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

Song Lingjia kept flipping through, and finally found her name, but it was not a paper, but a piece of white paper with her name on it.

[Song Lingjia, Big Daddy has a premonition that you will come. If you see this note, please take it away. The results will be announced tomorrow. Go to bed early. 】

Song Lingjia felt numb.

"Sister Xiaoyu, do you want to take this piece of paper away? Daddy is so powerful that he knows all this."

"It makes sense. After all, you and Seventh Daddy are so similar. Seventh Daddy can be managed, so he should be just as good as the rest of us."

"Go away, sister."

Song Lingjia finally took away the note. This time she lost a small round, and she would still have a chance in the future.

The four little guys returned to the room, finally breathed a sigh of relief, blew out the candles, and slept peacefully.

When Shi Yan woke up the next day, the first thing he did was go to the study. After seeing that the note was gone, he helplessly held his forehead.

Finally, on another row of bookshelves, I took out Song Lingjia's quiz results and put them together with others.

Song Lingjia was carrying a small basin with water and bumped into Shi Yan.

"Good morning, Big Daddy."

"Jiajia, did you sleep well last night?"

"Uh, okay, very good. Did you sleep well, big daddy?" His eyes evaded, and he regretted coming to pour the water. He was really afraid of hearing the news that she was not qualified.

"Uh, okay, very good." Shi Yan deliberately imitated her words, laughed, squatted down, and touched Song Lingjia's forehead.

"Medium, the pressure line is passable."

"Ah? Tell me again, Big Daddy, are you trying to get me out of my way? How can I be average? Many of them are made up."

"It's good that you know. I'll lend it to you. Remember to return it to me next time you take the quiz, you know?" Shi Yan was very doting.

He likes reading, but he doesn't think reading is the only way out. It can be the starting point in life, but it is not everything.

"Thank you, Big Daddy, you are the best. I will definitely pay you back next time, and I will also add interest to you."

Song Lingjia threw herself into Shi Yan's arms and almost fell down when he was squatting. The two of them poured water together and went to the dining room to eat.

After dinner in Changyuqiao, he hurried to the embroidery workshop to catch up on work. Luo Mingyue was even more busy. He had to make a wedding dress for himself and had to catch up on the work in the embroidery workshop. Although he was busy, he was very happy. .

Luo Mingyue has already sent all the eighty taels of silver given by Miss Luo together with the letter. Every time he mails the money home, he can get one or two words of concern, and he has begun to look forward to it.

Chang Yuqiao took Luo Mingyue and Zhu Yuan to dry the newly made quilts at the entrance of the embroidery workshop.

This scene happened to be seen by Liu Yun and the others on the roof. This was a happy event that had been decided and there was nothing to hide.

"My boss, waiting for Luo Mingyue to get married, will your embroidery workshop be busy?" Liu Yun asked with concern.

"I'm so busy, and I don't have such a big list every day. Now that I've finished taking care of Luo Mingyue's marriage, I feel relieved."

"However, this is really a happy event destined by fate. There has been no news for the first few days. I am getting married soon. Will you be there on the day of the wedding?"

This book was also a casual chat. Song Tingran shook her head and said that Luo Mingyue was married to her second husband and was not so particular.

Everyone laughed about this matter.

Luo Mingyue is very inspirational. Almost all the money she earned over the years has been given to her parents' family. She also saved money from between her fingers. She was reluctant to eat or wear clothes. She saved enough money that she owed Song Tingran.

And he embroidered, worked, and sewed things day and night, which was called being agile.

Qin Gen'er watched Luo Mingyue flapping the quilt from the roof, and was also happy for him.

Two days later.

evening.

Song Tingran's family cooked hot pot, because tomorrow is the day when Luo Mingyue is getting married, and it is also a celebration.

The embroidery workshop closed the door early. Luo Mingyue, Han Congxing, Li Zhuangzhuang, and Gu Yan were all here. Zhu Yuan couldn't stay out too late. Although he was sorry, he still sent his blessings and followed Qi Gui home.

Gu Yan almost always went to the book school with Song Leyu during the day, sitting at the back and listening. If he had nothing to do, he would work for the book school. It was like working as a small helper.

"Gu Yan, I heard from Shi Yan that you can already write?"

Gu Yan washed the baby cabbage and said sheepishly: "Master, I only know three characters, and I'm not good at writing. It doesn't look good."

Shi Yan approached Song Tingran and whispered in her ear: "My wife, what do you think Gu Yanhui's three words are?"

Sang Cheng also leaned over to listen together. The beans in his hand were almost broken into pieces.

"Three words, it's hard to guess. Is it one, two, three?"

Sang Cheng: "Brother, if you ask this, it must be a meaningful word. If it were one, two, two, three, everyone would already know it."

Shi Yan patted Sang Cheng on the shoulder and glanced mysteriously at Song Leyu, who was making sauce beside him.

"Could it be..."

"Shh..yes."

Sang Cheng looked at Gu Yan and then at Song Leyu, "Master, eldest brother, can I disagree with this marriage? Our Xiaoyu is good-looking and smart."

Shi Yan was startled by Sang Cheng's bold statement.

"What are you talking about? You can write Song Leyu's name. What are you thinking about these three words?"

Sang Cheng immediately covered his mouth. He was thinking too much and thought it was some unspeakable words, so disgusting.

Everyone prepares hot pot ingredients together. This topic returns to Luo Mingyue. After all, he is the protagonist today.

"You haven't seen it. Although the person in the painting has no facial features and only has a few lines, Brother Mingyue is very fond of it after just one look."

Li Zhuangzhuang joked that Luo Mingyue's face was red and her ears were red. She was so embarrassed that she changed directions and continued to pick vegetables.

"Li Zhuangzhuang, please watch your mouth." Chang Yuqiao held celery in his hand and hit him directly on the head.

"Master, please forgive me. I don't dare anymore. I'm just happy for Brother Mingyue. In Ping'an Town, there are very few people who can give a gift of eighty taels. I will definitely live a good life in the future."

Li Zhuangzhuang was afraid that Luo Mingyue was really angry, so he quickly leaned over and bumped his shoulder, "Brother Mingyue, I can't let you go. You must always remember me."

Luo Mingyue was afraid of such a tender scene, so she shed tears, hugged Li Zhuangzhuang, and patted his back.

Then he put down the things in his hands, knelt down to Song Tingran first, kowtowed directly without saying a word.

Kowtow to Changyuqiao again.

"The owner, the shopkeeper, and everyone else, I am just a mouse on the roadside. I have only lived like a human being in these years. I will leave tomorrow, and I will probably not be able to come to the embroidery workshop again. Take care of yourself. I will always I will never forget this kindness.”

Changyuqiao was helped by someone, and I was also very moved. After getting along with him for so many years, he was still a servant, and he felt like a relative.