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

Some people took chopsticks, some people took bowls, some people brought rice, and some people went to get some pickles made at home.

Everyone took their seats.

Shi Le'an: "Mother, Jiajia isn't here?"

The adults looked over, and sure enough, Song Lingjia's seat was empty. Sang Cheng, who was near the door, stood up, opened the door, and saw her in a daze in the courtyard.

"Jiajia, it's time to eat, come quickly."

"Ah? It's time to eat. It's ready so quickly."

Song Lingjia had been in a daze, immersed in his own world, thinking about problems he didn't understand. It was also pitch black. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice it at all.

She ran in quickly, her little hands were a little cold, and sat down.

The answer and the original intention are completely unworthy of mentioning in front of the scallion pork rice bowl.

Today's second dinner was a success. Everyone was very happy except for Manfu who was in the field.

The extremely sour stir-fried green beans and pulpy tomatoes and eggs are all in its rice bowl.

There are also circles of bitter gourd, which are raw, and no dogs like to eat them at all.

In the dining room.

Qiao Jinshu: "Second brother, don't say that. You are really good at cutting bananas, and your knife skills are better than mine."

Shi Yan: "It's just after dinner, eat some fruit, Yu Chen, thank you for your hard work."

Manfu's heart: Does anyone care about dogs anymore...

The New Year is coming in seven or eight days, and this is a big day. Song Tingran not only has to prepare for his family, but also prepares a lot of gifts to give out, so when he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't stay in bed.

Sang Cheng, Wen Ci, and Wen Li didn't go to town, but Shi Yan and Qiao Jinshu took the children to the book school.

In this way, Song Lingjia was anxious to death.

"Mother, I still have to go to the hospital today, and I have to answer Doctor Ying's questions." She pulled Song Tingran's sleeve pitifully.

"Mom knows, I have to take you to ride a bullock cart. Don't worry, Aunt Zhao will take you to the hospital and pick you up in the evening."

"Great, let's go now, mother."

Song Tingran took Song Lingjia's hand and was about to go out. Sang Cheng chased after her, "My wife, why don't I send Jiajia off? It won't be a hassle."

"No, Sister Zhao and Yu Jing are both here today, so we don't need to make a special trip. Go and handle the chickens with them."

"it is good."

Just like this, Song Lingjia talked all the way, and Song Tingran was a qualified listener.

"Sister Zhao, please help me take Jiajia to the hospital and bring her back in the evening. My family has prepared a lot of things today, so I won't go there."

"No problem. I don't think you need to go there in the future. And Yueyue, I know where it is. I can just help you deliver it."

Song Lingjia was very polite. The first thing he did when he arrived was to say hello. When he saw people starting to talk, he didn't interrupt and sat obediently on the bullock cart.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Zhao. Please go slower on the road."

"Go back, go back."

When Zhao Yu saw that the crowd was almost there, he hugged Song Lingjia inside again, then walked to the front, sat down, whipped his whip, and drove the cart forward.

As soon as Song Tingran arrived home, he saw Xiao Yuchen covered in blood. He was wearing old clothes on purpose.

"Yu Chen, wipe your face, come on."

"Well, it's okay, it hasn't been taken care of yet."

Song Tingran thought that the chickens had not been taken care of yet. When he got to the field, he saw that they were not chickens, but cows. The cows were mooing, and the other husbands were still helping.

"Master Wife, look at my technique. How do you think it is? Isn't it much more skillful than the last time the two of us slaughtered a cow?"

"Well, I am indeed much more proficient, but didn't you say you will kill a few chickens today and I will make chicken racks for you to eat?"

All the husbands were confused. The cowhide in Sang Cheng and Wen Ci's hands was still drying, and they stopped moving.

Xiao Yuchen was at a loss. He inserted the knife in his hand into the cow and said, "My wife, Jin Shu said that you wanted to slaughter a cow and marked it in advance."

Song Tingran was confused. She never said that she originally planned to slaughter the cow before the Chinese New Year.

Wen Ci: "Master Wife, Jin Shu said it very firmly, so we didn't ask any more questions."

Chang Yuqiao: "Yes..."

Sang Cheng: "I thought I was in a hurry to send Jiajia to ride on a bullock cart. I didn't think much about it. I wasn't careful. I wish I had asked."

Wen Li: "This cowhide has just been peeled off. How about we put it on to see if it can survive?"

Everyone looked at Wen Li with speechless faces. Song Tingran saw that everyone was very nervous and said, "It's okay. It doesn't matter if it's one day earlier or one day later. Since it's been slaughtered, let's eat it in advance. But the chicken rack will be there for the time being." I can’t eat anymore.”

"You can also eat..." Sang Cheng said in a low voice.

Song Tingran walked over, and behind the hanging cow was a hen whose neck had been wiped.

Sang Cheng was covering the hen's neck with his hands, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was of no use. After struggling for a few times, he lost his breath.

"Okay, I'll make the chicken stand. You give a portion of the cow to Village Chief Zhou's family, Sister Zhao's family, Shi Yan's family, and some to Qin Gen'er."

Song Tingran turned around and was about to leave, then turned back and said, "By the way, there is also Jin Shu's mother's family. They are waiting for Qiao Xin to pick up the child in the evening, so they can take it away."

The husbands wrote down the gifts one by one, while Song Tingran went to the study to prepare gifts for his friends and write a list.

First, it was given to Lin Qinghe. She always lacked everything in Shengjing City, and fruits and other things were always brought to her, so it was really difficult.

But it is these thoughts that make people feel warm. Song Tingran started writing.

They had made a lot of clothes for children in Changyuqiao before, including some for the children of Lin Qinghe's family. They just happened to bring them there this time, and then they brought more beautiful cloths.

Song Tingran was writing and writing, and suddenly realized that Lin Qinghe hadn't eaten beef jerky yet, so he just happened to make some and bring them over. He hadn't thought of this before. It seemed that it would take a few days, and it couldn't be delivered before the beginning of the year. .

But it doesn't matter, Lin Qinghe won't mind.

"My wife, the chickens have been taken care of. There are two in total. Are they enough?"

Wen Ci stood at the door of the study with two chickens, looking inside without going in.

Song Tingran came out and stuffed Lin Qinghe's gift list into Wen Ci's waist, "Go to the embroidery workshop to find the clothes and cloth, as well as the rabbit fur scarf and other things you made before. Arrange them first. Then the beef will be dried. Once it’s done, send it over immediately.”

"Oh, okay, Wife, I'll go now, then these two chickens..."

"give it to me."

Wen Ci stopped washing his hands, dried them, then slowly took out the piece of paper from his waist, and went to the embroidery workshop with a smile that couldn't be suppressed.

Song Tingran was already preparing to make a chicken rack in the kitchen, and for the rest, he was making a stir-fried chicken with chili pepper.