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

Song Tingran found Qiao Jinshu who was dressing up in the house. He was looking in the mirror, and the contents of his makeup box were spread out on the table.

"Oh, isn't this the wife? I'm not taking Anfu to the town to see the doctor today, why don't you go?" She was angry.

"You're the only one who likes to be jealous."

Qiao Jinshu stood up and immediately stood next to Song Tingran, saying, "I'm just jealous."

"I love it when you're jealous."

Qiao Jinshu knew that Song Tingran had good intentions in rescuing people. He also heard from Wen Ci and others that they were taking Anfu to the town to see a doctor. He also knew that Anfu's legs were much better after he recovered, so there was no need to go to the town. However, he still wanted to say it.

"Jinshu, you know, you and I are the best and closest at home. So, there are no secrets between us, right?"

"Correct."

"Then are you plotting something? Can you tell me about it behind my back? I am absolutely, absolutely. I swear not to tell anyone else." Song Tingran raised three fingers, extremely serious.

Qiao Jinshu had a wicked smile on his face and leaned closer. Song Tingran knew what he wanted to do even with her eyes closed, so she took the initiative to kiss him.

"My wife, please help me see which hair tie I wear today that better matches my clothes today?"

Song Tingran was pulled to the dressing table. She really wanted to know, so she calmly helped to choose, trying one by one.

"This looks good. It's very similar to the color of your clothes today."

"But this way the headband won't be conspicuous."

"What about this one? It's brightly colored."

"That doesn't seem to match the clothes." Qiao Jinshu was still hesitant, mainly because he had too many jewelry.

"Well...then I'll take you to town to buy new ones."

"Okay, Madam, you are so kind, let's set off now."

Qiao Jinshu stood up and left. Song Tingran caught up with her and pulled her hair?

"Oh, my wife, it hurts."

"Did you forget something, Qiao, Jin, Shu!"

Qiao Jinshu rubbed his head and said, "My wife, what secret can we have? There is nothing. I love you the most. You know it and will never do anything weird."

"I don't believe it. You have become a lot more cunning. You are not as innocent as before. Do you think I will believe your sweet words?"

Qiao Jinshu looked outside and carefully pulled Song Tingran towards the innermost part of the room.

"Jinshu, is this unnecessary? The door is closed, so you shouldn't be able to hear anything from outside."

"My wife, it's necessary because this is a shocking secret. I told you that you promised to keep it a secret from me."

Song Tingran nodded repeatedly. Sure enough, Qiao Jinshu was the best place to start.

"Big brother said that after the new year, he wants to create a set for the children of the book school..."

"Qiao! Jin! Shu!"

Song Tingran pushed Qiao Jinshu away, snorted, and walked out of his room.

Even if she doesn't say anything, she doesn't want to know or ask yet. Anyway, with a family like this, sooner or later she will be exposed and find out.

Because it was the beginning of the new year, Song Lingjia didn't have to go to town today. Doctor Ying gave her a day off.

Song Changyue was looking for something in the field, rummaging around like a house mole.

Song Tingran was about to return to the main room when he saw Song Changyue.

"Yueyue, what are you looking for? Do you need mother's help?"

Song Zhangyue was stunned at first, standing there and looking at Song Tingran, as if he was making a big decision.

Song Tingran also looked at her, then opened the small door, entered the field, and walked to her side, "Yueyue?"

"Mom, I just went to see the vegetables in the greenhouse. They are all very good. There are a lot of corn and cabbage here."

"Well, whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you later."

"No, mother, I want to send some vegetables to little master Jincheng. There probably isn't much to eat in Jinming Temple in winter."

Song Tingran agreed without even thinking about it. Jinming Temple was originally a big temple. With Song Changyue's words, not only could he send some to little master Jincheng, but he could also send a batch to the temple.

Song Changyue also didn't expect that her mother agreed without asking anything, and immediately became excited, "Mother, I have saved a lot of pocket money, and I will buy vegetables for our family to deliver."

"What are you thinking about? Yueyue, you don't need money to get things at home. You can keep your pocket money to do what you want to do."

"Thank you, mother." Song Changyue hugged her, her little hands were a little dirty and she didn't touch her, so she just used her arms to hug her.

"But mother, why didn't you ask me why?"

"Why? You just want to send some vegetables to the little master Jincheng of Jinming Temple. You don't want to blow up Jinming Temple."

"Mom...you are so kind."

Song Tingran asked the whole family to pack a lot of vegetables of many kinds, including potatoes, cabbage, and sweet potatoes in large quantities.

It's just that Zhu Yuan didn't come to the embroidery workshop today, so Qi Gui didn't come either. The vegetables couldn't be sent out today, so they were all packed and sent to the embroidery workshop by the family.

"Luo Mingyue, Han Congxing, Gu Yan, come and help." Chang Yuqiao shouted.

In addition to the three of them, Anfu also came quickly, limping, and helped carry the vegetables.

"Anfu, are you feeling better today?" Song Tingran asked casually.

"Benefactor, it's better. It's much better. It was too cold last night. After it warms up, I can walk and everything is fine." Anfu lowered his head and spoke, answering very respectfully.

After saying that, he quickly knelt down. This should have happened last night, but it was too late today.

"Benefactor, thank you for saving my life, thank you! I will thank you for the rest of my life, and I will thank you for the next life as well. I will work hard."

Song Tingran smiled and said: "Okay, get up, it will be better now. You can stay in the embroidery workshop first. If you feel uncomfortable, there is no need to rush to work."

Song Tingran was about to leave after delivering the fruits, but suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

"Anfu, wait a moment."

"Benefactor." Anfu was about to sort out a basket of vegetables. Hearing Song Tingran call him, he responded quickly.

"What are your plans when you get better?"

"I, I want to wait for my wife to come back to me."

"What if I can't wait?"

Anfu didn't speak, and Song Tingran didn't say anything either. He still had to think clearly about this kind of thing.

Moreover, if that Tian girl really came back to ask for someone, no one would be able to keep Anfu.

"Wait for me. I want to write a letter to Sister Lin. We will all return tomorrow and send it out together." Song Tingran said to the husband.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, they all agreed and waited quietly in the front yard. Among them, Chang Yuqiao entered the embroidery workshop and told Luo Mingyue that they could rest today. If guests come, they will entertain them. If there is no one, they will rest. No need. Work.

Song Tingran thought about an important thing. When she was visiting Shengjing City before, Lin Qinghe took her to the bank of Liushui River. It was said that there was a good man who took in homeless men.