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

"Well, it's getting late, you two should get some rest. You will be very tired from traveling tomorrow."

Wen Li wiped away his tears and said, "Well, thank you, brother. You should go back and have a rest soon."

Shi Yan left and closed the door behind them. Wen Ci and Wen Li looked at the five taels of silver for a long time.

I have never heard of any doctor giving money to his brothers' parents' home, and I have never heard of the wife accompanying her husband back to her parents' home.

However, these are common in the Song family. Every man in Daniu Village is envious of being able to enter the Song family.

As long as you get married, not only can you eat and drink delicious food, you will also have endless pocket money, and your mother's family will also benefit from it.

The next morning, Song Tingran set off with Wen Ci and Wen Li. All the things were prepared a day in advance.

Wen Ci and Wen Li were so happy that the windows of the carriage were open and a gentle breeze was blowing.

"My dear wife, do you still remember the first time we returned to Changxing Village?" Wen Li asked.

"Remember, at that time, our family didn't have a horse carriage. We took Sister Zhao's ox cart to the town, and then we had to find an ox cart to go to Changxing Village."

Wen Ci listened, this was the time he went to pick him up and take him back to Daniu Village. Thinking about how stubborn he was at that time, he couldn't bear to look back now.

"Yes, now it's all right. We can go all the way without changing carriages. The carriage runs fast, too. It's great."

Wen Li sat next to Song Tingran, his legs swinging. The main color was plain green, with soft white gauze as embellishment. He looked energetic and noble.

Wen Ci's color scheme is exactly the opposite, which was something the two of them did on purpose.

We didn't stop on the way, and there were few carriages on this road, so we arrived at Changxing Village smoothly.

Song Tingran thought for a moment and said, "I can just walk to the inn, and you two can drive the carriage over there, which will be easier and save you from having to carry it."

"Wife, I have discussed this with my brother and we still cannot let you stay in the inn alone. Come with us to dad's place. There is room for you."

Wen Li directly crossed Song Tingran's arm and said, "Wife, let's go. If you come back with us, we will also be proud. I thought too much yesterday. Anyway, the family has been divided, and nothing else can cause any trouble."

"it is good."

Song Tingran took Zhiyi away, and Wen Ci and Wen Li followed beside them.

Fortunately, it was right at the entrance of Changxing Village. If Zhiyi ran, she would arrive in just a few steps. It would be troublesome to stop, so it was better to walk.

The door of Wen's father's house was closed. Wen Li ran over and knocked on the door, but there was no sound. He put his ear close to listen, but there was still no movement. He raised his hand and knocked twice again.

"Who is it?" Wen's father's voice came, and it was actually very close to the door.

"Dad, it's me. My brother and I are back to see you."

The door was suddenly opened. Father Wen, with red eyes, held the hands of his two children. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Song Tingran and the carriage by the door.

Father Wen hurried out, still very reserved. Facing Song Tingran, he was so nervous that he didn't know what to say. With mixed feelings, he looked at his two children.

"You two are so ignorant. You are already someone else's family, yet you come back and bring your head of the family back with you. Really."

Song Tingran quickly said that it was okay, she was planning to come back and visit her friend Lu Yan.

Father Wen didn't know how to address Song Tingran. The Wen family was in disarray now, and what Mother Wen had done before was still vivid in his mind. He was too embarrassed to call her Mr. Song, so he had to politely call her Miss Song.

"Ms. Song, please come in and sit down. I just boiled some hot water. I'll go pour it for you."

Father Wen greeted him, but Song Tingran didn't care at all what he was called.

"No hurry, Father-in-law Wen, let's sit down and talk after we finish moving the things."

Song Tingran raised his foot to get on the carriage, but Wen Ci got there first and carried it.

"Wife, we'll be here for a few days. You can supervise and see if my brother and I are moving well."

"Yes, my wife, just watch it. If it doesn't go well, you can blame us."

Song Tingran was not polite. If she took action, Father Wen would be even more nervous. He looked at the half-carriage of things and kept rubbing his hands.

"Miss Song, you brought me a lot of things last time. I can't use them all. My two children also left me some money, which is enough for me."

Wen Li curled his lips, "Father, this is my brother and I's wife, it's too strange for you to call her Miss Song."

"Yes, Wen Li is right. We are a family and we should be inseparable."

Father Wen nodded, still very politely. In his eyes, Song Tingran was like a character in a myth.

He couldn't believe that there were such kind people in the world. He thought that there should be a statue of this deity in the temple, and he was willing to worship it all year round.

The commotion here was not that big, but the Song family's carriage was good, and Zhiyi was well-maintained. Such a scene at the door of an elderly widower who was kicked out of his home soon spread throughout the Changxing Village and attracted many villagers to come and see.

The head of Changxing Village also took a look and left in a hurry. What she hoped most was that the whole village would live well, so that when the outstanding villages were selected, even if she was not selected, she could at least be nominated.

When Lu Yan heard that Song Tingran had arrived, she also rushed over, squeezed through the crowd to the front, wanting to help.

"Miss Song, I have received all the things you sent. Thank you so much. But the fabrics are a bit of a waste for me. I can't wear them on weekdays."

There was no way Song Tingran would let Lu Yan move it around, so he quickly helped her carry it to the yard and put it down.

"Miss Lu, let my husband move the rest."

Seeing that there were quite a lot of villagers outside, Lu Yan thought that Song Tingran might want to avoid suspicion and didn't want others to know that she was helping to take care of Wen's father.

"Okay, thank you anyway. Don't bring me anything in the future. I don't need anything."

"No, no, I'm showing this to you. I know it's not easy for you to help me take care of Father Wen. The children of the Wen family are all very cunning."

Wen Li came in carrying something, just nodded, and went inside to put it down without stopping. Wen Ci did the same.

"It's okay. Everyone in the village knows my straightforward personality. At first, those people from the Wen family knew about this and came to my house, but I turned them away. After that, they never dared to come again. I didn't care, but I couldn't lose face."

"Thank you."

After almost everything had been moved, Wen Li got some fodder for Zhiyi. There was fodder in the yard, which was prepared by Wen's father for the sheep.

The gate was not closed, and the villagers outside were looking inside. Such a good thing made people covetous.

"You can tell me that the one who passed away was really short-sighted. She didn't hold on to such a good husband. She stopped contacting him in the early years, and then he got sick and started making trouble. Now she has lost everything."

"Oh, if this was my husband, I would walk around in Changxing Village with my head held high!"

"There's no chance. Look at Wen Ci and Wen Li. They are so handsome. Who can compare to them?"

"That's not necessarily true. No one would reject something new. I heard that Wen Ci and Wen Li each had one child. I'm afraid they are too old to be useful."