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

The husbands are all here, Han Congxing is an old acquaintance, and everyone talks.

"Xingzi, why did you bring so many things?" Song Tingran asked.

"Boss, I'm going home now. This time when I go home, I won't celebrate the New Year. I bought some small gifts for everyone, as a good omen."

In the past, Han Congxing never bought anything. Song Tingran and Miss Han gave each other gifts during the holidays.

"No, Xingzi, if I need you to buy something for me, your master should prepare it for you."

Chang Yuqiao immediately picked up, "Yes, Xingzi, these many things cost a lot of money. If you take them home, your mother will be happy."

Han Congxing shook his head and started to unpack the bags on the table in the outer courtyard one by one.

"Master, boss, these are some toys that I gave to the children. They are all new things."

Song Tingran looked over and saw that some homes did not have them. It seemed that Han Congxing went to some good shops to choose them, and the workmanship was very good.

The cubs were also playing in the inner courtyard and had long heard the noise here, but the adults didn't call, so they didn't come over.

"There are also these, some beautiful hair accessories, for you." Han Congxing picked them up and introduced them to the husbands of the Song family, letting them choose for themselves.

Song Tingran was a little embarrassed. She bought this for the whole family, but she didn't prepare anything.

"Xingzi, I'll just keep the toys for the children. You'd better take the rest back. You can use them too. It's too expensive."

"My boss, I will never be able to repay this life-saving grace in my lifetime. I usually stay at the embroidery shop for food and accommodation. It's hard to celebrate the New Year. If I don't buy something, I won't be happy."

Han Congxing took out a separate small box from his arms, and Song Tingran prayed in her heart that it must not be for her, must not be it.

The prayer came true.

This was given by Han Congxing to Changyuqiao.

"Master, thank you for so many years of cultivation. This is a hairpin I carefully selected. I hope you like it."

Chang Yuqiao was very moved. He took it and opened it. He saw that the hosta was worth a lot of money and it was a pair.

"Xingzi, I'm very happy that you gave the master a gift, but it's too expensive. All you earn in this embroidery workshop is hard-earned money."

Chang Yuqiao said and closed the box. He thought it was a small thing, so he accepted it. He didn't expect it to be so valuable.

"Master, accept it. This is exactly a pair. One for you and one for my boss."

Han Congxing's eyes turned red, and Song Tingran felt something was wrong. It was too abnormal.

"Xingzi, did something happen to you? Why do you feel a little strange about you?"

Han Congxing couldn't hold it anymore. The moment the tears flowed out, he quickly wiped them away and tried to stay calm.

"My boss, after I go home this time, I will not come back. I also want to stay with my mother and fulfill my filial piety."

Everyone is reluctant to part with him. After all, Han Congxing has been in the embroidery workshop for so many years and can be seen almost every day.

After he left, he returned to Guan Xiangcheng. It was a long journey, and he was not like Zhu Yuan who came here every day; nor was he like Lin Fusheng, who although he didn't come often, was in Ping'an Town and would come whenever he saw him. Can be seen.

Today, Han Congxing sent a farewell gift. Changyuqiao accepted the pair of hostas and put one of them directly on his head.

"Xingzi, do you think the master looks good wearing it like this?"

"nice."

"Then when are you going to leave?" Chang Yuqiao was very reluctant.

"It's said that there has been heavy snow in the past two days. I'm afraid that if I leave now, it will be inconvenient if there is snow on the road. I will wait until after the snow to leave. I will arrive home years ago."

That's just a few days away.

Song Tingran called all the Zaizai over, "Look, your Uncle Xingzi bought these for you."

Without any instruction, the cubs happily thanked them and then took the gifts one by one, all looking like they liked them very much.

"Wow, this top looks good, and there are patterns on it." Song Qingyi took it to the side and wanted to try it right away.

The other cubs also took their toys and started playing on the side.

"Xingzi, thank you for your gift. We all like it very much. You can have fun these days, do whatever you want, and wait to go home. Have a good New Year. There will be many more days when we can see each other in the future!"

Song Tingran also couldn't bear to part with Han Congxing, who was raised from a child who had not yet reached the age of hairpins.

Chang Yuqiao hugged Han Congxing and said, "Master, I have nothing to do this afternoon. Let's talk in the embroidery workshop."

Shi Yan: "Xingzi, although I'm reluctant to part with you, I'm happy for you from the bottom of my heart. It would be great for you to stay in Guan Xiangcheng and stay with your mother."

Xiao Yuchen: "Yes, when we go to Guan Xiangcheng, we can still play with you."

It's almost time.

Qiao Jinshu said to the cubs who were having fun in the courtyard, "Stop playing and tidy up. It's time to go to the school."

"Okay, Dad Qi." Each Zaizai quickly started to clean up, very quickly.

Shi Yan and Qiao Jinshu took the Zaizai to the book school. Chang Yuqiao and Han Congxing returned to the embroidery workshop. The master and apprentice must have a lot to say.

"My wife, if Xingzi leaves, will he never come back?" Sang Cheng continued to pick strawberries in the greenhouse, and Wen Ci and Wen Li also came to help.

Song Tingran picked up a big strawberry, wiped it casually with a handkerchief, and picked off the small green leaves on the bottom of the strawberry. Just stuffed it into his mouth.

These strawberries are so sweet.

"It is estimated that when he goes back this time, the Korean girl will be very happy. She has been waiting for several years and finally waited. She will definitely introduce him to someone else."

Wen Li: "Guan Xiang's city is full of rich families, Xingzi will definitely live a good life."

Wen Ci: "Yes, it's a good thing for him to go back. I also have to think about what gift to prepare for him."

The four of them picked a lot of strawberries. In addition to Shi Yan and Qiao Jinshu, there were three other gentlemen in the school. Each of them picked a basket, which was also delicious.

"Did we still have a lot of mutton some time ago?" Song Tingran washed her hands and asked.

"Well, they are all cut into pieces and frozen."

Sang Cheng washed a handkerchief and said he wanted to wipe the basket. The one for Mr. Shu Shu should be more careful.

Song Tingran went to look for mutton, but she was not familiar with how and where the things in the house were put. Normally, her husband was in charge.

"Wenli, Wenli." She stood at the small door and shouted.

"My wife, I'm here."

"Well, where is our mutton?"

"Here." Wen Li pointed casually, right in front of Song Tingran, still at the top.

Song Tingran smiled, and the mutton almost jumped into her hand.

"Master Wife, I'll get it."

"Okay, take three yuan, no, four yuan. Our family will also cook mutton for dinner at night, and the rest will be given to the teacher at the school."

Wen Li was very familiar with this place. He only opened a small piece of cover and accurately took out the mutton Song Tingran wanted.