"Madam Tingfan, I'll help pick them up, everyone watch me pick them up, I'm not stealing anything."
It was still the woman in the blue cloth dress, she squatted down to help pick up.
The village was quite simple and honest, apart from some idle gossip, everything else was fine.
"Auntie, thank you." Lin Qiao whispered gratefully.
Seeing her slightly red eyes, the woman in the blue dress felt even more pity, and while picking up she said, "What's there to thank for, sigh, it's not easy for a woman like you."
Cheng Sheng put down his pen, bent over to help as well, and soon they were done picking up.
Lin Qiao repeatedly bowed to give thanks, her voice slightly choked, yet it felt like she was holding back from crying, "Thank you, sir, thank you, auntie."
"No need to thank."
Cheng Sheng glanced at her, then he noted down Song Tingfan's name, "Bring your own pen and ink, the day after tomorrow at the time of the mao, be in class."
