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

Song Tingran looked up and followed the direction Xiao Yuchen pointed. She didn't feel anything special. Seeing the excitement on his face, she was worried that she hadn't seen it, so she continued to observe hard.

"My wife, have you seen it?"

"I saw it, I saw it."

In fact, she didn't see it at all. She was still looking hard and didn't want to spoil Xiao Yuchen's interest.

"My wife, haven't you noticed? Your eyes are constantly wandering."

"..."

Finally, it was Xiao Yuchen who took a wooden stick and pointed it at a peach that was starting to turn red, and Song Tingran saw it.

She couldn't blame Song Tingran. The soil and seedlings in this kind of field space were super doubled. Every tree was leafy and there were many peaches. She really couldn't lock the target.

Even if Xiao Yuchen could find it accurately the second time, she was very impressed.

"My wife, our peach is about to ripen. It is so beautiful in red. It will definitely become more rosy after a while."

"It's really good. I'll give you the first ripe peach when the time comes."

"That's so embarrassing. It's better for everyone to eat together."

After looking at the reddish peaches, Xiao Yuchen followed Song Tingran back to the courtyard with satisfaction.

"Some of our peaches have started to turn red."

Song Tingran shared it with everyone, but no one seemed very surprised, which made her confused.

"Master Wife, I'm taking care of things. Don't worry. I've taken them to see them one by one. You're the last one to know."

Song Tingran pursed her lips and looked at Shi Yan. He nodded solemnly, and she smiled back.

Breakfast consists of vegetable and meat porridge, sugar cakes, brown sugar steamed buns, spicy radish, fried tofu, and stuffed eggplant, all of which are refreshing and appetizing.

"I love this sugar cookie."

Qiao Jinshu has one in each hand. As the saying goes, if you are a young man, you will eat me to death.

"Don't you love pickled cabbage pancakes?"

"Ah, anything is fine. I just like the fillings in this cake."

Well, Qiao Jinshu likes to eat cakes, regardless of what's inside. Wen Li smiled and said, "Then I will make you cakes with other flavors tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you brother Wen Li, and thank you brother Wen Ci."

Wen Ci swallowed the mouthful of porridge with a smile on his lips. This Xiaoqi seemed careless every day, but in fact he knew everything. He and Wen Li cooked almost all the daily meals. People will also help, but they are the chefs.

After dinner, the workers came to the door. Song Tingran specially waited for Dr. Wang Ying at the door. He was late and apologized deeply.

"Dong Song's house, I, I'm late, I will definitely not be late again tomorrow."

"It's okay, come with me."

Song Tingran brought her to Liu Yun and introduced: "This is the leader Liu Yun, you just work with her."

"Okay, I will listen to Boss Liu."

She pulled Liu Yun aside again and whispered as if nothing had happened: "He is a poor man. He wants to earn some travel expenses. You can make arrangements for him. Don't treat him differently, but don't let those people bully him."

Song Tingran's worry is not unreasonable. Now that Wang Ying's incident is making a big fuss, everyone secretly looks down on this kind of formality. Her husband will definitely be looked down upon when he comes to work here.

"Okay, boss, I understand, but if everyone feels that he does less work, I'm afraid there will be complaints."

"I've thought about this a long time ago. I just told him to pay him three cents a day. If there are still people who don't like him, you can use me to suppress him."

Liu Yun said it was no problem and took Wang Ying's husband with him to arrange the work.

In the morning, Song Tingran had been at home with her husband. Everyone was talking and laughing and doing what they wanted to do.

"Fourth brother, we don't go to town to sell baskets or anything, why are you still making this up?" Qiao Jinshu asked while sewing handkerchiefs.

"Our fruit and vegetable garden has opened, and there must be a lot of bosses coming to place orders. If we don't have enough baskets to hold fruits, this will come in handy. Even if we don't use them, we still have to use them when picking fruits. of."

Qiao Jinshu understood instantly, but Song Tingran was shocked. She had never expected this. She looked at Sang Cheng in surprise and said, "Sang Cheng, your brain is so easy to use. You can think of all this."

"My wife, how can I think of this in my head and make a little bit of everything to sell in Ping'an Town. It was my elder brother who told me this, so I just made baskets and backpacks."

This was Shi Yan's method. Shi Yan had never mentioned this to Song Tingran, and there was no news at all. Although he was in the school every day, he was always thinking about home.

Qiao Jinshu removed the seams in the handkerchief, and after removing the seams, Chang Yuqiao finally couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Xiao Qi, let me help you."

"No, no, no, I want to do it myself. Thank you Third Brother for your kindness."

Chang Yuqiao glanced at Song Tingran and continued to rush to make the embroidery samples for the embroidery workshop. Everyone could tell that this was what Qiao Jinshu wanted to give to his wife.

Song Tingran looked at the crooked mark and expected him to do it slowly. If he took it out on the street, he would have to carry someone on his back.

Soon, Shi Yan came back, and it was time to go home for lunch and rest. Liu Yun and the others brought food, and the villagers of Daniu Village left one after another. Only Wang Ying's husband was left. Still working.

The lunch meal was very sumptuous, especially the Jinling meatballs, which Wen Li learned to make after listening to Song Tingran's dictation.

"Wen Li, why don't you go to Zuixiang Building to be the chef? I happen to know Shopkeeper Lin."

"My wife, I don't want to go, I will cook for everyone at home."

"Why don't you go? You can make money."

There were only Song Tingran and Wen Li in the kitchen. She teased him on purpose. She also picked up her chopsticks and deliberately took a bite of Jinling meatballs, looking like she was having a good aftertaste.

"You also have a taste, come on."

When Song Tingran picked up a piece again, he handed it to his mouth. In just such a movement, Wen Li's eyes were already red. He grabbed the corner of her clothes with one hand and asked aggrievedly: "My wife, my wife" , do you regret giving me the advice?"

It's really good-looking, and Song Tingran can't resist such an aggrieved little cutie with red eyes.

Seeing that his wife did not speak, but kept staring at him, he thought it was real. Round and transparent tears fell from his eyes, one by one, falling coldly on Song Tingran's hand.

Song Tingran knew that this was a serious matter, and the little crybaby took it seriously. He took back the Jinling meatballs, put down his chopsticks, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears.

"Wen Li, don't cry. I'm kidding you. How could I be willing to send you away."

Wen Li hugged Song Tingran instantly, sobbing non-stop, and she stroked his back to comfort him.