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

"Everyone, please be patient. The classes at the book school will not be delayed. We have already made plans to continue classes in the spring. If Shi Yan is not feeling well during this period, we will give the students a vacation. These missed days will be made up for later. The time when I was born was also the busy time of farming. After the busy time of farming, I can go to school so that the children can help the family."

Shi Yan stood quietly next to his wife, looking at everyone who questioned him with a smile. Everyone saw that he was doing his best.

"It's a happy event that I'm pregnant. There is a school in the village. It's cheap and the teaching is good. I can overcome this difficulty. It's better than going to the town."

"That's right. I heard that the book schools in the town haven't closed for the holidays yet. They said they won't close until the Chinese New Year. It's so cold in the winter. It's not very humane."

"That's different. The roads in the town are good, and there are people dedicated to plowing the snow. It's not a hassle to go there. But if you go to the town from the village to study, it will be a struggle."

Xiao Ping didn't like what she heard. The following words were aimed at her. She could understand clearly that they originally wanted to use Shi Yan's pregnancy to put the Song family into crisis, so that Xiao Anyu could naturally enter the book school to study. Now she is making wedding clothes for the Song family.

The matter was explained clearly. The villagers had nothing but envy for Shi Yan's good fortune. They all dispersed in the middle of winter.

Xiao Ping couldn't help it, and Xiao Anyu beside her started crying.

"Mom, what should I do? My husband always criticizes me every time I'm late, and the students in the school also laugh at me. I didn't go to the school today, and I will be punished by the teacher tomorrow. Ugh, oh, oh, oh."

"Stop crying. If you want to blame, blame the Song family for being too cruel and not accepting you."

"I don't think so. It's the reason why you don't give me Shu Xiu. I finally understand. You always drag me down in town!"

Xiao Anyu ran away crying. The child is older and has read a book again, so he understands right and wrong.

Xiao Ping glared at Song Tingran, still thinking about her child, and chased after him.

Song Tingran, Shi Yan, and Qiao Jinshu continued to walk towards Shi's house, going in opposite directions with Xiao Ping.

Qiao Jinshu was so proud that the arcs of his arms swung wider.

"My wife, Xiao Anyu seems to be more sensible than when we first met, probably because of the teacher's teachings from the town."

"Well, this child was taught badly by her mother. She has been influenced by her ears and eyes since she was a child. She can't even look like it. Fortunately, her mother, Xiao Ping, has an advantage. She knows how to read to her children. But her husband will have a hard time. I guess It’s good to be full after eating.”

Shi Yan has always had an idea in his mind, but it has never been mature. He looked at Qiao Jinshu who was playing in the snow, and this idea came and went.

When we arrived at Shi's house, it was later than expected, and we didn't know that we might meet Xiao Ping causing trouble on the way, so after delivering hundreds of quilts, we took a drink of water and left.

"Brother, are you tired? I'll carry you."

"I'm not tired. I walked slowly along the way, just like taking a walk. I just rested for a while at my parents' house."

"Well, tell me when you're tired. That Shi Feiwan is so cute, with a chubby face. I really want to take a bite."

Shi Yan glanced at Qiao Jinshu and suddenly changed the subject: "Jinshu, will you be a hairdresser by the end of the year?"

Qiao Jinshu stood there, then ran up after him, patted his wife on the shoulder, and complained softly: "Isn't it a secret? How did the elder brother know, and you told him secretly? Then what else did you tell the others? No one?"

Song Tingran covered her ears and said comfortingly: "No, no, only the three of us know. Don't worry, it's okay, okay."

"Okay, if you know it, big brother will know it. Then no one else is allowed to say anything."

"Good good."

At the door of Song's house, Wen Ci looked eagerly. When he saw the figure, he immediately went to greet him.

"I came back so late. The rice was ready. After waiting for a long time, I took it to the pot to warm it."

"I was delayed on the way. I'll tell you later during dinner."

Dinner was as rich as ever, and we also had stewed tofu. This tofu was old-fashioned and tasted like beans.

Qiao Jinshu talked about Xiao Ping vividly, feeling that he should go into storytelling.

More than a month later, it’s the coldest time of winter, which is the New Year’s Day. The temperature can reach minus 20 degrees, and heavy snow falls from time to time.

The Song family was full of joy. There were red window grilles on the windows and doors, and Spring Festival couplets were pasted on the door. These were all written by Yan when Song Tingran directed them.

"These Spring Festival couplets are interesting. I put them on the door to bless our family. I will write them every year in the future."

Shi Yan was still writing the word "Fu", and Qiao Jinshu was not to be outdone, but in the end he tore it up in despair.

Xiao Yuchen stood in the outer courtyard and shouted into the study: "My wife, our sheep is also pregnant with a lamb. We just found it when we were feeding fodder."

The first one to run out of the study was Qiao Jinshu, who took Xiao Yuchen's arm and went to see it.

"Tonight is New Year's Eve. I plan to keep the whole family together. If you can't bear it, go to bed first." Song Tingran said.

Shi Yan stretched and responded: "Don't worry, Madam, let's go to the kitchen and look at the dishes."

The two of them came to the kitchen together and saw that the New Year's Eve dinner was being prepared in full swing.

Song Tingran saw that the bacon was almost done, then he cut off a plate and fried chili peppers to eat.

Qiao Jinshu came back from the cattle and sheep shed and happened to see it.

"My wife, didn't you say you were going to make clay pot rice? It's been a long time and I want to eat it."

Song Tingran saw that there were already a lot of staple food today, and he was afraid that he would have leftovers tomorrow if he made more, but he couldn't resist Qiao Jinshu's plea, and it was New Year's Eve again, so he agreed in one bite.

"Then you want to cut the bacon, a thin slice, the crystal clear kind. Can you do it?"

"No problem, please."

Qiao Jinshu took the kitchen knife and went for the bacon.

Sang Cheng lit the fire, and Wen Ci washed the rice and put it in the pot. While everyone was waiting for Song Tingran's next step, she picked up the lid of the pot and closed it.

Wen Li: "Honey, aren't you making clay pot rice? Why is this the same as cooking white rice on weekdays?"

"Actually, it's almost the same. You have to wait until the rice in the pot is almost six to seven years old before adding other things."

Wen Li seemed to understand. Because he had been busy in the kitchen, his collar was loose, and a faint tooth mark leaked out. Song Tingran quickly covered it for him.

When the rice was almost cooked, Song Tingran opened the lid of the pot and poked it with chopsticks until it was just right. Then he spread the soy sauce evenly inside, then spread a layer of bacon and covered the pot.

"That's it. It's very simple. After a while, the rice is cooked, sprinkle with chopped green onion, and the claypot rice is ready. According to this, you can also add ribs, eggplant, meatballs, etc."

Although Shi Yan didn't do anything, he felt it was magical. As night fell, dinner was all ready.