The father of the girl Qing'er is Uncle Lin's distant brother.

Second Uncle Lin said: "My family and his family are brothers for ancestors, but we don't have much contact with each other now. No, it should be that his family doesn't have much contact with people in the village."

"I have heard about his family. The boy went to work in Fucheng in his early years and brought back a wife when he was almost thirty. However, the wife was weak and died a few years after giving birth. Since then, he has not

Xu Xian, there is only Lin Qing'er, an only daughter. Fortunately, his daughter is sensible..."

"If you want to find his house, walk along the road at the east end of the village. That's the courtyard at the end."

Qin Zhao thanked Uncle Lin and led Jing Li to the east of the village.

"What are you going to do?" Halfway through, Jing Li finally couldn't bear his curiosity.

Qin Zhaodao: "It is learned with reason, and moved with emotion."

Jing Li: "..."

Is it that simple?

Jing Li said angrily: "But I feel that girl Qing'er's father is not so easy to get rid of."

It can be seen from the words of the village chief and Second Uncle Lin that he is probably a very stubborn person.

"How can there be parents in this world who don't love their children? It's just a difference in the way they act. And..." Qin Zhao glanced at Jing Li, paused slightly, and did not continue.

Qin Zhao has been with Jing Li for so long, so he knows his physique better than this confused little fish.

People he sincerely wants to help will usually be helped by good luck. The stronger his intention, the more help good luck can bring.

This can be proven by the qidongcao that is still growing crazily at home.

But Qin Zhao always felt that that kind of help did not come without a price.

There are principles in the scriptures about the interdependence of blessings and misfortunes and the cycle of cause and effect. Qin Zhao never thought that fortune was a gift from heaven. On the contrary, he always felt that if he wanted to get the help of fortune, he had to give something else.

That's why Xiaoyu often encountered some bad luck in the past.

But the little guy has no awareness of his own constitution and always wants to help others improve their predicament. Little does he know that this is actually overdrafting his own luck.

In order to prevent him from misusing Fu Yun's ability again, Qin Zhao could only choose to take the lead in helping him solve the problem.

They soon came to a fenced courtyard.

The yard is not big. There are two rooms in the yard, one large and one small. They are all shabby, but they are very clean.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard are growing very well, obviously because the owner takes good care of them.

A middle-aged man with gray hair was sitting in the yard. It was only morning, and there were already several small wine bottles scattered around his feet.

This should be Lin Qing'er's father.

Qin Zhao knocked on the door, and Father Lin raised his drunken eyes: "Who?"

"I'm Qin Zhao."

"If it's about the academy, please go back." Father Lin withdrew his gaze, raised his head and took a sip of wine, "What kind of book is this little girl studying? It's better to get married early."

Jing Li frowned and said displeasedly: "Why can women only get married and not study? How can you—"

Qin Zhao gently pulled his finger.

Father Lin laughed when he heard this and stood up unsteadily: "Why do you ask? Why do you think I am his father?"

"I won't give her money to go to the academy. If that little girl still doesn't obey, I will find a matchmaker to marry her tomorrow!"

After saying that, he ignored the two of them and turned around and entered the house.

Jing Li: "..."

Qin Zhao: "..."

Let alone Xiao Zhi Yi, this person didn't even give him a chance to reason.

Jing Li asked: "What can we do?"

Qin Zhao turned his head and looked at the path next to the yard: "Over there..."

"What's wrong?"

Jing Li followed his direction and looked over. Behind the house was a forest with dense trees.

Qin Zhao didn't answer. He pulled Jing Li and walked over. As he got closer, he heard shallow sobs.

A woman sat with her knees bent under a tree, her head buried in her arms. From their angles, they could only see the other's thin and trembling shoulders.

Jing Li was a little surprised.

He didn't notice anyone here at all just now. When did Qin Zhao's hearing become so good?

"Is this Miss Qing'er?" Qin Zhao called out.

The woman didn't hear anyone coming. She was so frightened that she trembled and raised her head: "Who?"

