Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 147 - 142: Widow Song Is Getting More and More Lively

Chapter 147: Chapter 142: Widow Song Is Getting More and More Lively

Mrs. Xue gave her thirty cents, "Use the extra to buy something for Tingfan to eat. Thanks for handling this for me, young lady."

She felt more fondly towards Lin Qiao, no wonder Tiedan kept mentioning Madam Tingfan recently.

Lin Qiao only accepted twenty cents, "Madam Zhou, don’t be so formal with me. I might need your help in the future."

"Just come to me if you need anything. I don’t have much work to do anyway." Mrs. Xue, known for her straightforwardness, said nothing more.

Heh, others in the Zhou Family think she’s simple-minded, but that has its perks, less likelihood of causing trouble.

Lin Qiao could tell Madam Zhou Tiedan’s personality quite well, "Okay."

The two weren’t very familiar with each other, so after discussing matters and exchanging a few more words, Mrs. Xue left.

Song Qin was sifting rice ash in the yard with a basket, "What did Tie Dan’s sister-in-law want?"

"Asked me where my uncle’s mask was bought."

Mentioning Song Tingfan, Lin Qiao suddenly realized she hadn’t seen him all morning, and added, "Where did Uncle go?"

"He went to town to sell meat. He got up before dawn and even told me not to wake you up." Song Qin chuckled and added, "No worries. Your grandpa went with him."

Lin Qiao nodded, looked up at the sky, and said, "Grandma, I’m going to buy a fish for lunch. Uncle and Grandpa should be back soon as well."

"All right," Song Qin replied.

Lin Qiao carried a basket and left the courtyard, crossing a small bridge. It seemed the snow had damaged the wooden bridge, making it shaky and difficult to walk on.

Wonder when the village will fix it.

After crossing the bridge, she passed by the Li Family’s door. There was a nest of chicks at the entrance, chirping continuously.

At this moment, Mrs. Li came out with a bowl of water, saw her, and snorted, then poured the water near her feet.

Still holding a grudge over the family chickens being eaten by a weasel, she surely thought it was this unlucky widow’s fault.

Lin Qiao glanced down at her shoes, which were somewhat wet, then casually lifted her foot and lightly stepped into the water, splashing Mrs. Li’s pants.

She acted as if nothing happened, greeted with a smile, and looked at the chicks, sincerely concerned for the Li Family, "Granny Li, buying more chicks? Keep an eye on them this time, don’t let the weasel get them, it’d be a shame."

Before Mrs. Li could speak, she added, "I’m off to buy things, won’t chit-chat with you, Granny Li."

By the time Mrs. Li realized, she’d already walked far away, "You unlucky widow, what did you say! It’s your chickens that will get eaten by a weasel!"

Someone working in the fields nearby glanced over a few times, an elderly woman pulling grass shook her head, "The Li Family is troublesome; whoever they’re around has bad luck. Madam Tingfan kindly reminded her, and she responded with curses."

She thought of something and told her grandchildren, "Don’t play with the Li family’s kids, you might pick up bad habits."

The children nodded obediently.

...

Lin Qiao weighed four pounds of fish and walked back home, suddenly remembering that they were out of chili at home. So she changed direction towards the village entrance and bought a few pounds of dried chili from the Fan family.

While paying, a voice suddenly interrupted, "Widow Song, your leg’s not lame anymore?"

Niu Er lazily leaned against the wall, chewing on a blade of grass, looking at her.

Just hearing the voice, she knew who it was. Lin Qiao didn’t look at him, paid, and left. Who knew Niu Er would follow her, "Widow Song, I saw you put an egg under the vegetables. You must have stolen the Li family’s eggs."

Thinking she’d be scared, he smugly added, "Call me brother, and I’ll keep your secret."

"Who would believe you?" Lin Qiao glanced at him mildly.

Niu Er was taken aback, "Who wouldn’t believe it if I said it?"

"Then go ahead and say it."

Lin Qiao wasn’t afraid of his threats at all. She paused and added, "If you dare climb over my wall again, it won’t just be a broomstick." With that, she left.

Watching her sway away, Niu Er snapped out of his daze and smacked his lips a few times, Widow Song was getting more impressive.

It was much more fun than before. In the past, she didn’t even dare to speak up.

He excitedly whistled.

"Niu Er, Widow Song’s butt is really round." His crony, Zheng Gang, squinted at the departing silhouette, and added two words, "and big."

Niu Er kicked him irritably, "Don’t even think about it; Widow Song is mine."

"Niu Er, are you seriously going to marry a widow? Your dad would kill you." Zheng Gang rubbed his leg in pain.

"My dad said if I behave, he’ll help me propose to the Song Family." Niu Er kicked a stone on the ground with satisfaction.

Zheng Gang whispered, "You don’t mind that about Widow Song?"

"None of your business, I like it, I’m happy." Niu Er rolled his eyes at him, then sauntered away.

What did he know, Widow Song’s figure was much better than other women in the village.

...

When Lin Qiao got home, Song Ting and Song Rong were back. As soon as Song Ting saw her, he ran over with Lai Cai and Jinbao. He took the basket from her hand, smiling brightly, "Sister-in-law."

"All sold out?" Lin Qiao smiled.

Song Ting nodded, took out a money bag from his pocket, and reported, "We sold everything for one hundred and fifty-nine cents. I bought Grandpa two buns and two pieces of flower cake, so now we only have one hundred and forty-five cents left."

"No need to give it to me. Uncle, just keep it on you. I trust you won’t spend recklessly. Just keep it," Lin Qiao said, looking like a content elder as she patted his shoulder.

Song Ting hesitated for a moment, but followed his sister-in-law’s instruction and kept the money and obediently promised, "I won’t spend it recklessly."

His obedient "son" appearance touched Lin Qiaoxin’s heart, "Even if you do use it, it’s fine. If you want to eat something, just buy it yourself. If there’s none left, just tell me."

"Okay." Song Ting nodded with a bright expression.

Lin Qiao remembered something and said to the three family members, "Uncle, Grandpa, Grandma, be careful when crossing the bridge. It wobbles, and I almost fell earlier."

The family usually had to cross the bridge to go out, otherwise, they’d have to take a much longer route to get to the village entrance or elsewhere.

"We should be careful; there’s no railing on the bridge. If you fall, it would be a big problem," Song Qin agreed.

Song Ting looked at the bridge not far from the entrance. He went inside, grabbed a hammer and nails, and said, "I’ll fix it."

"Uncle, can you manage?" Lin Qiao thought it would be better to fix it; otherwise, it would be troublesome if someone from the family got hurt.

Song Ting nodded, then went out.

The bridge wobbled because the piles below were loose and needed fixing.

He ran into the yard, retrieved several round logs, split them in half with an axe, then borrowed a large hammer from the Wang Family to pound several times at the bridge’s supporting point from above and finally stabilized underneath with five half logs around the piles.

Seeing this, the Wang Family came out to help, after all, everyone needed to cross the bridge.

With more hands, it only took two or three moments to finish, and the bridge didn’t wobble anymore.

Old Man Wang wiped his sweat and said, "It’s finally done. Sigh, when will the village replace this bridge? Wooden bridges just have problems after being used for a long time..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Song Ting continuing to knock, "Tingfan, is there still something wrong there?"