Lin Qiao wanted to give them silver coins, but they stubbornly refused, so she had to give up.
Two rows of chili were planted, and many had turned red. Just as Lin Qiao was about to pick them, Song Tingfan handed her an umbrella and said, "Go wait under the tree."
Then he bent down to pick the red chilies. Although he hadn't done farm work in years, he was still quite nimble.
Lin Qiao put away the umbrella and started picking from the other end. She had just picked a few when she heard a gruff voice, "Crying crying, crying for no reason, if your mother didn't tell me to coax you, I wouldn't bother."
The voice sounded somewhat familiar. She turned her head and saw a dark-skinned man holding a child about three or four years old.
The child was still crying.
It turned out to be Niu Er.
What a rare sight indeed.
At this moment, Niu Er also saw her, his eyes lit up, "Widow Song! Picking chilies? Want me to help buy them?"
