Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"My wife, my wife." Wen Li ran over happily from the shelter.

Song Tingran, Qiao Jinshu and Wen Ci had just left the embroidery workshop.

"What's wrong? Speak slowly."

"Yong'er, wake up!"

This is such a happy event, Yong'er has been in a coma for a long time.

Because he had been lying like this for a long time, even though Anfu often washed him and turned him over, his muscles had still atrophied a little and he looked a little dull.

"Yong'er, how do you feel?" Song Tingran asked while standing beside Yong'er's bed.

Yong'er looked at the person in front of him in confusion, holding her stomach, and said, "How do you know my name? Only my family knows it."

Anfu was anxious, "Yong'er, don't you recognize us? I am Anfu, and this is our master."

Yong'er shook his head and continued to hold his stomach, saying that he was hungry.

Song Tingran thought that when a person is seriously injured, his memory will also be damaged.

"Anfu, go get Yong'er something to eat. He's awake now, but he doesn't want to drink rice porridge every day. Get him something that will have an impact.

"Yes, Master, I will go now."

Anfu was filled with joy. All his care for so long was finally not in vain.

Song Tingran was ready to leave, and after Yong'er recovered, he asked him to watch over the gate of the shelter.

Lu Wang also lives in this room. There are not many people in the shelter now, so they are all arranged together so that they can take care of each other.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the grief of his brother's death and the shock of this scene.

In this place, the master personally brings his husband to look after the servants.

Brother, I will live well, and live with you. You really found a good place for me. It would be great if you were here. You have never seen such a beautiful place, Lu Wang thought to himself.

In the following month, Song Tingran was busy every day.

She went to the town almost every two days and wrote a heartfelt petition to the county magistrate.

The general meaning is that before the empress, she had proposed to vigorously develop agriculture, adjust crops according to each region, increase efforts to help each other, and she was willing to do her part.

At present, the harvest of vegetables and fruits in her family is good, and she is willing to donate part of it to the people in disaster-stricken, poor and remote areas to help them get through the difficult times.

Another is to provide high-quality seeds, which will be distributed by the court.

This made both County Magistrate Zhu and Prefect Ding very happy. When this proposal was reported, it was immediately praised and rewarded.

Song Tingran knew that she couldn't produce a lot of vegetables and fruits at once. She had a limited amount of land. Even if she grew the fruits well and had a high yield, she couldn't be too extravagant.

She estimated and moved some of the fruits out of the farming space, while letting Li Fengmei and others pick them in the fields and mix them together.

In addition, the seed issue is easy to deal with. Just say that most of them are old and have been stored in the warehouse.

In order to confuse the numbers, Song Tingran also organized other villagers in Danniu Village to donate together, regardless of the amount.

Qiao Xin also helped organize a wave of donations, also regardless of the amount, simply using the name of the village to make donations.

that's it.

Countless ox-carts carrying goods left Daniu Village in batches and were sent to various places, representing new hope.

However, there are still some parts in this field space that cannot be processed at present.

Song Tingran also calmed down and looked for another opportunity.

"My dear wife, you must be very tired these days. Can I massage your neck for you?" Sang Cheng said as he squatted beside the rocking chair.

"You give me massages every day, but I'm not tired."

Sang Chengcai didn't care what Song Tingran said and started pressing the button with ease.

She has been busy these days, and the husbands at home are also busy, doing things in the logistics department that others cannot see.

Liu Bai stood casually in the corridor on the first floor, watching the scene.

"Yong'er's memory has not yet recovered." He said this for no reason.

"Well, that's a good thing. It's good to forget and start over."

Sang Cheng also nodded repeatedly, "My wife and I think the same thing. Although Yong'er has forgotten about it now, he is very happy every day. He also cleans the door and the table every day, and does a great job."

Liu Bai didn't respond and turned into Bai's kitchen.

Song Tingran felt something was wrong, "Sang Cheng, do you think Liu Bai's mood is not right?"

"Ah? I don't know." Sang Cheng continued to press, his hands became less forceful, and he seemed absent-minded. "I know I can't do anything, I'm not that good, and I don't have any special skills. I can only do this dry massage, and no one will like it."

Song Tingran was lying in a rocking chair and suddenly sat up.

"I like it, I like it."

"Really?" Sang Cheng moved and leaned closer to her.

"Really? Go tell everyone to pack up and start traveling south."

Sang Cheng had been waiting for this day, so he got up and left. Shi Yan, Qiao Jinshu and the children were not at home, as they had gone to private school. He would wait until they came back before talking to them. Everyone else was at home.

Song Tingran leaned back in the rocking chair. She didn't have to pack her things herself. She was used to it now.

Liu Bai walked out of the white kitchen, "We are leaving in such a hurry."

"It's not a rush. I've finished my work, so I'll go out and have some fun."

The two looked at each other.

Song Tingran wanted Liu Bai to lower his head. She stared at him, but she was actually panicking.

"Ah."

After leaving this word, Liu Bai returned to his room and closed the door heavily.

"He's crazy." Song Tingran muttered softly, but his body was still honest and he walked over.

When I pulled the door, it opened immediately. It was not locked.

"Is there something?" Liu Bai asked with raised eyebrows.

Song Tingran closed the door, came in, and sat down on the chair. This was not the first time he came here, and he even spent the night here. However, the two of them had not made any further progress.

It’s not that Song Tingran doesn’t want to, but Liu Bai’s body has been recovering.

"The weather isn't that hot anymore, why are you still so irritable?"

"No."

"Then you just left while talking."

Liu Bai moved his chair a little further away, obviously unhappy.

"I've delayed your time with Sang Chengqing. I apologize."

Song Tingran was stunned. She didn't mean that. She pulled the chair closer, but he immediately moved away.

The two of them were in this room, sitting around the table, playing a game of musical chairs.

Song Tingran stood up and sat directly on Liu Bai's legs, with his arms around his neck.

"Are you jealous?"

"No." Obviously, Liu Bai didn't dare to move.

These days, Liu Bai kept her company at night, and both of them behaved well. The only intimate actions they had were kissing.

"You are jealous, and you won't admit it. It's okay, just go ahead. I like you being jealous, sister."

Song Tingran started to act like a rogue, sitting on him and swaying back and forth.

"Stop it. If you don't like me, don't do something that could lead to misunderstanding."

"what???"