Liu Zhimo turned his head and gave Li Qingling a deep glance. He was acutely aware that she had changed.

Not only did she not say anything just now, she also caused Mrs. Liu to cause public outrage without leaving a trace. The villagers might not have noticed this point, but he, as a spectator, could see it clearly.

With this completely opposite personality, which one was the real her?

She truly felt that he was smarter than Mrs. Zhao, and was not easy to fool. She remembered that in the future, she must be more cautious in front of him, and not reveal too much of her personality.

When they reached home, Liu Zhimo put Li Qingfeng down and told Mrs. Zhao that he was going home.

However, Mrs. Zhao stopped him. She divided half of the hair pit Li Qingling picked today, and told him that they had eaten this kind of hair pit before. They would not eat dead people, so he could be at ease.

Liu Zhimo lowered his head to look at the half-filled basket of mushrooms, then glanced at Li Qingling who was about to catch fire, a look of surprise flashed past his eyes: "Aunt, did little sister Qing Ling go up the mountain to pick this hair pit up?"

"En, she was the one who picked it up, and yesterday she was also lucky. When she met an old man on the mountain, she kindly told him that the hair pit was edible, and that's why she picked it up."

Mrs. Zhao smiled and followed up, she did not tell Liu Zhimo that she was planning to die together with her daughter and son after eating the wok food like this yesterday.

When she woke up this morning, all three of her family members were fine. At the same time, she felt relieved. With this kind of edible hair pit, she should be able to last until the harvest time.

"That is indeed good luck." Liu Zhimo looked at Li Qingling who was busy filling up the hot water, hesitated a little, and then asked, "Little Sister Qing Ling, when you go up the mountain to pick up hair pit, can you call me?"

Li Qingling was trying out the temperature of the water, and felt that it was a little hot. He also added a spoonful of cold water, and upon hearing Liu Zhimo's question, she nodded her head and stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water, feeling that it was appropriate. He turned her head to call Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng dragged his wet clothes, his feet slowly moving forward, his face red as he said, "Sis, I've grown up, I can wash myself now." It would be embarrassing for him to get his sister to help him bathe at such a young age.

"It's not big at all, its hair hasn't even fully grown yet." Li Qingling completely did not give him a chance to retaliate, he walked over in large strides and tore him apart. Li Qingfeng held onto the little chicken, his face so dry that he was about to cry.

This time, Li Qingling did not need to shout, and quickly ran into the bathtub, sat down, and secretly used a cloth to cover his little chicken.

Li Qingling turned around and put away Li Qingfeng's wet clothes. Seeing that Liu Zhimo was still here, she raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you cold? Hurry back to take a bath! I'll call you when I get up the hill tomorrow morning. "

Liu Zhimo smiled at her and thanked her. Even Li Qingling who had seen many beautiful men in the modern world was touched by his smile.

Mo did look good, but his daughter couldn't stare at him like that!

Mrs. Zhao helplessly shook her head and coughed twice. Since Li Qingling did not hear her, she had no choice but to reach out to pull her, "Xiao Ling, why aren't you helping Xiao Feng bathe?

Returning to his senses, Li Qingling's face had a rare blush on it, he said no more, and turned to help Li Qingfeng bathe.

Liu Zhimo's eyes flashed with a smile, he bent down and picked up the half basket of mushrooms, "Aunt, then I'll go home first."

"Alright, remember to take a hot bath and drink a bowl of ginger tea when you go back."

"Hmm .." Liu Zhimo walked out of the kitchen. After taking a few steps, he then turned around and looked at Li Qingling, who was in the midst of lecturing him.

She was only ten years old. It was quite funny for her to say such mature words.

In reality, Li Qingling had really used the mentality of an adult to treat Li Qingfeng, and had completely forgotten her age.

When Liu Zhimo left, Mrs. Zhao frowned and sighed, "Xiao Ling, you shouldn't talk back to me today, it's not good for your reputation."

Li Qingling knew that Mrs. Zhao had been too used to being docile in front of Mrs. Liu. Before they split houses, her family had always cooked and ate less.

In the past, she could not control it, but now, she had to change the personality of this bun girl, Mrs. Zhao.

