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

dining room.

Song Tingran and Village Chief Zhou sat opposite each other. The table was also rich in food, all of which were top-quality goods for entertaining people.

"I'm so sorry, Village Chief Zhou, for keeping you waiting for so long."

"It's okay. Besides, I didn't wait long. This visit is mainly about the year-end selection of outstanding villages."

Song Tingran was stunned. The village chief came forward to report this matter to the people who came to inspect. In fact, it had little to do with the villagers, as long as he smiled on the day of the inspection.

Seeing her stunned, Village Chief Zhou continued to explain: "This year happens to be the day of the election every three years. Our village is large and there are many people, but we just can't be selected. I think there is a chance this year, but I need your help." .”

"This is a good thing. No matter what Village Chief Zhou orders, I will do my best!"

Song Tingran didn't even ask what he wanted to do, and he agreed readily. Village Chief Zhou was also happy. The two chatted in the dining room for a long time.

Until the Song family was filled with the fragrant smell of rice, Village Chief Zhou had finished explaining and stood up to leave.

"Village Chief Zhou, just eat at home."

Song Tingran naturally stayed as a guest, but Village Chief Zhou waved his hand and said: "My husband is also waiting for me to go back, so I won't eat at your place. You must arrive on time tomorrow, don't forget it."

When Shi Yan came over with a plate of pickled cabbage meat cakes, Song Tingran immediately understood.

"In that case, I won't keep you here. We have cooked a lot for dinner. You can take it back and try it with your family. This is Wen Li's craftsmanship. I think it is very good."

Village Chief Zhou declined, but Song Tingran insisted on letting her take it. Shi Yan took out a small basket from the side and said, "Use this to pack it. It will be easier to carry."

It had to be Shi Yan, who was very discerning at critical moments. Village Chief Zhou couldn't resist his kindness, so he accepted it.

"Stop sending it off, go home and have dinner."

"Okay, Village Chief Zhou, walk slowly."

Village Chief Zhou left, and Song Tingran also breathed a sigh of relief. Today's events were somewhat embarrassing, especially when discussing the selection of outstanding villages with Village Chief Zhou, he had to pull hard on his collar for fear of being found asleep. It's time to sleep.

The original plan was to have dinner early, but we didn't catch up with the change, so we had dinner at the usual time. Song Tingran worked hard physically and mentally, and started eating as soon as he got to the table. Naturally, the other husbands also understood this tacitly. Although he was eating, he already admired Wen Ci very much in his heart.

"By the way, Wife, why is the selection of outstanding villages so urgent? Notify today and check tomorrow?"

Qiao Jinshu had a sauerkraut meat pie in his left hand and an egg pancake in his right hand. He took a bite from the left and right without delaying his speech at all.

Shi Yan responded to Qiao Jinshu's words in a gentle voice: "Each outstanding village selection will only be informed one day in advance, and sometimes half a day in advance, in order to allow each village to show its truest side."

"I understand. It's just to avoid fraud. Then why did the village chief come to our house and not let me go out?"

Everyone laughed. After Song Tingran finished eating an egg pancake, she felt like her stomach was full.

"Didn't a book school open this year? Village Chief Zhou meant to focus on introducing this aspect, which is a bonus. I will go out with the village chief to receive it tomorrow. After all, I am more familiar with book schools."

"Oh my god, Wife, you are so awesome." Qiao Jinshu admired him to death, and then asked: "Then we definitely can't go. The eldest brother is the teacher of the book school, can he show his face?"

Shi Yan glanced at Qiao Jinshu. Although he was a teacher at the book school, he was still a man. He... was still not worthy of such a big occasion.

Song Tingran thought about it and realized that Village Chief Zhou didn't mention Shi Yan just now and said, "Shi Yan has to go to class. I don't have time, but I think it's okay to take a look."

Shi Yan felt warm in his heart, this was enough.

In the evening, Song Tingran was in the room choosing clothes for tomorrow. It shouldn't be too eye-catching. It would be best to keep it simple.

Qiao Jinshu was sneaking around in the room and couldn't wait any longer. After dinner, he clearly promised to go to his room. He was ready and didn't come no matter how long he waited. He simply went straight to the main room.

He first looked around the main room to make sure that no one else was there, then angrily sat on the edge of the bed and said, "My wife, have you regretted it and don't want to spend the night with me?"

"No, tomorrow is a big day. I'm going to pick out some clothes. I'll go find you when I'm ready."

"Really?"

"real."

An explanation was all it took, and Qiao Jinshu helped as a consultant. Song Tingran completely blocked his opinions. She didn't want to become a peacock tomorrow.

"That's it, Su Ya."

"Okay, I'll hold it for you. Go to my room quickly, hurry up~"

The two of them chased each other to the inner courtyard. Qiao Jinshu lived on the first floor and didn't need to go upstairs.

Song Tingran vaguely saw that Wen Ci's room on the second floor was very lively. Just when he wanted to find out, he was dragged into the room by Qiao Jinshu.

"Ha, surprise!"

It was really a surprise. There was a wreath on the bed with all kinds of flowers on it. The clusters of flowers were very eye-catching.

Song Tingran picked it up and put it on his head in front of the mirror.

"Honey, it's so beautiful. When I was a child, my father used willow branches to help me make straw rings and flower garlands for my mother. I learned this skill well. Do you still like it?"

"like."

Song Tingran looked around in the mirror, and suddenly a question came to her mind: Where did these flowers come from? The weather is cold now, there aren't any on the mountain, and even if there are, they don't look so good, and my family hasn't bought anything recently...

Qiao Jinshu chuckled and pointed at the plants in his room. Every one of them was bald.

"My wife, I take good care of these plants you gave me every day. This wreath will probably wither in a few days, but it doesn't matter. When they bloom again, I will make new ones for you."

Plant Hearts: So are we also a part of your Play?

"Row."

When Qiao Jinshu saw that she was happy, he was also happy and said, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon, soon, wait for me."

He opened the door and ran, then quickly returned, smiled at Song Tingran inside the room, and closed the door he forgot to close to avoid being exposed to the wind.

Song Tingran looked around in his room. Although the flowers had been picked, the branches and leaves were not damaged. He had already imagined that one afternoon, the lovely Qiao Jinshu was squatting on the ground, holding a pair of scissors, and holding a pair of scissors. A cut out scene.

"I am back."

Qiao Jinshu held a hot water basin and pressed his body against the door. Song Tingran hurried over to help.

"No need to help me, I will do everything today. Wife, just stay and enjoy it."

How stubborn.

He put down the basin, closed the door again, then took Song Tingran's hand and let her lean on the rocking chair. There was a layer of cushions on top, making it very comfortable to lie down.

"My wife, close your eyes."