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

The voices of discussion outside were high and low, and the people in the courtyard could not hear clearly.

Lu Yan exchanged a few more pleasantries and prepared to leave. The sun was setting and it would not be a good idea to disturb the reunion.

As soon as she walked out of Wen's father's house, curious villagers immediately surrounded her and asked questions.

"Lu Yan, are you familiar with Miss Song?"

"Average." Lu Yan said.

"You still don't admit it? We all saw it. You were talking so enthusiastically. You just arrived and you're eager to help."

Another villager followed suit and said, "Yes, you were the one who chased Sister Wen away when she came to ask for something. So your relationship is good anyway."

Lu Yan coughed to stop these gossipers from asking, and explained, "I wanted to buy the Wen family's house, but I didn't have enough money. It was Miss Song who bought my small house so that I had enough money. Miss Song also bought lambs and calves from my house before. They said they were familiar with each other, which meant business. I also do business on weekdays, so it's inevitable that we will have no intersection in the future. What's wrong with me coming to help?"

After hearing these words, everyone present was speechless. It was reasonable and logical, so Lu Yan went home.

When Song Tingran saw this scene, he felt more at ease. With Lu Yan's help on a daily basis, Father Wen would not be bullied in Changxing Village.

Wen Li closed the door. Now it was a good time for the family to reunite.

Song Tingran and Wen's father were sitting in the main hall. This was originally a room, but because there was not enough space for so many people to live there, it was converted into a dining room and a place to store daily necessities, and it was kept tidy.

Wen Ci and Wen Li were busy in the kitchen, preparing to make more delicious food to liven up the atmosphere.

"Mr. Song, I have something to tell you."

"Father-in-law, don't be polite to me, just say it."

Father Wen looked at the location of the gate and said, "Mr. Song, do you still remember the youngest husband?"

"The youngest husband?" Song Tingran repeated, then remembered that he said he would go to Ping'an Town to make a living, but he had never met him in the town, "What happened to him?"

"He was really pitiful. It was freezing cold and he fainted on the way to Ping'an Town. It was the village chief who saw him while he was out on business. Now he has a limp in one leg."

Song Tingran listened carefully and responded from time to time, just to make Father Wen less restrained.

"Because we had divided the family before, the village chief didn't want to send him to any family. He was about to die. When I came back from chopping wood, I saw the village chief in a dilemma. Zheng Xin looked at me with his dying breath and called me brother. I couldn't bear it, so I took him back home."

Song Tingran knew that Father Wen was also a kind-hearted person. If she were in that situation, she would also choose to lend a helping hand.

Father Wen looked at Song Tingran apologetically. What happened was still vivid in his mind. Only a few months later, he was taken home by someone.

He also lived by watching Song Tingran. Without her help, he would either starve to death or freeze to death.

Song Tingran smiled lightly, "Zheng Xin is his name? Not bad. If he can change his bad habits and help you with work, you two can be companions. I think that's great."

Father Wen was very surprised. This matter had always been on his mind, and he couldn't bear to drive Zheng Xin away.

At that time, the village chief helped bring Zheng Xin back to this home and left.

He heated the house and covered Zheng Xin with a thick quilt, thinking that whether he could survive depended on fate.

Unexpectedly, the man actually recovered, ate his meal voraciously, knelt down and kowtowed, and all he needed was a place to stay.

Wen's father did not agree directly at that time, but just asked him to stay for a few days and leave after finding a suitable place.

Zheng Xin was no longer spoiled or picky. He chopped wood, cleaned the house and washed clothes every day, and did not let Wen's father do any work.

The two also had a heart-to-heart talk in the dark, and only then did Father Wen realize that Zheng Xin was also suffering.

Since everyone suffered different hardships, they didn't make things difficult for each other, so they stayed together and the two of them had company.

"Mr. Song, I will never be able to repay your kindness in this life. In my next life, I will work like a slave in your house."

"Don't say that. You gave birth to Wen Ci and Wen Li, and I have to thank you. They told me about their childhood. People just stick together for warmth. Don't worry about keeping Zheng Xin, but be careful. If you find that his character is not up to standard, beat him out."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Song."

Father Wen has already said so many thanks that Song Tingran's ears are almost callused from listening to him.

"Hey, why isn't Zheng Xin here? Where is he?"

"Every other day, he would go collect firewood in the afternoon and come back when the sun went down. He was slow, but he was almost there."

"it is good."

Wen Li brought up two plates of food, and his father immediately stood up to help clean up.

"Father, my brother and I finally got back home, so let's show some filial piety."

"Yes, Wen Ci and Wen Li cook delicious dishes, let them show off their skills." Song Tingran also agreed.

Father Wen sighed and sat down with satisfaction. This scene was even happier than the Chinese New Year.

The gate was not locked. Zheng Xin was carrying a basket of firewood with a bundle on top. He was leaning on a wooden stick in his right hand and was struggling to unload the load.

Father Wen came out and said, "Slow down, why are you back so late today?"

"Brother, I walked a little far today. Are you hungry? I'll go cook now."

Zheng Xin put down the firewood and looked up, immediately seeing Song Tingran who was also in the yard.

He was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

"Miss Song, you are here. I, I, I must stay here. I am shameless. Please be kind and let me stay for a few more days."

Zheng Xin burst into tears and his whole body was trembling.

Song Tingran didn't feel that she was that fierce when they met before, so how could she scare him like this?

"This is not my home. I have no say. Just let the owner keep you."

Zheng Xin was so happy that he cried and laughed, kept thanking him, and slowly got up with the help of a wooden stick, which was very difficult.

This posture was strenuous, and the stick broke with a snap, and he fell to the ground. Father Wen helped him up, and then found another similar one from the firewood.

Song Tingran didn't say anything. This wooden stick could not be used as a crutch at all. It was not strong and the length was wrong. If this went on for a long time, Zheng Xin's foot injury would only get worse.

Wen Ci and Wen Li came out of the kitchen when they heard the sound. Since Song Tingran didn't say anything, they also didn't say anything and went back to cook.

Zheng Xin washed his hands and hurried to help.

"Father Wen, Zheng Xin does look much better than before. He is different after going through the hardships of life."

"Well, if he's rushing to do the work, can he really stay?"

"Of course, this is your home, you decide."

There were a total of six dishes, one soup and one cold dish for dinner. The portions were very substantial and there was plenty of meat, more than enough for five people.

Zheng Xin stood beside the dining table, swallowing his saliva, but did not sit down at the table, his eyes staring at the ground.