The Strong Wife from Peasant Family Chapter 3

Li Qingfeng thought that Mrs. Zhao was really dead because of him, so he shouted "Mother" and threw himself onto Mrs. Zhao's body and cried.

Mrs. Zhao woke up under this pressure and when she opened her eyes and saw her living son, she reached out her hands to hug him tightly and cried once again.

"Bullsh * t, how could my obedient grandson push that away …" Pushing Qingfeng, Little Tiger, don't be reckless. " The voice of Mrs. Liu burst out from the crowd, and when the people standing beside her took two steps back, she and Li Qingfu were exposed to the crowd.

Seeing that, Li Qingling climbed over, and gently stroked her back, following her Qi, until she recovered, he then turned his head to look at his, and spoke expressionlessly.

"According to what Milkman said, does Li Qingfu push all of the children in the village into the river? As long as they are alive, you would think that it's okay, right?"

She was trying to cause public outrage so that the villagers could see the face of Mrs. Liu and the others.

Sure enough, right after she finished speaking, the people of the village started pointing at Mrs. Liu, telling the children at home not to play with Li Qingfu.

In the end, Li Qingfu was still an eight year old child.

Mrs. Liu was also a little anxious in her heart, but she had a thick skin.

She sat down on the ground, patting her thigh as she began to howl loudly, "Child, come, you're expensive! Why did you leave so early? My poor child, you came to see just how much your daughter bullied your mother, what a sin …"

The corner of Li Qingling's mouth twitched, he took a deep breath, then knelt down and kowtowed to Mrs. Liu, "Ah, milk, is my father your biological son? Aren't you afraid that his daughter and son will come looking for you in the middle of the night? "Take a look, take a look …" "Three days ago, my family ran out of food, my brother was so hungry that he cried. When I went to borrow some rice from your family, not only were you guys unwilling, Li Qingfu even pushed me to the wall to take back my life. He saw that I didn't die, so she only wanted to harm my brother; he was only eight years old, how could his heart be so vicious?"

She did not give Mrs. Liu a chance to speak and continued to howl, "Father, without you, we would have been bullied until our deaths. You have come to bring us away, we can't live on anymore!"

As she howled, her tears couldn't help but flow down her face. She was truly heartbroken.

The eyes of the woman in the village could not help but turn red when she heard Li Qingling cry so miserably.

Fifth Ancestor Grandmother calmly pointed at Mrs. Liu and scolded, "Liu Guihua, touch your own heart, where are you off to? It's fine if you don't like them since you were young, but now that he's gone, not only did you not take care of his wife and children, but you even took good care of them.

People in this age all believed that there was a god on top of her head, so when Mrs. Liu heard Fifth Ancestor Grandmother's words, she became afraid. With a pale face, she dared not speak anymore and just pulled Li Qingfu and ran away.

"Milk, don't go. I dreamt of my dad last night. Let me chat with you!"

Li Qingling unwittingly muttered to Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Liu was so scared that she stumbled and fell, but she did not dare stop. She quickly got up and continued to run.

His speed didn't seem like an elderly person at all.

"Hui Niang, open up a bit. Life will always be better." The Fifth Ancestor Grandmother sighed, patted Mrs. Zhao's shoulders and comforted her.

Mrs. Zhao smiled at Fifth Ancestor Grandmother with a pale face, "Aunty Cheng, you've finished."

Fifth Ancestor Grandmother slightly nodded her head, her eyes looking at Liu Zhimo who had been silent this whole time, and quickly said, "Oh, Hui Niang, you have to thank him for the ink, if not he will jump into the river and fish up the little brat, if not … …"

Hearing that, Mrs. Zhao immediately pulled Li Qingfeng and kowtowed to him.

"Zhimo, aunty thanks you. You are the benefactor of our family."

Li Qingfeng also obediently said, "Thank you, Zhi Moge."

Liu Zhimo was shocked, and quickly helped Mrs. Zhao up, "Aunt, I should have done it." As he said that, he pulled Li Qingfeng up.

When his eyes looked at Li Qingling who was still sitting on the ground with a blank face, he hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still extended his hand out to her.

In fact, when he rescued Li Qingfeng, he was standing next to Li Qingfeng. He reckoned that at that time, she only had Li Qingfeng in her eyes, and thus ignored him.

Therefore, when she was making weird movements towards Li Qingfeng, he was afraid of obstructing her, so he walked towards the side.

