"How can I help you?"
Meng Qidi turned her head and glanced at Ling Xiao who was sitting in a wheelchair at the door of the kitchen, "No..."
"Um?"
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and Meng Qidi paused subconsciously, "No...why don't you light the fire? I've thought about it. If you stand for a long time, it will be bad for the blood circulation in your legs and not conducive to recovery."
"Do you still think there's a chance my leg will recover?"
Ling Xiao lowered his eyes and looked at his right leg. He thought she was joking...
I didn't expect that she still insisted that he could still be saved...
"Yes, didn't I tell you that when the lotus blooms, your leg will be healed."
"In a few days, the lotus you planted at the door will bloom."
Meng Qidi...
Why did she feel that Ling Xiao deserved a beating? She was comforting him...
Ling Xiao chuckled, rolled his wheelchair over, and pulled his niece to the stove, "Then I'll lend you my good words."
Having made some money in the past two days, the Ling family had a pretty sumptuous dinner. In addition to the leftovers from lunch, Meng Qidi fried two new eggs.
When she was cutting bamboo in the afternoon, she actually discovered that there were quite a few winter bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. Winter bamboo shoots are always available, but they are just underground.
If you have time, you can dig some winter bamboo shoots. Even if you don’t eat them at home, you can process them and sell them.
"Are you going tomorrow morning?" Ling Xiao asked.
Meng Qidi turned her head while stir-frying the dishes, "How about I go alone? I can run fast, and if I run into trouble, I can just run away."
"Do you think I'm in the way?" Ling Xiao joked. It would definitely be more convenient if she was alone than if he was alone.
Meng Qidi rolled her eyes at him. That wasn't what she meant.
Afraid of meeting those people the next day, Meng Qidi didn't dare to cook too much. She only made pickled vegetable buns. The chicken soup had run out yesterday, and she didn't know if the food she made now would be as delicious as yesterday's.
Glancing at the leftover broth, she simply used the broth to soak the pickles. After the pickles were soaked, she cooked some kudzu root powder.
After everything is ready, I go back to my room to sleep...
Early the next morning, Meng Qidi walked towards the village in Ling Xiao's sight.
I arrived at the roadside with familiarity. It was daybreak and there were not many passers-by. I saw Meng Qidi selling things and some people had already come to buy things.
There weren’t many things to make, and as more people walked on the road, most of the things in Meng Qidi’s backpack had been sold.
Just as I finished packing my things, I saw two people walking towards me not far away.
Meng Qidi's eyes deepened slightly. She picked up the backpack and walked quickly to the other side.
As soon as she stood up, the two men looked at each other, shouted and quickly chased after her, "Stop! Don't run!"
Meng Qidi's face changed slightly and her pace quickened. As soon as she entered the alley, she quickly put the backpack into the space while no one was around.
Without the backpack in her hands, she moved much faster, leaving the two people far behind. She turned into a dark box and entered the space directly.
She quickly took off her clothes, changed into a beautiful dress, and even put on little leather shoes.
She braided her hair into two braids and quickly washed off the dark foundation on her face. There was makeup remover in the space, and she had tried it many times.
After handling it, she moved out of the space and glanced around at the dark alley. She didn't hear any movement outside, so she bent over and went out quickly.
"Lesbian."
Meng Qidi paused and turned slowly. At the entrance of the alley not far away, two men panted and called out to Meng Qidi.
"What are you doing here?"
Meng Qidi covered her stomach and said with embarrassment, "I...my stomach feels uncomfortable and I need to relieve myself..."
The two men were slightly stunned, frowning in disgust, "How long have you been here? Have you seen an old woman running by?"
Meng Qidi shook her head blankly, "No, I've been in there for more than ten minutes. How about you two comrades go in and take a look..."
The two looked at each other in disgust and said, "No need, just leave quickly and don't delay us."
Meng Qidi smiled embarrassedly and quickly left the two of them.
As soon as she came out of the alley, she quickly walked towards the intersection leading back to the village. She breathed a sigh of relief when no one followed her. It seemed that they would not be able to come for the next few days.
She has made a lot of money in the past three days, so there is no need to rush.
When they reached an uninhabited mountain road, Meng Qidi squatted in the haystack and took out a backpack with some flour in it.
I plan to try making dough in the next few days. I really can't afford rice for three meals a day. I can add some vegetable leaves and mix an egg into the noodles to make a barely sufficient meal.
When she reached the bridge, Meng Qidi stopped. There was an old 28-bar bicycle parked at the door of her house, and there was also a familiar-looking person at the door. There were guests at the Ling family.
It’s Ling Xiao’s uncle.
Meng Qidi glanced down at her backpack, and walked over as if nothing was wrong.
Ling Fugui saw Meng Qidi when she was crossing the bridge. His eyes lit up instantly and he spoke to Wang Po absent-mindedly.
Meng Qidi felt a little unhappy being stared at. She pursed her lips and walked towards the door.
Ling Xiao came out of the house and glanced at his uncle. He saw that he was staring at Meng Qidi, with a barely perceptible displeasure in his eyes.
He sat on the wheelchair and rolled directly to Meng Qidi's side. He reached out to take the backpack from her hand, and his voice unconsciously became softer, "Are you tired?"
"Not tired." Meng Qidi shook her head honestly. There was only a little flour in it, not enough to make steamed buns at one time, but it was enough for frying dough sticks.
Unfortunately, the Ling family was too poor. It should be said that the entire rural area was poor at that time. Buying a fried dough stick was a luxury, not to mention frying a few fried dough sticks. It was simply a waste...
"How can you not be tired? Where did my niece-in-law go? You carried such a big basket, why did you just come back? I was sorry that I missed your wedding last time."
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