Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 152 - 147: Unwavering Trust in Sister-in-law

Chapter 152: Chapter 147: Unwavering Trust in Sister-in-law

"Silly uncle, there’s nothing to apologize for." Lin Qiao comforted him, patting his shoulder. This child just hasn’t experienced enough; in the future, he needs to be brought out for more practice.

Seeing him still feeling guilty, she added, "Just remember after being taken advantage of once. A few days ago, I also encountered someone giving me less silver coin, nothing to take to heart."

"This is not our fault, there’s no need to blame and guilt ourselves for others’ mistakes. The ones who should feel guilty are those giving less silver coin."

Song Tingfan pursed his lips, and mumbled, "They won’t feel guilty."

"Then we should feel even less guilty. Good and evil will be repaid in the end, uncle. Everyone will be punished for their own actions."

Cough, even Lin Qiao herself didn’t believe these words. If good and evil were truly repaid in the end, Song Tingfan’s entire family wouldn’t have died.

However, she needed to instill the correct values in Song Tingfan, and raise him to be a good youth.

Song Tingfan seemed to somewhat understand, finally nodding, and promised, "Sister-in-law, next time I will be careful when collecting silver coin."

Firmly remembering in his heart that he should not trust outsiders.

Whenever he hit a "wall" in certain matters, he set up defenses, but he was unwaveringly trusting towards his sister-in-law.

After sitting for another half an hour, the cakes were sold out, and as the two began to pack up, Cheng Sheng and Zhou Xiaoli arrived. Zhou Xiaoli was a bit disappointed to see that they were wrapping up, "You’re done for the day?"

Lin Qiao nodded, "Sales were quick today."

Zhou Xiaoli, who came by to buy from time to time, became familiar with them over time.

"I should’ve asked you to save some for me, but I got delayed by some students and arrived a bit late," Zhou Xiaoli said with a warm smile.

Zhou Xiaoli had a scholarly look, extremely fair-skinned, and besides Song Tingfan, was considered by Lin Qiao to be a handsome person. She smiled brightly, "Mr. Zhou, would you like some for tomorrow? If so, I’ll save them for you."

"Alright, save me a jin, I’ll have someone pick it up."

Zhou Xiaoli paid in advance for the silver coin. He thought of something and turned to ask Cheng Sheng beside him, "Would you like a jin? Never mind, I’ll buy a jin for you as well."

"You can just deliver his to the village, sorry for the trouble, miss."

Lin Qiao nodded, "No trouble."

Suddenly noticing something, she quickly shouted, "Watch out," while simultaneously reaching out directly to tug Cheng Sheng.

The next moment, a solid sandbag brushed against Cheng Sheng’s arm, landing in a basin on the table with a "splash" sound.

She sternly scolded the mischievous children not far away, "How many times have I told you, don’t throw things over here! What if you hit someone!"

Last time, this child threw a sandbag and hit her on the head, leaving her momentarily dazed.

The kid wasn’t afraid of her at all, ran up to retrieve the sandbag, made a face at her, and then ran away.

Lin Qiao’s temper flared but she pressed it down, waiting for when Song Tingfan wouldn’t be around to deal with this pesky child.

Unrestrained.

"Mr. Cheng, are you alright?"

It was unclear whether he was frightened or something else, but Cheng Sheng appeared somewhat dazed. After a moment, he shook his head and gently said, "No worries, thank you, Madam Tingfan."

Song Tingfan, holding a spoon, had his gaze fall on the place where Lin Qiao had just pulled Cheng Sheng’s arm, which was a bit wrinkled. He lowered his eyes, feeling inexplicably sullen.

This inexplicable sullen feeling persisted until they returned home. Lin Qiao noticed he seemed listless and assumed he was tired, "Little uncle, go take a nap."

Song Tingfan shook his head, picked up an axe, and prepared to chop wood. Lin Qiao sighed in her heart, this child always liked to show off, as if the household chores had to be done solely by him.