Li Qingling was still a little muddled from the howl just now, and when a fair hand appeared in front of her eyes, he was even more at a loss for words for a moment.

Looking up, she saw a white and gentle face. It was him, Liu Zhimo, her little fiancé.

When she saw his wet clothes, she slowly thought back to what the Fifth Ancestor Grandmother had said. He was the one who saved Qing Feng.

Although she was the one who saved Qing Feng, if he didn't pick Qing Feng up, Qing Feng would still be dead.

So it was true that Liu Zhimo was her benefactor.

Seeing that she did not move, Liu Zhimo thought that she was embarrassed. Just as he was about to retract his hand, he saw that she had been grabbed by a thin cocoon.

The corners of his mouth curled up as he pulled her up before letting go.

"Zhi Moge, thank you! and saved my family again. " Her words were not exaggerated at all. If Qing Feng died, Mrs. Zhao definitely would not want to live.

"You're welcome." He glanced at her. "Let's go home. Qing Feng is going to catch a cold."

It was only then that Li Qingling saw Li Qingfeng trembling slightly. She squatted down and wanted to carry him, but was pulled up by Liu Zhimo, "Carry my wife, I'll carry Qingfeng on my back." As he spoke, he bent down and carried Qing Feng on his back.

This was a man with a sense of responsibility, and her engagement was not bad.

She curled the corner of her lips, thanked Fifth Ancestor Grandmother and supported Mrs. Zhao back home.

The villagers who had not dispersed, looked at the figures of Li Qingling and a few others as they walked far away, and started talking again.

"He Mo is a good-looking boy, and his books are also well read. If he were to continue reading, he would be able to become the lord of High Scholars. Alas, that little girl Qing Ling was taken advantage of." Aunt Lai sighed with regret.

Auntie Huang said, "That's not it. If only I had known earlier, I would have given my three girls to him."

Aunt Lai retorted, "With three girls of your family, how could they be worthy of ink like gods?"

"Do you think your plum is worthy of that?" Auntie Huang did not want to be outdone.

Just like that, the two of them began to demean each other.

It was unknown who said it, but the ink was also a pitiful thing. His parents were gone, but there were still younger siblings beneath him. He did not know what would happen in the future!

These words silenced Aunt Lai and Auntie Huang.

The Liu Family was not the Liu Family of the past. Whoever marries Liu Zhimo would have to help him raise two siblings. This was not a good life.

Instantly, they felt sympathy for Li Qingling yet again.

Li Qingling didn't know that he had become someone else's pitiful person. He supported Mrs. Zhao and asked worriedly, "Mother, do you have a stomachache?" Would crying for so long affect the fetus?

Mrs. Zhao rubbed her stomach, and slowly shook her head. This time, the child was very obedient, and didn't feel any discomfort.

That's good, Li Qingling heaved a sigh of relief.

"Sis, I …" I'm not going to the river to play in the future. " Li Qingfeng lied on Liu Zhimo's back, and said guiltily, "Even if you see Li Qingfu, you would avoid it." He was scared this time as well.

Li Qingling patted his little head and said indifferently, "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge …"

"Huh?" Li Qingfeng's face was full of question marks.

She smiled lightly and pinched his face, "So you're saying, when you don't have enough strength, don't go head to head with an enemy stronger than you. When your strength surpasses his, then you can seek revenge, understand?" If she did not guide him, she was afraid that he would become timid because of this.

Li Qingfeng's eyes lit up, he nodded his head: "Sis, I understand."

Li Qingling never would have thought that such a simple sentence from her, would actually be engraved in Li Qingfeng's bones, and would allow him to avoid many dangers in his future life.

"You can also ask Zhi Moge to teach you how to swim. If you encounter something like this again in the future, you will have the ability to save yourself." Li Qingling looked at the side of Liu Zhimo's face, and then laughed and gave him his suggestion.

"Can I?" Li Qingfeng opened his eyes wide and looked at her, "Sis, can I really learn to swim?" If he had known how to swim, he wouldn't have been nearly drowned today.

"It's useless to ask me, you have to ask Zhi Moge, he has to agree."

She knew how to swim and was quite skilled, but in this era, if she dared to swim in the river one moment, she would be drowned by her saliva the next.

Li Qingfeng moved closer to Liu Zhimo's ear, full of anticipation, and asked him, "Zhi Moge, can you teach me how to swim?"

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