Who says peasant women have no spring

Chapter 102

Li Jinhua didn't expect that Zhu's obsession was money, but she still smiled bitterly at Zhu while feeling angry, and urged her and Li Dashun to leave quickly.

The family left quickly, and when they left the village, they met the village chief. The old fox looked worried, and made Zhu and the others run faster. Li's family also had a broken donkey cart, so they watched the donkey cart dangle and disappeared on the top of the mountain. Finally, Li Jinhua sighed and turned around with a gloomy expression.

"Why, you mother is so upset?"

The village chief stood with his hands behind his back, standing under the setting sun, the afterglow of the sun was rustling red, shining on the village chief's face, making the wrinkles that had crawled up his face more clear.

It turns out that the village head is so old!

He often whispers in my ear that he will die soon and let me take care of the three children. Perhaps, it is not false.

In fact, compared to Zhu's incompetent mother, the village head is like his own father!

Li Jinhua looked at the kind face that was always smiling, raised her eyebrows and said back: "Isn't there still the village chief? If the village chief is here, how could I be upset?"

These words were a bit flattering. Normally, the village chief would have stayed away to prevent Li Jinhua from having any plans, but at this time, the village chief's ears were very comfortable.He glanced at Li Jinhua, and said with a smile, "Really? Then I'll go to your house for dinner tonight. Remember, I want to eat your unique mashed potatoes!"

Li Jinhua's smile stiffened, and she forced a smile: "Village Chief, Dazhong and Mrs. Zhao are waiting for you to go back for dinner!"

Every time the village chief went to her house, she would lose a jar of wine. If things went on like this, sooner or later, the wine cellar of her house would be emptied by this old man.

"What nonsense, they went to see relatives at Zhao's mother's house today, and I was worried that I couldn't cook, so I went to your house to make do with it."

After finishing speaking, the village head really walked towards Li Jinhua's house. Li Jinhua wanted to stop him, but inadvertently saw the smile on his face, which was extraordinarily cheerful in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It seems that as long as she can make Li Jinhua feel embarrassed, the old man will be very happy.Ah smile, very similar to the village head when he saw Lin'er!
In this way, she sacrificed herself, it seemed nothing.

In the distance, smoke is everywhere, and the sound of cattle and sheep can be heard in the field. In autumn, only the stumps of rice are left in the fields. Two or three sparrows are picking up the scattered grains in the field, and then they fly over Li Jinhua's head with a chirp. .The apricot and willow trees in Xinghua Village have been yellow for a long time. The old body of the village head is reflected in the golden field, and it seems that it will soon be integrated with the field.

The sunset is infinitely good, but it is only near dusk!
Li Jinhua sighed for no reason, but shook her head violently. The village head in front of her turned her head and looked at Li Jinhua's appearance. As always, she smiled kindly.

Seeing such a smile, Li Jinhua's admiration was instantly wiped out, and the sharp eyes on the old fox's face made Li Jinhua slap her forehead hard.

It's okay to worry about what the old fox is doing, it's no wonder he has something to do!

In this way, Li Jinhua quickly went up to catch up with the village chief, and when he returned home, the three little ones had already woken up. The art of war made Li Jinhua very helpless.

"Jin Hua, go make dinner!"

The village chief took out an ancient book, and the words "Linglong Bureau" on it made Li Jinhua's eyes sink. Sure enough, before the village chief could say anything, Qin Feng, Qi Yu and Xiaoxin had already approached the village chief. Looking at the book that was yellowed like straw paper, his eyes were burning.

"Want to see it? Let Jinhua cook."

Satisfied, the village head cast a glance at Li Jinhua, saying that he was speaking to Qin Feng and the others.

Qin Feng finally felt sorry for Li Jinhua who lowered his head and did not express his opinion, but this action has already proved his meaning, and Xiaoxin and Qi Yu were not so sympathetic, they looked at Li Jinhua eagerly, and almost cried to express themselves It's so pitiful. It can be seen that their love for the ancient book of the village chief is far greater than that of Li Jinhua.

"Go and go!"

Li Jinhua was depressed, she didn't expect that she could not compare to the book made of straw paper.

Of course, she didn't dare to blatantly say that the book was like straw paper. Last time the village head brought a precious thousand-character ancient book and she slandered it as like a ghostly drawn talisman. An angry Qin Feng ignored her for a long time.And Xiaoxin and Qi Yu didn't know if they saw the fact that as long as they followed Qin Feng, they would not be oppressed by Li Jinhua, they stood on the same front with Qin Feng and kept silent to fight her coldly, leaving Li Jinhua with no choice but to commit Aggrieved, talking and laughing with the three little laughing heartless children.

The men are united internally and have always been external. Li Jinhua can only cook pitifully, and the village chief will pick and choose when the meal is ready. Li Jinhua feels that if she is not in a good mood recently, she will definitely strip the village. Long let him die in the wilderness!

Of course, the village chief returned home in the end. Li Jinhua packed up everything and went into the house. Qin Feng was sitting in front of the house, taking out the silver hairpin that Qian Shi gave to Li Jinhua, and picked out the wick. Instantly brightened up a lot.

Everyone was already sound asleep, and the three little ones fell asleep after arguing with the village chief for a long time.The night was quiet, and the autumn wind rustled through the hall. Li Jinhua hurriedly closed the door, and when she came behind Qin Feng, she saw that he was copying the only copy of the Linglong Bureau brought by the village head.

"Zhongqian!"

Li Jinhua hugged Qin Feng, and spoke with a strong nasal voice.

"Just five more pages!"

Qin Feng stopped writing, Wen Run explained with a smile, and then bought the head to continue his transcription business. Li Jinhua shrugged and felt left out, but he also knew that Qin Feng loved books. Although he was not crazy about books, he loved every book. I cherish it very much.

The wind in late autumn became violent at night, beating the papered wooden lattice windows.The flame of the oil lamp danced a few times, and there was some wind leaking in the room. Li Jinhua looked at Qin Feng's silhouette projected on the wall, earnestly and persistently, with her black hair draped behind her head, floating gently with the wind, and slowly fall.

The lamp was shaking, and Qin Feng rubbed his eyes. It didn't take much time to transcribe the five pages, so soon after Qin Feng finished transcribing, he washed the pen with clean water and put it on the pen holder. Carefully close the book and put it on the bookshelf near the window in the room.

(End of this chapter)