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

This is okay, after all, there is one more person, and there are more things to take. Just when Song Tingran was about to agree, he saw Wen Li's expectant eyes not far away.

"If you want to go to the mountains together, just change into coarse clothes and wear something underneath. It's cold in the mountains."

Swish, swish, people ran back to the room one by one. Song Tingran sat and waited in the courtyard.

Qiao Jinshu was the first to come back. The clothes around his waist were still a little messy, and he couldn't even see it. He didn't even know it, and he was very proud in his heart that he was the first to come back.

"Jinshu, you..."

Song Tingran pointed, he looked down, shouted, then ran into the nearest kitchen and started to tidy up.

By the time he came out, everyone else had already arrived.

Song Tingran first showed the drawings of the greenhouse to her husband. She wrote the drawings, and Chen Xiangyin took them away, which he copied personally.

"Our goal of going up the mountain this time is to cut some thick branches, the same ones used to weave baskets, but longer."

Xiao Yuchen couldn't understand, but he could chop down trees. Qiao Jinshu thought it was just for fun, but now that he knew the truth, he withered.

"Master Wife, with this greenhouse, can we really grow fruits in winter?" Wen Ci asked.

"Yes, but this is our first time. We will try it first this year. We will build a vegetable garden in the vegetable garden, and then we will make two large ones in the ground where watermelons and golden honeydew melons are placed."

Xiao Yuchen: "Okay, no problem."

Qiao Jinshu only heard that fresh vegetables and fruits can be eaten in winter. He felt that this was much more interesting than playing, and finally regained his fighting spirit.

Song Tingran's family set out and soon reached the foot of the mountain. The branches used to make baskets were not very big. Now if they want to make greenhouse frames, they have to go into the mountain.

"Let's all walk together and don't run around."

The mountains in autumn are a bit depressed, and there are fallen leaves everywhere, which crunch when stepped on.

Xiao Yuchen always went into the mountains to cut firewood, especially in preparation for winter. He and his brothers had already cut some more firewood from time to time and stored it.

He quickly took the lead to find the location. Song Tingran first chopped it with an ax to try the feel. Fortunately, it didn't take a lot of effort.

"Isn't this Song Dong's house?"

Behind Li Fengmei were her two husbands, both carrying a large bundle of firewood.

"What's the name of the boss? We are all fellow villagers."

Song Tingran didn't expect to meet Li Fengmei in the mountains, but considering that the weather has turned cold recently, it was normal to save more firewood.

"I'm a fellow villager, but I'm also a boss. If you have a new job next year, please remember me."

Li Fengmei looked at Song Tingran with envy. She was accompanied by so many good-looking husbands, but it was a pity that she was too ugly to look down on her. She didn't have enough money for good-looking gifts, so she could only think about doing more work for the Song family and work hard next year.

"Don't worry, we are all old acquaintances."

With these words, Li Fengmei was relieved, but looking at Song Tingran's posture, she was also confused, so she kindly reminded: "Go further inside, the trees inside are suitable for burning fires."

Song Tingran said without explaining, "Thank you very much."

Li Fengmei smiled and left with her husband.

"The people are finally gone, let's get started, remember to be careful and don't get hurt."

Xiao Yuchen rubbed his hands on his clothes and held the ax handle tightly, basically one stroke every two or three. Chang Yuqiao followed behind to sort it out. Wen Ci and Wen Li also started to select suitable branches, while Qiao Jinshu stayed close. Follow Song Tingran.

"Master Wife, I'll chop it, you take a break."

Qiao Jinshu took the ax from Song Tingran's hand, but she only made a few chops.

Qiao Jinshu suddenly became serious and aimed at cutting off the branches. The force was very good. Song Tingran was stunned. In her heart, he had always been a little kid who didn't grow up. Now that he saw it, he could also support it. Half the sky is up.

Precisely because of Song Tingran's gaze, Qiao Jinshu worked even harder, swinging the ax while she followed to sort out the cut branches, and they cooperated extremely well.

An hour passed and everyone was tired. Two people carried the tied greenhouse frame back home.

Today's harvest was not small. It took six people three trips to complete the move. They were all tired and collapsed in the dining room, drinking water.

Wen Ci stood up tiredly and said, "I'm going to cook."

"Wait, Wen Ci, don't do it. We are all very tired. Let's take a rest."

Wen Ci hesitated, saying that if he didn't cook, everyone would be hungry at night, but Song Tingran insisted, so he sat down to rest.

Wen Li suddenly laughed, which made everyone laugh. He must have been so tired that he was dumbfounded.

Wen Ci put his hand on his younger brother's forehead. It was not hot. Wen Li took his hand away and said, "I used to work all the time and didn't have enough to eat. I didn't feel too tired. On the contrary, I was... Nowadays, people who are pampered every day can no longer do any work. Think about it, it’s quite interesting.”

Everyone laughed, it seemed that this was the truth. Song Tingran took a few more sips of water and said jokingly: "There is no such thing as being pampered. Our family is just an ordinary family at most. When we become really prosperous, I will give it to you." How about each of you buying a servant to serve you?"

How could the husbands dare to think of such a thing? With different expressions, they talked and laughed about what the wealthy families in the city looked like, and what they should do every day if they were servants.

When it was busy, Shi Yan and Sang Cheng came back. Seeing everyone there, they immediately sat down to drink tea together.

"What are you talking about? You are so happy." Sang Cheng was really curious and asked anxiously.

"My wife said that she would hire a servant for each of us to work."

What Xiao Yuchen said was like having noses and eyes. Sang Cheng was stunned and his brain was running wildly. He said: "Second brother, don't be ridiculous. I can work. Why should I hire someone outside? If I want to eat or drink water, let me know. I will take action." It’s quick.”

Song Tingran suddenly looked at Sang Cheng seriously and said, "I really want to eat. We are too tired. You go and heat up the leftovers from lunch. There is no need to make new ones."

"Okay, I'll go right away. I've been sitting in the school all afternoon, and my bones are falling apart. I'm even more tired than working."

Sang Cheng immediately went to the kitchen. The food was heated quickly. Four large pots were boiling water at the same time, and the leftovers were just placed on top.

After a while, it was heated. Everyone went to the kitchen together and brought the heated leftovers to the dining room. Sang Cheng also baked the cakes again, and everyone devoured them.

After dinner, the husbands went back to their houses to rest. Song Tingran also went back to the house after washing up. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Sang Cheng folding clothes inside.

"Sang Cheng, you didn't go back to rest?"

"Well, the clothes just happened to be dry and sorted out. I'm not sleepy anymore. Today is the most leisurely day for me. I'll go up to work in the mountains tomorrow."