Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 87 - 82: I Don’t Want Him to Tie It—He’s Not My Sister-in-law (2.26 Launch)
Song Tingfan sat shyly on the doorstep, his hands nervously fiddling together.
His hair wasn’t too tangled, so Lin Qiao managed to tie it up in a few quick strokes. She finished it with a bow, the ribbon tail slightly shorter than his hair, which was just right.
She glanced from the front, pleased that it wasn’t crooked, and nodded in satisfaction.
It has to be said that not many men with big foreheads look good, but Song Tingfan’s forehead was not overly full, just right.
Wow, the villain is really handsome.
Meeting her unwavering gaze, Song Tingfan’s ears turned red, his eyes darted around uncomfortably as he stammered, "Sis...Sister-in-law, are you done?"
"All done, little uncle is really handsome," Lin Qiao nodded in approval.
Song Tingfan glanced at her quickly and then looked down earnestly, "Sister-in-law, you’re also beautiful."
Lin Qiao was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing, blinking playfully, "Of course, we’re family."
It wasn’t long before it was time for school. She put the comb on the windowsill of the main room and added, "Little uncle, hurry and eat."
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At school
Today, Zhou Tiedan arrived a bit early. Song Tingfan hadn’t come yet when he got there. He sat on a desk, reaching to pull the hair of the chubby boy in front, "Dazhuang, didn’t you say you would catch grasshoppers for me? Where are they?"
"Stupid Tiedan, stop pulling my hair. I haven’t caught any grasshoppers yet. Yesterday, my mom beat me up," Dazhuang pouted and complained.
"What did you do?"
"My sister and I snuck out some pork scraps to eat, and my little aunt saw us."
Hearing this, Zhou Tiedan laughed, showing no sympathy. In the village, such things were quite common.
"Serves you right for not sharing with me."
Just after he finished speaking, a boy in a gray short outfit came in. Zhou Tiedan quickly waved, "Tingfan!"
As Song Tingfan got closer, he seemed a bit different, Tiedan scratched his head, "Tingfan, you seem different today," he said, eyeing him up and down.
Looking quite dashing.
Song Tingfan avoided his gaze, put down his cloth bag, and had just sat down when a hand reached over to tug at his hair ribbon. Instinctively, he leaned back, and with that, the ribbon fell to the ground, causing his hair to fall down.
Zhou Tiedan’s eyes lit up, picking up the ribbon innocently, "Tingfan, your ribbon is so pretty, who gave it to you?"
Having waited all morning to have his hair tied by sister-in-law, Song Tingfan grabbed the ribbon back, unable to contain his anger, "Don’t touch my stuff."
It was something his sister-in-law bought for him.
He was generally good-tempered, so Tiedan was bewildered by his outburst, scratching his head awkwardly, "Tingfan, why are you angry? I can tie it back for you."
No way he’d let him tie it; he wasn’t his sister-in-law.
Song Tingfan didn’t want to engage, sulkily tying his hair back and taking out his pen and ink.
"Song Tingfan, why are you being so stingy? Let me just tug on it once, alright?" Zhou Tiedan leaned in for him to tug.
Seeing Song Tingfan not move, he rubbed his nose, "Are you really mad? I just tugged your ribbon, hey, I’m sorry." He confessed awkwardly at the end.
"I’m not mad. Just don’t touch my stuff in the future; I don’t like it," Song Tingfan took a deep breath, saying seriously.
"Okay."
Zhou Tiedan immediately grinned and nodded, then leaned on his desk, saying, "Tingfan, let’s go bird hunting in the mountains this break."
Before Song Tingfan could reply, someone hurriedly shouted, "The teacher’s here, the teacher’s here! The teacher’s here!!!"
The bustling classroom suddenly quieted down as everyone took their seats.
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The drizzle had continued for two or three days, making the ground muddy, and a walk outside was sure to coat your soles with muck.
Sure enough, Lin Qiao just returned from the vegetable field, scraping off plenty of mud on the stone steps.
She took a broom to sweep it away, then called into the main room at Song Qin and Song Rong, who were tearing cotton, "Grandpa, Grandma, the vegetables have grown a lot again. When the rain stops, let’s pick some to sell."
"Qiao’er, decide as you see fit."