She reached out to pull his arm, taking the stance of a sister-in-law, "We still have some firewood blocks at home, there’s no rush. Go take a nap, be good."

She said as she pulled him inside the house, then closed the door from the outside; before closing, she instructed, "Take a good nap, I’ll check later. If you haven’t slept, you’ll get a spanking." She made a gesture of raising her hand while speaking.

With the door closed, Song Tingfan sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his arm, suddenly grinning foolishly. After a while, he removed his shoes and went to bed.

About a quarter of an hour or two later, Lin Qiao opened the door a crack to take a look at him. The young man was lying on his side, cheeks slightly flushed, looking somewhat innocently cute.

She smiled, gently closed the door again, and turned to see Song Rong bringing in a chicken, "Grandpa, where did you buy the chicken?"

"From the Xu Family."

Song Rong took out a knife and killed the chicken in the yard. Just as he finished, Lin Sheng came to invite them over for dinner, saying they had weighed a few pounds of pork liver at home.

Lin Qiao agreed, and Song Rong, originally intending to call the Lin Family, just handed the slaughtered chicken to Lin Sheng for them to take back and stew for the meal together.

When they went to the Lin Family for dinner, they found out the reason for the meal was that the Lin Family had bought another acre of fertile land.

Lin Qiao grew interested and asked Lin Han, "Dad, how much did you pay per acre?"

"Six and a half taels, originally it was eight taels of silver, but the Jin Family was rushing to move and sold it to me cheap."

Lin Han seemed eager to talk to her more, adding, "If we still had silver coin on hand, I’d have bought another two acres. It could’ve been three taels cheaper in total."

"Does the Jin Family still have fields?" Lin Qiao inquired further.

Lin Han took a mouthful of rice, "Yes, the Jin Family has quite a bit of farmland."

"Dad, could you take me to the Jin Family tomorrow? I’d like to buy one or two acres of land," Lin Qiao said.

As soon as she spoke, the dinner table fell silent, probably surprised by how she had the silver coin to buy land.

Understanding their thoughts, Lin Qiao explained, "I’ve earned some silver by selling cakes and cold dishes, and saved ten or so taels including the silver from uncle’s hunting."

Ten or so taels of silver?

Lin Xushi and Mrs. Lin Wu had their mouths slightly agape, Li Guifen was also shocked, blurting out, "Girl, you didn’t rob money, did you?"

She knew her daughter was selling things in town and had even sent the villagers to help buy a few times. She thought it was possible to save some silver, but never expected she could save so much silver.

Just in about a month, what concept was ten-some taels of silver! In a year, wouldn’t that amount to a hundred or so taels of silver?

Oh my goodness!!

Lin Qiao: "..."

She hadn’t even mentioned the silver earned from drawing blueprints, they’d be even more scared if she brought it up.

Actually, the cold dishes and cakes were only novel for a while; business wouldn’t always be this good.

Food, in this regard, needed continuous novelty, otherwise eating the same old stuff over time became dull.

"I didn’t rob, it’s just business has been decent lately."

Lin Han glared at his wife for talking nonsense, how could their daughter rob, it was because she was capable!

He was genuinely delighted, "Alright, I’ll take you to the Jin Family tomorrow."

...

At night

Li Guifen came out from the kitchen, returned to the main house, and after closing the door, looked at Lin Han weaving a bamboo basket. She asked softly, "Whose name will be on the land daughter buys?" Her voice couldn’t hide the concern.

Lin Han paused his hand, "It should be under Tingfan’s name."

Li Guifen sat on the bed and sighed, "What will daughter rely on in old age?"

"Tingfan looks good now, but once he marries, his wife may complain. Will he still care for her then?"

Lin Han pursed his lips, "Didn’t we agree before? When Tingfan turns fifteen, we’ll bring up the matter of finding someone for daughter to marry again."

"Find her someone honest and give a generous dowry, that’d be fine."