The Strong Wife from Peasant Family Chapter 12

"Cun Zhangyeye, I don't want to do this either. Li Qingling lowered his head, looking as if he was about to cry.

Fame? Compared to his life, his reputation was nothing at all.

Li Qingling did not want to say much and obediently nodded his head.

"Mother, what are you talking about? As long as you are well, you are the best to protect me and my little brother. " Was her mother still pregnant? If anything happened to her, she and her brother would be orphans.

Li Qingling's comforting words made Mrs. Zhao's tears fall even faster, but his heart was still comforting her. After a husband passed away, his daughter had suddenly grown up and became the backbone of the family.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. It's not good for the baby if you cry too much." Li Qingling reached out to help Mrs. Zhao wipe her tears, and comforted her in a small voice, "The next time Grandmother and the others come to bully us, Mother, you will be unyielding. If you are unyielding, they will not be able to do anything to you."

After experiencing this kind of thing so many times, this bun, her mother, would slowly rise up.

If she couldn't get up, then she really had nothing to say.

When Mrs. Zhao stopped crying, Li Qingling got up and went to get a bucket of water, the three of them all washed their faces.

Just as she poured the water in, she saw Liu Zhimo running in with a head full of sweat. Looking at the swelling on her forehead, he pursed his lips and gave her a bottle of medicine: "This ointment can cure the swelling, take this."

After placing the pot down, Li Qingling did not bother to stand on ceremony with him, and extended his hand out to receive, sincerely thanking him.

If he did not run over to find the village chief, Old Li would not have left so easily.

"Next time you encounter something like this, remember to call me. Don't take it head-on."

When he saw her standing at the door with a knife in her hand, protecting her mother and her brother, he suddenly felt a pang in his heart. He felt a pang in his heart because she had to defend her home at such a young age.

Li Qingling looked at him and chuckled, "When you meet people like my grandmother and my Aunt, you have to be more valiant than them, and be more roguish than them, you know?" She sized up Liu Zhimo from head to toe, "You can't, you don't know how to quarrel."

With that, Liu Zhimo's face suddenly turned red. He coughed and stuttered, telling her to find him the next time he had something.

Seeing that he was so persistent, Li Qingling nodded her head, there was someone who wanted to help her, of course she would not reject.

Liu Zhimo gave her a deep look, and turned around. He wanted to leave, but his wrist was grabbed by someone, and when he turned his head to look, he met Li Qingling's eyes.

"Don't go yet, I have something to tell you." Li Qingling let go of his hand and indicated for him to come in.

Doubtful, he lifted his heels and went inside.

"Take a seat first." Li Qingling said to Liu Zhimo, he turned and opened the cap of the bottle, poured some ointment onto his hands, then gently smeared it on Mrs. Zhao's face, and said to Mrs. Zhao, "This is Zhi Moge's medicine, it can relieve the swelling!"

Mrs. Zhao felt the coolness on her face, and when she looked at Liu Zhimo, she thanked him.

Although Liu Zhimo's parents were gone, Liu Zhimo was still a good child. If their daughter marries in the future, the two of them should be able to live in harmony.

Liu Zhimo said that he would not hold back, and when he looked at Li Qingling who was busying himself with his work, his eyes looked a little profound.

"Hold on …." Li Qingling helped Li Qingfeng apply the good medicine, he extended his hand out to close the lid and was stopped by Mrs. Zhao. Mrs. Zhao took the ointment from her hand and poured it on his hand, then helped her wipe it, "You, you forgot to wipe the ointment on yourself."

Li Qingling laughed, and after screwing up the medicine, he turned and handed it over to Liu Zhimo.

Liu Zhimo shook his head and did not accept it. He merely told them to continue using it.

After thinking about it for a moment, Li Qingling decided not to decline and kept the medicine.

"Mother, did you send a wild chicken to Zhi Moge?" Before she could even ask Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Liu and the others had already come to find fault with her.

Mrs. Zhao nodded, "I've asked Xiao Feng to bring him over."

Thinking about the wild chicken and fish at home, Liu Zhimo's eyes flickered, "Little sister Ling, this wild chicken …" The mountain where their village was located had very few prey, let alone such a fat wild chicken.

Where did she get it?

"Xiao Feng, go sit outside. If anyone comes, call them." Li Qingling turned and instructed Li Qingfeng. He didn't want others to know that the Matsuyama had prey.

People should not kill themselves. Her family was so poor that they could barely live on. Of course, they had to take care of her first.

Liu Zhimo was her little fiancé, so he had to repay him to her family.

Li Qingfeng acknowledged his presence, then ran out and obediently sat down at the entrance of the courtyard.

So cautious? Liu Zhimo's expression became serious.

"Zhi Moge, I wanted you to stay because I want to talk to you about the wild chicken." Li Qingling sat down and looked Liu Zhimo in the eye, "After hearing this, you have to keep it a secret for me."