Song Qin, tearing cotton in her hands, added, "Qiao’er, there’s enough for a quilt now. Later, get your duvet cover to fill it."
Just the other day, they had filled Song Tingfan’s duvet cover with cotton.
"Grandma, do yours first; I’m not in a rush." Lin Qiao put down the basket, bending to pet the two tail-wagging dogs around her.
Song Qin disagreed, "Your grandpa and I share one, we won’t get cold. Be good, take out your duvet cover for filling later."
"Your grandma and I aren’t cold," Song Rong, now more energetic, spoke more.
Hearing this, Lin Qiao didn’t say anything more. She glanced towards Song Tingfan’s room; the door was closed, "Grandma, has Tingfan not returned yet?"
Song Tingfan had today off and as soon as the rain stopped, he’d taken his meal set to the mountains.
"He’s not back yet. Don’t worry, Niu Niu went to the mountain with his uncle," Song Qin reassured.
Just as they mentioned him, Song Tingfan came running in from outside, spattering mud, his voice filled with excitement, "Sister-in-law, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle and I caught a wild boar!"
Wild boars are cunning and hard to catch.
"Uncle wants us to go to his place for the slaughter."
Lin Qiao and the others were naturally delighted. They put down their work, locked up the courtyard, and headed to the Song Family.
There were already quite a few people gathered to watch. Mrs. Song, worried they couldn’t see, opened the half-closed door wide, looking smug.
Seeing Song’s second family arrive in a group, her face fell immediately.
"Grandpa, Grandma, sister-in-law, Tingfan, come on in," Song Hao, knowing his mother’s behavior, quickly invited them in.
Catching a wild boar made him very happy, his eyebrows curved up in joy, "Tingfan, your arrow today saved the day; otherwise, the boar would have gotten away."
Mrs. Song didn’t want to share the meat with Song’s second family, glaring at her son, quickly distancing, "What does it have to do with him? It was your dad who caught it."
"Go boil some water, don’t just stand there dawdling."
Busy Song An scolded her, worried Song Tingfan might feel slighted by his sister-in-law’s words, he earnestly said, "Tingfan, later we’ll split it in half; ignore your aunt’s words."
With three people hunting the boar, Song Tingfan felt embarrassed to take half, waving his hand, "Uncle, I’ll just take two piglet legs."
The pig’s feet could be stewed for Grandpa, Grandma, and sister-in-law to boost their health.
"We’ll split it equally."
Song An insisted, then, while sharpening the butcher knife, continued, "Hao, Tingfan, you two go tie up the boar."
Song Hao and Song Tingfan immediately got to work, Lin Qiao thought to help and followed along.
The wild boar weighed at least seventy to eighty pounds, covered in black fur, struggling relentlessly as they held it down; Song Tingfan and Song Hao almost couldn’t restrain it.
Lin Qiao hurried to help hold it down with Song Tingfan, in the rush not realizing she was pressing on Song Tingfan’s hand.
Feeling the warmth on the back of his hand, Song Tingfan paused momentarily, then regained his focus, pressing down hard but still stealing glances at his sister-in-law, worried about her falling.
Nearby, Song Mei hurriedly tied them up with rope.
It took quite some time to finally tie the wild boar to the beam pillar.
Song Hao, sweating profusely, wiped his forehead, laughed and panted, "That wild boar had some real power!"
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I Have Something to Say: Yesterday, a lovely reader gave some affectionate feedback, saying the early stage was too dragging; little uncle is still twelve years old, and it’s all about family matters.
First off, thanks to the lovely reader for their sincere feedback.
Let me explain uniformly: This story is a slice-of-life farming novel. The initial plot largely revolves around domestic affairs to develop ties between the uncle and sister-in-law.
There will be a turning point later involving things beyond the village. Everyone is concerned about what little uncle will do later. Rest assured, little uncle’s abilities will be at least a bit higher than the female protagonist’s, ahem, or else he wouldn’t be able to marry back home.
As for what the turning point is, it’s temporarily a secret.
Meanwhile, don’t worry: Little uncle being twelve now doesn’t mean I’m planning to write thousands of Chapters. I don’t have that many brain cells, nor do I have that much hair left.
Thanks for your support, thank you.
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