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

Seeing Song Tingran was like seeing gold, and I was particularly enthusiastic. But when I heard that I was asking a guzheng master, my enthusiasm immediately dropped by half.

"I said, distinguished guest, we only play the piano and the guzheng here. For something as elegant as the guzheng, you have to go to a small restaurant in the city. There may be one."

"Thank you. Farewell."

Song Tingran took Sang Cheng and left this place of right and wrong. If he stayed any longer, he might be dragged directly into the place to spend money. Then it wouldn't be something that could be solved with just a little money.

"My wife, we've been gone all afternoon. It seems that no one in Ping'an Town knows how to play guzheng anymore. What should we do? Yueyue will be very disappointed."

"I didn't expect anyone to know it. I thought it was a very common musical instrument, eh? Do you know which book Yueyue read about the guzheng?"

Sang Cheng shook his head. He only knew about the guzheng yesterday. The two of them had no idea. Unconsciously, they felt that they had reached the door of the Song Family Restaurant again, and it happened to be over here.

Wen Li was very happy, "My wife, did you come to pick us up specially?"

"Well... I guess." Song Tingran felt guilty, but Sang Cheng didn't feel guilty at all. He nodded firmly, indicating that he was here specifically to pick him up.

Wen Li nodded, and Wen Ci also understood. They thought it was because there were so many people here, and Song Tingran deliberately said it tactfully.

Zhu Qing saw that Song Tingran seemed a little tired and said with concern: "My boss, you must be tired. Even if you are young, you should pay attention to rest."

"Thank you. I am looking for a guzheng master for the sake of my little girl, but I have been looking for a whole day and can't find one. It seems that the area of ​​​​Ping'an Town is not big enough."

"Guzheng?"

"Well, Miss Zhu, do you know?" Song Tingran saw hope.

The waiters from other restaurants left first. Zhu Qing said: "To tell you the truth, my second daughter can do it, but she has never taught anyone. If she wants to learn the basics, she can still do it."

"Great, when is it convenient for us to meet?"

Song Tingran and Zhu Qing decided on their next study plan. They would start studying tomorrow and study every other day, so that Song Changyue School and Guzheng could be studied together.

"Miss Zhu, thank you very much."

"You're welcome, boss, let's see you tomorrow."

Zhu Qing left. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with her legs and feet. She was walking smoothly and there was no sign of any injuries. Moreover, according to Wen Ci, she didn't say any pain in her legs during the entire journey today.

The few of them returned home together. The first time they got home, Song Tingran found Song Changyue who had just arrived home.

"Yueyue, mother has found a chef for you. Although I haven't met him in person, he should be a very good person. Master Zhu's mother is a chef in our restaurant."

"Really? Mom, I thought it wouldn't go so smoothly. When should I start?" Yueyue was very happy.

"Tomorrow, Mom will go with you, and you will also meet Master Zhu."

The mother-in-law wiped the guzheng together in the house, and the smile on Song Changyue's little face never faded.

Shi Yan stood in the middle of the inner courtyard and shouted to the upstairs: "It's time for dinner, my wife, Yueyue, come down."

Song Changyue ran to the corridor and looked down, "Here we come, big daddy."

At night, Song Changyue wrote letters in her room. In the past, the little sisters lived together. Sometimes they were a little embarrassed to write letters and hid them. Now they can write openly, and they still miss the time when they lived together. .

Since the last time I received a letter from Master Jincheng, I haven't received one again. Song Changyue is still a little disappointed at this point.

When she wrote in the letter that she wanted to learn the guzheng, she came up with the matter of a separate room and the whole cattle feast. After writing this, she quickly clenched it into a ball of paper and threw it away. From what she wrote, monks should not eat meat.

Tudu and change.

Finally, when I wrote the third letter, I put it away with satisfaction, blew out the candles, and lay down on the bed.

Song Changyue couldn't sleep, thinking about why little master Jin Cheng didn't reply to her. Maybe it was because Jinming Temple was very busy and there were too many pilgrims and he didn't have time. Maybe it was because he hadn't learned more words, or maybe it was his senior brother. They didn't let him write the letter.

After all, as a monk, there must be many inconveniences. If she can think of so many, there must be more.

Thinking, thinking, Song Changyue fell asleep without even covering himself with a quilt. Still feeling cold in the middle of the night, he wrapped himself up subconsciously.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

Manfu shouted outside the small door. Next to him was a larger ox bone stick, which had been chewed into a smooth shape and was used as a teething stick.

It wagged its tail, waiting for someone to open the small door so that it could play in the yard.

Xiao Yuchen stretched and walked over, opened the small door naturally, and immediately started feeding the livestock. Manfu followed him, just like a little follower.

It was normal at first. When Xiao Yuchen fed the cow, suddenly the delicious dishes he had eaten before appeared in his mind, such as beef brisket, persimmons, beef cubes and so on.

So fragrant.

Xiao Yuchen quickly closed the door of the cowshed and stopped thinking about it, but if Song Tingran wanted to slaughter another cow next time, he would definitely not object.

After breakfast, Song Tingran, Sang Cheng, Wen Ci, Wen Li, and Song Changyue set off for Ping'an Town.

I didn’t bring the guzheng with me because Song Tingran specifically asked me yesterday. I don’t need to bring it with me at the beginning. I can just bring it with me later if I need it, so as to save trouble.

Song Lingjia felt a little envious when she saw that her carriage had disappeared.

"Big Daddy, besides Yueqin and Guzheng, what other musical instruments are there?"

"Huh? There are many more. Why, do we, Jiajia, also want to learn something?"

"let me see."

Song Lingjia was in the book school. When everyone was reading together, he secretly read a book about musical instruments. He couldn't understand it at all, so he simply closed his eyes and selected which page.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Shi Yan in front of him. He immediately took it away and ordered Song Lingjia to stand behind him.

In the school, her own children were students, and they were not polite. Song Lingjia knew this and did not beg for mercy. After all, it was her fault. She obediently began to stand still, thinking about the name of the musical instrument she just saw, the suona. ?

Song Leyu looked back at Song Lingjia, who was forced to stand, and felt a little distressed, but she made a face, looking nonchalant, and mouthed, telling Song Leyu to read well and leave her alone.

Song Leyu turned back and could only find other opportunities to save people.

There is a teahouse in Pingan Town. There are elegant rooms here. Many literati and elegant guests like to drink tea here. First of all, the atmosphere is there.

Master Zhu's facial features are very similar to Zhu Qing's, and she looks like a family member at first glance. She behaves elegantly and puts down the guzheng gently.