"Of course …" He wasn't a savior, so how could he be so generous?

Knowing that Liu Zhimo was a steady person, Li Qingling also assured him, "Two days ago, I made a trip to the Matsuyama. I found out for sure that there was food there, and now I just want to ask you, do you want to go there with me?"

Matsuyama?

He had heard of the Matsuyama, and knew that it was quite a distance from here. He never thought that Li Qingling would be so daring to go there alone.

He clenched his fists tightly and glanced at her. In the end, he was still poor.

"Go!" "His family still had debts to settle. If he didn't go, how could he have the money to pay them?" When are we going? "

Li Qingling thought for a moment, "Probably in two days. I only returned last night, so please allow me to rest for two days." Her body was too weak. If she did not rest well and became exhausted, it would be a heavy blow to his already unstable home.

Liu Zhimo acknowledged his presence and asked a few more questions about the Matsuyama. After answering all of them, left the Li Family with a clear idea of what was going on.

As soon as Liu Zhimo left, Mrs. Zhao spoke out worriedly, "Xiao Ling, Mother doesn't agree with you going again. There's still food at home, we can hold out until the autumn harvest."

The Matsuyama was not so easy to enter. One mistake and he would not be able to return. Her daughter had been gone for two days and she lost sleep for two days. She was worried that her daughter would not be able to return.

This time, she really didn't want her daughter to go again.

Looking at Mrs. Zhao's stomach, Li Qingling bit his lower lip, and said resolutely: "Mother, if I want to go, I have to find a way to survive. It is truly impossible to rely on our family's Bo Tian."

In an era where people relied on the heavens for food, if one day, the heavens did not open their eyes and the land was confiscated, then their family would truly come to an end.

When she was reborn into this small body, she would have to bear the responsibility of this body and fight for her family, creating a way out for her.

"Why not? Aren't we coming this way? " Mrs. Zhao forced out her tears, "Mother will make a few more vials and sell them, I can definitely support you and Xiao Feng."

Her husband was gone. If she lost her daughter, how could she continue living? These two days, she had been on tenterhooks, and she really didn't want to experience it again. She was really scared.

Li Qingling lowered his head, his hands rubbing the corners of his clothes, feeling extremely uncomfortable, but she still had to say what he wanted to say.

"After paying taxes on the food provided by my family, how much can I keep? Even if one drinks porridge every day, it would only last for three to four months. If one day the harvest is not good, one would not even be able to drink porridge. " These words were said heavily, so heavy that Mrs. Zhao's tears could not stop. "Look at little brother, he's so skinny, it would be better if he didn't eat. Furthermore, your baby is about to come out, and there's an extra mouth at home. With just that little bit of food at home, how could it be enough for our family of four to eat? "

Li Qingling let out a heavy sigh. She was truly tired, and did not want to argue with Mrs. Zhao over and over again about whether he should go or not.

But facing Mrs. Zhao's worry, she had no choice but to say.

"Mom, don't worry. I've been there once and I'm already familiar with the terrain there. Nothing will happen to me." If she didn't go deep into the mountains, she wouldn't encounter large beasts, and then nothing would happen to her.

Mrs. Zhao laid on the table, and started crying. Seeing that, Li Qingling did not know how to comfort her.

"Sis, Mother …" What happened to Mother? " Hearing Mrs. Zhao's wails, Li Qingfeng ran in quickly and asked Li Qingling worriedly.

Li Qingling patted his head and laughed bitterly, he did not know how to explain it to him.

"You comfort Mother and tell her not to cry, I'll go cook."

After saying that to Li Qingfeng, Li Qingling walked towards the kitchen with a heavy heart.

She absent-mindedly washed the pot, but just as she was about to dig out the rice, she heard someone calling out to her.

She quickly put down the pot and walked out. Seeing that it was the Village Head's daughter-in-law, she smiled and called out to Grandma Zhou for her to come in.

Madame Zhou walked into the courtyard. Hearing Mrs. Zhao's crying, she sighed in her heart, but still smiled as she handed Li Qingling a basket, "There are a lot of dishes at home. Bring some over for all of you to eat."

Li Qingling saw that the basket was filled with the cabbage and beans, and he smiled as he received it, "Thank you, Grandma Zhou." She took out the dishes and returned the basket to Mrs. Zhou.

"You should try to persuade your mother not to cry anymore. It's easy for her body to get hurt. In this day and age, just live your life." Madame Zhou persuaded him, "I still have work to do at home. I'll be leaving first. If there's no food at home, I'll go to my granny's!"

"Thank you, Grandma Zhou. Take care!"

Li Qingling watched Madame Zhou walk far away before turning around and entering the kitchen. He lowered his head to look at the dishes in his hands and felt slightly warm inside, grateful to Grandma Zhou for her help.

Chapter end