grandson were weaving after closing the gate three times. Peng Chunhua heard the sound and peered through the crack in the gate. Qin Jin polished the bamboo strips. Li Qiao and Mrs. Qin didn't know what they had in their hands and kept moving. She went home and told

Yu Feng: "It's like making something up."

Yu Feng remembered the lost money and hated the Qin family deeply.

But she didn't dare to offend Qin Jin, so she had to break her teeth and swallow it in her stomach.

Hearing this, he thought for a while and said, "You don't want to sell anything, do you? I heard people say before that Qin Erliuzi's parents were in big business, and his grandfather went abroad when he was young. The old woman must know something, Qin Erliuzi

He often ran out again, saying that he was fooling around somewhere, but maybe they were speculators in the past, or why did they have money for Li Qiao to study?

A high school student in the village said that one semester's tuition plus accommodation fee costs more than five yuan. For daily food, drink, and food, you need twenty or thirty, right? How much does it cost a year? Their family last year had more than 200 work points in total.

We still have to turn in food. How much can we have left?"

"If you put it that way, they might actually have some skills in selling things." Peng Chunhua said.

Yu Feng: "Let's watch first. If they are opportunistic, we report them and ask them to put up signs and parade them through the streets. Then Li Qiao will also be criticized in school, and he might even be expelled."

Peng Chunhua was frightened by Yu Feng's cruelty: "Isn't this bad? They are all from the same village." Let's just forget about the warning from the team. Doesn't parading on the street cost people's lives?

"We are all from the same village. Qin Erluo didn't want to be a human being. He extorted so much money from us." Yu Feng still felt itching with hatred when he mentioned it.

.......

Li Qiao and Mrs. Qin worked hard all afternoon, making three vases of different shapes and a pen holder.

There is a bamboo section protruding from the top of the pen holder which is unsightly.

Old Mrs. Qin said: "This shouldn't be easy to sell. If you can't sell it, keep it for yourself."

Li Qiao: "I don't use a pen holder, so the table looks messy." She scraped little by little with a pencil sharpener and accidentally broke the bamboo.

Qin Jin said: "It's better now. I can't sell it at all. My hard work has been in vain."

"Okay, just give people some cool air." Old Mrs. Qin scolded.

Li Qiao smiled. She used a knife to loosen the bamboo strips on the loose edge, then strung in thinner bamboo strips and twisted them into a flower shape to fill in the damage bit by bit.

Mrs. Qin praised her for a while: "Qiao Qiao's hands are so skillful. Who did he learn this from?"

"I was very interested in hand-knitting when I was a child, and I would think about it by myself when I had nothing to do." Li Qiao thought that it was not a village, so it was okay.

Qin Jin seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Li Qiao met his gaze and immediately looked away, feeling terrified of being seen through.

After dinner, Mrs. Qin lit the oil lamp and continued knitting, while Li Qiao was equally busy.

Qin Jin urged him to take a break twice.

Old Mrs. Qin realized her grandson's intention later and said to her, "I suddenly feel a little sleepy, Qiao Qiao, go to bed early and get up early tomorrow."

Li Qiao: "Oh, I took it back to my room to make it. There is only so much left. I have to finish it in one go, otherwise the texture tomorrow will not be the same as today."

Mrs. Qin: "......"

Li Qiao took the things and left.

After returning to the room, Qin Jin was waiting for her: "It's not done yet?" Was he deliberately delaying it?

"It will be ready soon." Li Qiao hurriedly finished the work, stood up, yawned, poured water to wash himself, and finally blew out the oil lamp.

It was dark before Qin Jin's eyes. By the time he got used to the dark light in the room, Li Qiao had already put on his long johns: "Ah, my stomach suddenly feels uncomfortable. I have to go to the latrine."

Qin Jin: "......"

Li Qiao came back from the latrine, washed himself again, got into bed, and pushed Qin Jin.

Qin Jin: "I'm so sleepy, don't touch me." He waited for her for a long time, whining.

He took a break to think, and she seduced him again.

On purpose?

Li Qiao: "..." He kept urging her, but when she came, he stopped touching her. What's the point?


Chapter completed!