"I'm Qin Zhao."

"You..." Lin Qing'er wiped her eyes and asked with a cry, "Are you here to return my things?"

Qin Zhao was not in a hurry to answer.

Jing Li noticed a few red marks on one side of Lin Qing'er's cheek. He frowned and asked in a low voice, "Did you have a conflict with your father?"

Lin Qing'er immediately understood that Jing Li was talking about the scars on her face, and quickly covered it with her hands: "It's nothing, my father, he is just anxious..."

In ancient times, there was a saying that family scandals should not be made public. Even if there was a conflict within the family, they would not easily tell outsiders.

Jing Li did not press for further questions, but added: "We are not here to return anything, we are here to help you."

Lin Qing'er was stunned for a moment: "Help me?"

She raised her eyes and looked at the two of them, tears forming in her eyes again: "But my father... he won't agree..."

As he spoke, he covered his face and started crying again.

Jing Li never wanted to see anyone cry, so he was so anxious that he was in a hurry: "Qin Zhao, what should we do?"

"Let her cry." Qin Zhao's voice was very cold, "When she has cried enough, then think of a solution."

Jing Li: "..."

How come this person doesn’t show any pity to others?

Jing Li glared at him and walked forward to comfort him. Qin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief silently, looked around and found another thing.

I couldn't see it on the path just now, but when I walked over, I realized that there was a tomb behind the tree.

There are several large characters engraved on the tomb - "The Tomb of Lin's Yuniang".

Qin Zhao asked: "Yu Niang... is your mother?"

Hearing his words, Lin Qing'er finally stopped crying. She raised her red eyes and nodded lightly.

Only then did Jing Li notice that she had been holding a wooden hairpin in her hand.

The wooden hairpin is made of ebony. The quality of the wood is very good and the workmanship is very fine. It looks very valuable.

It's not like something ordinary mountain villagers can afford.

Jing Li looked at the wooden hairpin and it looked familiar. It took him a while to remember, wasn't this the hairpin he helped fish out of the water last time by the stream?

"So it's you." Jing Li blurted out.

Lin Qing'er looked at him doubtfully: "What?"

"No, it's okay." Jing Li said, "This hairpin was left to you by your mother. It's so beautiful."

When mentioning her mother, Lin Qing'er seemed to be in a better mood, with a smile on her lips: "Yes... this is the only thing my mother left for me."

Jing Li gently patted Lin Qing'er's back, and the latter's emotions finally calmed down. But he was so focused that he didn't notice that Qin Zhao's eyes became darker.

Of course, he didn't know that Qin Zhao secretly added another amount of money to be repaid tonight.

Qin Zhao coughed slightly and interrupted: "Since you don't cry anymore, let's talk about something serious. Why do you want to study in Meng Xue Academy?"

Qin Zhao does not think that women should not study, but he has to admit that there are very few precedents for women to study in this era. So, what makes Lin Qing'er, a farmer's daughter who grew up in a mountain village, want to study?

This is what Qin Zhao wants to know.

Lin Qing'er looked hesitant: "I..."

"This is your secret. You can choose not to tell me, but if you don't, I'm afraid I don't know how to convince your father." Qin Zhao said.

Lin Qing'er was a little surprised: "You...why do you want to help me?"

"If you really enter the academy, you must respect me as sir, and I should help you. As for now..." Qin Zhao glanced at Jing Li and said calmly, "Who knows that my husband is a nosy person."

Jing Li's ears turned red: "Why do I like to meddle in other people's business!"

Qin Zhao's lips curled up slightly and he didn't answer.

Lin Qing'er looked at the two of them thoughtfully, wiped her eyes: "Okay, I'll say it."

Just as Qin Zhao guessed, Lin Qing'er had another reason for wanting to study.

Lin Qing'er's mother lived in Fucheng. She was originally the daughter of an official in Fucheng. Her father was just a servant in the house. Later, Lin Qing'er's grandfather was unjustly imprisoned. In order to avoid disaster, her father
To be continued...