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

Song Tingran hugged Sang Cheng, touched his hair, and said, "The doctor didn't say you have any problems in that area. As I said, you are more important."

"Yeah, woo, I remember."

Sang Cheng cried, hugging his arms tighter, and the two cooked medicine together.

When poured out of the medicine jar, it is very viscous and dark brown in color, about half a bowl.

Song Tingran felt nauseous just looking at it, so Sang Cheng slowly blew it to cool it down and said, "My wife, don't look at it..."

"it is good."

Song Tingran turned around and heard only the sound of swallowing and the sound of a bowl being placed gently on the stove.

She looked back secretly, and saw Sang Cheng with a painful expression on his face, and there was still color at the corners of his mouth. He was raising his neck and gently stroking his chest.

"How's it going, Sang Cheng, are you okay?"

"Um...no, it's okay..."

Song Tingran couldn't do anything at this time. She couldn't drink water or eat anything to relieve her pain. She hugged Sang Cheng back to the room in distress.

"Come, lie down for a while, think about other things, divert your attention, and the taste in your mouth will be lighter."

"it is good."

Sang Cheng did not lie down on the bed properly, but took out a complete set of acupuncture from his arms and exposed his abdomen.

He couldn't do it with the needle. It looked simple, but when he really wanted to do it, he had to summon up the courage several times, but he was still a little scared.

"My wife, come and help me. It doesn't hurt, but I just can't do it."

"Sang Cheng, if you just want to recuperate your body and don't want children, you can actually skip the acupuncture, and the prescription is not that bitter."

"My wife, don't try to persuade me again. I will never be able to repay you for what you have done for me in this life. If there is some next life, the next life, I still want to enter the Song family."

Song Tingran thought about the doctor's technique during the day, aimed the needle for a long time, and then inserted the needle into his abdomen.

Fortunately, the location is accurate, so you don't have to suffer twice.

Sang Cheng seemed to feel relieved. He was half-sitting, but suddenly he lay on the bed, stroking the quilt with his hands, feeling a special sense of satisfaction.

Song Tingran looked at him in disheveled clothes, took off his clothes, leaned over, and was about to kiss him on the lips. He turned his head slightly and said, "I still feel bitter in my mouth."

"I'll try it."

Regardless of Sang Cheng's objections, Song Tingran got his wish. Even after such a while, he could still feel the bitterness of the traditional Chinese medicine.

Song Tingran didn't dislike it, but kissed her again and again. She didn't let go until she felt that the bitter taste of medicine in Sang Cheng's mouth was gone and replaced with a hint of sweetness.

"It won't be painful anymore."

"Well, it's not bitter."

The two fell asleep together.

The next morning, when Song Tingran opened the door, there was a thin layer of first snow on the ground.

"My wife, it's snowing, please wear more clothes today." Xiao Yuchen was cleaning the house. As he spoke, he felt a faint sigh of relief.

"Well, the temperature has dropped again. You need to wear gloves when sweeping the floor. Look, your hands are cold."

Song Tingran helped Xiao Yuchen cover his hands, and then grabbed the broom. He had no choice but to go back to the house and get his gloves.

There is a long fish bridge in the inner courtyard. Wen Ci is sweeping the floor, but the two of them are wrapped up tightly.

After Qiao Jinshu fed the little rabbit, he returned to the courtyard from the small door and happily met Sang Cheng who was coming out of the main house.

"Fourth brother, it's snowing outside. It was raining a while ago, and now it's snowing. The weather is changing so fast. Wear this scarf of mine and go back to the inner courtyard."

After that, Qiao Jinshu took off the scarf around his neck. It was made of cotton and was very soft, and he put it directly around Sang Cheng's neck.

"No, Jinshu, I have it."

"I know you have it, but you don't have it with you either. Don't be polite to me."

"it is good."

Sang Cheng quickly returned to his room, washed up quickly, and thought about returning the scarf quickly.

Qiao Jinshu knew that today was the day when his wife would accompany Shi Yan back to her parents' home. He was also a little homesick. Looking at the things on the carriage at the door, he was a little envious. He felt that it was good to be close to his parents' home and he could go back several times a year.

Looking at Xiao Yuchen and the others again, they felt that it would be fine if they didn't have their parents' family, at least they wouldn't miss it.

Such a carefree person suddenly became sad.

Wen Ci tied the legs of the two chickens and threw them on the carriage. Seeing Qiao Jinshu's lonely expression at the door, he asked, "Jinshu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ah, I'm not feeling uncomfortable, it's just...nothing. I seem to be hungry."

"Ha, the scallion pancakes I just baked for you are delicious. In the kitchen, you go and eat one first to cushion your stomach."

"Good~"

Although Qiao Jinshu was sad, he arrived at the kitchen as quickly as possible. If he eats better, his mother and father at home will feel relieved.

When Song Tingran came to the kitchen to carry things, he saw Qiao Jin holding a piece of cake with tears in her eyes and chewing on it.

"Jinshu, you..."

"Ah, I'm not sad."

"..."

Song Tingran dragged him into the main room, and he kept stuffing green onion pancakes into his mouth.

"what happened to you?"

"hungry."

"When the child is older, he won't tell me if he has something on his mind, right?"

Song Tingran looked at Qiao Jinshu, he avoided him, and she followed him, insisting on asking, so of course she would.

Wen Li walked to the door of the main room without coming in and said, "My wife, breakfast is ready."

"Okay, you go to the dining room to eat first. Jin Shu and I will be there soon."

Wen Li nodded and left.

"Everyone is waiting for us to have breakfast now. If you are unhappy, please tell us quickly."

"I...\u0026%￥#@"

He really couldn't hear clearly. Song Tingran thought hard and couldn't figure it out, so he simply took him to eat first.

"Master Wife, after you finish breakfast, are you going back to your parents' house with your eldest brother?"

"Yes, I'll go there before the new year to check the weather. If it doesn't snow tomorrow, I'll go to Shi Qing Village as soon as possible."

Qiao Jinshu immediately stood there and refused to follow. The words Shiqing Village were all in her mind. Her natal family was in Shiqing Village!

"Why don't you go?"

"Go to Shiqing Village, what are you going to do? Ah, my wife, tell me, what are you going to do?"

Song Tingran suddenly came to his senses, and touched his head randomly in a helpless and funny way, and said: "What else can I do? Of course, I will accompany our Xiaoqi back to her parents' home to give her a gift."

"I thought... I would only go to my eldest brother's parents' house, can I do that too? I don't want any formalities, just take me back once."

"Okay, let's go eat first and go back tomorrow when the weather is nice. Didn't I say before that you can go back to your parents' house anytime you want, even on weekdays?"

"Great, great!"

The Happy Puppy was back again. His whole facial features were flying, and he sat down in a circle. There were still cake crumbs left in his mouth. Song Tingran deliberately didn't tell him.

After breakfast, Song Tingran took eight more eggs from home, loaded them on the carriage, and then set off with Shi Yan.

In the entire Daniu Village, Song Tingran was the only one with a carriage, so even if he ran away on the road, everyone would know who was inside.