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

"Third brother, you're awake too. Come and eat quickly to replenish...your strength."

This was obviously Wen Li's purpose to tease him when he saw that they were the only ones around. Chang Yuqiao quickly went to cover his mouth.

"Third brother, you don't have to cover my mouth. Xiaoqi and I have been cleaning this bathroom all morning."

Chang Yuqiao blushed and sat down. It was his fault that he went to bed so late last night and got up late today.

Wen Li smiled, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and said, "Third brother, congratulations, you are good-looking. If you are pregnant, the baby you will give birth to will also be good-looking. I will help you take care of it then."

"I... may not be as lucky as my eldest brother, nor am I guaranteed to be pregnant. This kind of thing depends on God's will."

Wen Li nodded and asked some personal questions. Both brothers blushed and discussed.

"what are you guys saying?"

The door of the dining room was not closed. Song Tingran happened to see this scene as he passed by. Wen Li said, "Tell me what the food is for this morning. I will go and get it."

Wen Li slipped away, and Chang Yuqiao smiled and said, "Yes, I'm really hungry."

Song Tingran was also hungry and didn't think there was anything wrong. Wen Li quickly brought the food and then silently closed the dining room door.

The two of them started eating in a hurry. They didn't say a word in the middle of the meal, but their eyes met.

After dinner, Chang Yuqiao began to clean up the dining room, while Song Tingran went to the fields.

As soon as she arrived, she found Qiao Jinshu staring at her and saying slightly sourly: "My wife, you finally woke up..."

Sang Cheng gently pulled Qiao Jinshu's arm, and he continued to work angrily.

Qiao Jinshu's heart: It's not my turn to get married, it's not my turn to consummate the marriage, it's not my turn to do anything else, blah blah blah.

Song Tingran walked to Qiao Jinshu, helped him fix the bracket, and asked in a low voice: "Are you jealous?"

"No, my father said that we must live in harmony with our brothers at home. I'm not jealous. I'm angry at myself."

"You lied about your age, do you think I know about it?"

Song Tingran's voice was very low. This was what Qiao Jinshu's mother said in private. He always thought it was well hidden.

"You, you already know?"

Song Tingran looked at him smiling and thought it was very cute.

"As long as you know it, you know it. Anyway, I have already taken the plan, and going back on it won't work."

"How could I go back on my word? Instead, I admire your courage. And thank you for always choosing me firmly."

Qiao Jinshu was not angry to begin with, but he was impatient and felt that he was useless and would not please others.

"My wife, it's strange to say that you have changed a lot between before and now. I don't mean your appearance, but some other things. In comparison, I like you better afterward."

"Well, I like you too."

The two of them were talking quietly, but when Qiao Jinshu heard this, he jumped up happily.

"Second brother, fourth brother, my wife said she likes me!"

Song Tingran: "..."

Song Tingran also felt embarrassed and quickly tried to cover Qiao Jinshu's mouth, but he ran too fast and jumped up and down in the greenhouse.

Xiao Yuchen: "Of course, let alone the wife, we all like you."

"I like the second brother too."

Qiao Jinshu ran to Xiao Yuchen and gave him a bear hug. Then he ran to Sang Cheng and said, "Fourth brother, you also said you like me."

"I like it, I like Jinshu the most!"

After another bear hug, Qiao Jinshu started to work with peace of mind, completely clearing away the previous haze. Song Tingran calculated the time and found that his birthday was after the new year, in March. Then he would give him a good birthday. Ceremony (setting the hairpin to be sixteen years old).

Sang Cheng approached Song Tingran intentionally or unintentionally. He also wanted to pay attention to the fish bridge yesterday, and it seemed that the effect was very good.

"Master Wife, what about me? Do you like me?" Sang Cheng's voice was very low.

"I like you. How could I not like you?"

As long as Sang Cheng said this, he started working peacefully again. This morning, the watermelon shed was basically finished.

"My wife, please make another one in the afternoon. The weather is sultry and it may rain heavily."

Xiao Yuchen's hands, arms, and face were all covered with dirt, and he looked at the sky indifferently.

"Okay, everyone, please work hard and feel relieved after getting it out. Otherwise, the greenhouse supports will get wet and we don't know how many days it will take to dry."

Song Tingran waved to Xiao Yuchen, and he immediately ran over, but he didn't get too close for fear that the dirt on his body would stain her clothes.

"Look at you, you're sweating profusely."

Song Tingran took out a handkerchief and wiped Xiao Yuchen's forehead. He said happily: "It's okay, I'm not tired."

"Come on, let's go wash our faces together."

Sang Cheng had already filled the water and put it aside. Xiao Yuchen bent down and washed his face with his hands. Only then did Song Tingran see that there were mud marks on the back of his neck.

"Don't move the back of your neck, I'll rub it for you."

Naturally, Xiao Yuchen did not dare to move and remained in a half-bent position. Song Tingran took the sponge and wet it, and then wiped it with her.

"Hey, it's a little itchy. I guess it's because my hands were dirty and I touched them subconsciously."

"Okay, now that your back is clean, you can wash your arms again."

"Ah."

Xiao Yuchen washed his face like a duck wading through water. Although he washed it quickly, it was clean.

Song Tingran handed him the soft handkerchief, and he took it flattered, wiping it with a smile.

"My wife, please wait for me for a while. I will get you some more water and wash your hands."

"Well, run slower."

Xiao Yuchen ran away with the water basin, pouring and fetching water happily, but Song Tingran suddenly realized a question.

"Master Wife, you're back. After washing, it's time for dinner."

"Xiao Yuchen, where do we get our water in winter?"

Xiao Yuchen said nonchalantly: "It's cold in winter, the rivers freeze, and the wells freeze. Every household will store some water at home in advance, but it won't survive the whole winter."

Song Tingran listened carefully, yes, just use that water tank to store it. There are eight people in the family, not including livestock, so there is really no need for any storage.

"Master Wife, you..."

He was confused and felt that his wife was a little strange. She had lived here for so many years, so why would she still ask such a question.

"Ah, I just wanted to ask if there is any good way."

"There is no good way. It happens every year. If it snows, just collect the snow and go home, melt it in a pot and boil it. If there is no snow, you have to go to the river to cut ice for use."

After Song Tingran washed his hands, he felt that ice and snow were not very hygienic, but people here did live like this. Maybe they were just unclean and they didn't get sick after eating them.

Xiao Yuchen looked at his wife, patted his chest, and said: "My wife, the firewood for the winter is ready, and several large tanks of water are stored in the spare room. Don't worry, I'm here. "