"Can fame be eaten as food?" Li Qingling said indifferently. She caressed all the clear bones in Li Qingfeng's body, his voice becoming calmer, "Mother, we used to have a good reputation, but do you not know what kind of days we have in mind? Do you remember how we were finally assigned? "

Glancing at the pale Mrs. Zhao, she grinded her teeth, steeled her heart and continued: "Mother, father is gone, there is only one adult left, if you still don't get up, what should I do with Xiao Feng?"

When Mrs. Zhao saw the cyan purple on Li Qingling's forehead, which was kowtowing towards her mother-in-law, her eyes immediately turned red. It was because she, as a mother, didn't do well enough to protect her daughter and son, and now, for that little fame, she even scolded her daughter.

She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face. "It's mother who is not good enough. Mother has let you down."

Li Qingling frowned, after helping Li Qingfeng put on his clothes, he walked to Mrs. Zhao's side and helplessly said, "Mother, don't cry, I didn't mean to blame you!"

She only wanted to let her clearly see the situation in her own family and let her know that she would continue to be bullied if she was to be unyielding.

Furthermore, if her condition became better in the future, and Mrs. Zhao still acted like that, no matter how much money he had, Mrs. Liu would definitely take it away.

Afraid that his daughter would think too much, Mrs. Zhao wiped the tears off her face randomly and smiled at Li Qingling.

"Mother is happy. My daughter has grown up. She can now protect mother and brother." He reached out and touched Li Qingling's forehead, then asked with a pained tone. "Does it hurt?"

Seeing that Mrs. Zhao was no longer crying, Li Qingling heaved a sigh of relief: "It doesn't hurt! "It'll be fine in two days."

She was numb to the pain, so she did not feel pain anymore. She did not dare to say those words, otherwise, she would cause Mrs. Zhao to cry again.

How could it not be painful? Back then, when she knocked against him so heavily, she could even hear the sound of * bang *. However, when she saw her daughter's determined face, Mrs. Zhao pursed his lips and did not say anything.

However, he secretly made up his mind that he must stand up straight and not let his daughter stand guard in front of him again.

The next day, Li Qingling carried his basket and went to find Liu Zhimo. When he entered his house, he saw that Liu Zhiyan was reading a book.

"You can read?" Liu Zhimo asked her in surprise as he saw how entranced she was.

She did not wish for Li Qingfeng to be blind. Even if he did not have much potential in the future, he would at least know how to take care of things and not be tricked by others.

Liu Zhimo nodded his head very straightforwardly. He could release one sheep and a few sheep, but it wouldn't make much of a difference to him.

Thinking that she could read books openly, Li Qingling grinned, but seeing that she was laughing so foolishly, he could not help but reach out and pat her head.

"Let's go!" Aren't we going up the mountain? " He held a basket that was even bigger than the one Li Qingling carried on his back. Before he left, he instructed Liu Zhiyan that he must learn all the words he had just taught before coming back.

Liu Zhiyan looked at him resentfully, then nodded.

"Do you want to rest?" Li Qingling stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at Liu Zhimo who was a long way behind her. When he arrived in front of her, she would ask him.

Liu Zhimo looked at Li Qingling, whose face was not red and did not breathe at all, and was deeply jealous.

He held onto the tree trunk and exhaled deeply. Only then did he say that there was no need. He could still walk.

"I'm tired, let's rest a bit!" Li Qingling immediately sat on the ground, and even consoled his injured heart, "You're not as brazen as me, to be able to walk so far, is already quite good."

To be able to follow her for an hour and a half without saying a word, she was already impressed by his perseverance.

Before his parents passed away, his life was pretty good. Although he had to do some household chores, he didn't need to go up and down the mountain and do them like the children in the village.

However, after his parents died of illness, he had to shoulder the burden of his family. He learned how to cook, how to farm, and also went up the mountain to pick up firewood.

From his initial stuttering, to his slow familiarity, only he knew how difficult it was.

"Alright, let's go!" Li Qingling stood up, patted the dust off his butt and then led the way into the deep forest. Liu Zhimo recovered his wits, stood up and followed him.