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

"Sang Cheng, this can't be the sound of Yue Yue... practicing the guzheng, right?"

"Hmm... Anyway, it's not Third Brother's Yueqin sound. Maybe it comes from someone else's house. It's also possible."

Sang Cheng didn't speak confidently. He and Song Tingran looked at each other and covered themselves with quilts, but they still heard clearly.

"Hey, no wonder Yueyue has never practiced at home since she learned the guzheng, so it's like this." Song Tingran couldn't believe it, this child was quite talented, how could he play like this.

"My wife, Yueyue is still young, so she probably hasn't found the trick yet. Besides, I can feel the melody as I listen to it. I just want to listen more."

"Well, just practice more and don't talk about it tomorrow, otherwise you will hurt the child's self-esteem."

"okay."

Song Lingjia still had no intention of stopping. Song Changyue was worried that it would wake up other people in the house, so he directly held down one of her hands, and the sound suddenly stopped.

"Jiajia, it's late at night, and I'm a little sleepy. Why don't you go back and have a good sleep? Mom said she's going to make rice wine tomorrow, and we're all going to help."

"That's right. I'll go back first. Go to sleep. Sister Yueyue, sweet dreams, it's best to dream about me."

Song Lingjia jumped back to her room. Song Changyue breathed a sigh of relief, took a handkerchief and gently wiped the guzheng.

It's not that I dislike Song Lingjia, but I really like it and I always rub it when I have nothing to do.

Chang Yuqiao knocked on Song Changyue's door with a glass of hot milk. She thought it was Song Lingjia who had come back and shouted: "I have gone to bed."

"Okay, you have a good rest. Dad is leaving first."

"Dad? Wait a minute!"

Song Changyue hurriedly opened the door and took the hot milk, feeling very warm in her heart.

"Yueyue, don't work too hard. Drink the milk and go to bed early."

"Okay, thank you, Dad. You should also go back and have a good rest."

Chang Yuqiao left, and Song Changyue breathed a sigh of relief again. Song Lingjia must have woken up his father just now, so he brought the milk. He wanted to remind him tactfully, otherwise the whole family would not be able to sleep well.

He drank it down and got into bed.

On the way back from Changyuqiao, he also breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't expect that Song Changyue was so bad at learning. He originally wanted to come to express his condolences, but it turned out that nothing happened, so he didn't say anything and just let nature take its course. good.

The next day, we really slept until midnight, adults and children alike, including Manfu.

Song Tingran was used to getting up early and woke up early. She felt very comfortable lying on the bed. It felt so good to stay in bed, and she had Sang Cheng taking care of her.

At noon, I just made an egg fried rice, found the braised beef and beef jerky from before, fried a mushroom, made a meat box with lotus root slices, and stir-fried clams, but didn't do anything else. .

Egg Fried Rice

Stewed beef

Dried beef

fried mushrooms

Lotus root meat box

Spicy fried clams

The chickens, ducks, cows and sheep in the livestock shed were so hungry that they mooed, bleated, and quacked, a lively folk symphony.

For the first time, Xiao Yuchen wore gloves and fed fodder. Song Tingran rubbed his eyes, thinking he had made a mistake.

"Yu Chen, you are making progress. This is great. It won't hurt your hands."

"Yes, it's just a bit troublesome and not smooth, but my wife, I will pay attention and not let you down."

Song Tingran was confused after hearing this and was about to ask what it meant when Qiao Jinshu pulled him to make rice wine.

"My wife, please tell me, how do you make wine with these weeds that are fed to pigs?" Qiao Jinshu dragged a pile over.

"Making rice wine requires distiller's yeast, which is a very important thing. These spicy Polygonum are used to make distiller's yeast."

Qiao Jinshu didn't believe it, and the Zaizai all looked at it blankly. Song Tingran started to make it directly.

"Yu Chen, Qiao, you two go get five kilograms of rice and grind it into powder with a stone mill."

"Okay." The two of them hurried over, and the stone mill was right in front of the well.

"Master Wife, what are we going to do?" Shi Yan asked.

“Let’s clean the Polygonum spp. together!”

In fact, you can go to the river to clean, but it is troublesome to move them all there. There is a well at home, so it is not as convenient as at home.

Everyone started cleaning together. Xiao Yuchen and Chang Yuqiao were doing hard work, and using oxen to pull the stone mill could save effort. However, after a while, the husbands would go over to change.

The cubs were cleaning carefully, and they even got into a fight while washing themselves. I don’t know how it happened.

"Hahahaha, can't you catch up with me?" Song Qingyi ran in a circle, and Song Lingjia chased behind him with Polygonum spp.

"I can catch up, huh."

Song Changyue looked amused, clapped her hands, and sang a children's song about throwing handkerchiefs, "Throw away, throw away, throw away handkerchiefs..."

The other cubs all started singing along. What was originally a personal "grievance" between Song Qingyi and Song Lingjia turned directly into a game of throwing handkerchiefs.

The Polygonum in Song Lingjia's hand directly replaced the handkerchief. She quietly placed it behind Sang Cheng's back. He didn't know it at all and thought it was just children playing.

Chang Yuqiao pushed Sang Cheng and said, "Sang Cheng, I'm behind you, chase him quickly."

"Ah?" Sang Cheng looked back, picked up the Polygonum spp., and hurriedly chased after him. Unfortunately, he found it too late and couldn't catch up. Now it was his turn to throw the "handkerchief."

After playing for a while, everyone was a little tired. Song Tingran asked everyone to take a break. There were still a lot of things to do in a while.

We make a lot of beef jerky, and now we eat it as a snack. Seeing that everyone likes it, Song Tingran thinks that he will kill another cow when the Chinese New Year is approaching.

"Shi Yan, we still have a lot of beef jerky at home. You can go give some to your mother-in-law and the others tomorrow."

"No, this thing won't go bad. The children like to eat it, so I won't give it away. Besides, it's beef, so I'll probably talk about it again."

"It's okay. Just go and deliver it. Just say it was my idea. No, that's fine. When the New Year is about to come, if we run out of food, we'll just kill another one."

Qiao Jinshu: "Huh? Are you going to slaughter the cow? Well, I'll have to choose this time, okay?"

Xiao Yuchen is a carnivore who is not picky about food. He thought of the delicious taste of beef again, "Okay, I have experience. I won't make my clothes so dirty this time."

Qiao Jinshu glanced at Xiao Yuchen and gave a thumbs up gesture. Facing his change, Song Tingran also found it novel. He was killing the cow in cooperation and wearing gloves.

It’s almost time to rest, and the Polygonum spp. also needs to be pounded into powder, which is a huge amount of work.

I just used a garlic grinder at home, but I didn’t have that much at home, so I found some stones from outside and it worked just as well.

The whole family pounded Polygonum spp. together, the movements were neat, and the sound of the stones colliding was different and rhythmic.

At least, it's much more pleasant than the magical piano sound last night.