Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

Said very generously.

Anyway, even if my old man bullies others, it's just that little skill.

Innocent.

"What are these two bags?"

to be frank.

Facing this incident, Song Qingshan still felt a little guilty.

Marry a young girl here.

Secretly let Lou Xiaoe...

It is estimated that in less than three months, Lou Xiaoe's pregnancy will appear.

Qin Huairu is not stupid.

After the bridal chamber, everything came to light.

You don't need to guess what is going on with Lou Xiao'e, and it will be a little troublesome then.

But then again.

Only a couple of days.

The reason why Song Qingshan is so confident that Lou Xiao'e can leave a queen for herself.

It's all because this girl is prone to pregnancy.

In the original plot.

Lou Xiao'e fled to Xiangshi and had a relationship with Shazhu.

That's it.

After seven or eight years, a child was brought back.

Stupid can do it.

Song Qingshan felt that he would not lose to him.

"Old man, my mother asked me to bring these here. They are all local products from the countryside."

"There's also a native chicken."

Qin Huairu hurried over to open a package, and took out a native hen that hadn't shed its hair yet.

"My father-in-law is a bastard. I didn't expect the mother-in-law to feel sorry for her son-in-law."

Looking at the native hen that Qin Huairu brought out.

Song Qingshan was a little surprised.

Now this age.

Life in the country can be said to be miserable, and this chicken is probably worth more than a pig in the future.

Bring it when you say it.

Not stingy anymore.

"That's right, my father didn't agree with the beating to death at first, and my mother was caught and killed in the middle of the night."

bring this up.

Qin Huairu couldn't help but want to laugh.

"My mother also said that no matter how rich the people in the city are, the gift of 100 yuan is a gift, which means that there is no limit to being good to our daughter."

"If you don't even want to give your son-in-law a chicken, what face will our family have in seeing your son-in-law in the future?"

Qin Huairu imitated her mother's tone.

It was described to Song Qingshan wonderfully and beautifully.

It looks very playful and cute.

"Then did you give the bride price to your mother?" Song Qingshan asked.

"Give it."

Qin Huairu nodded.

"Didn't your father want it?"

Although I have been instructed, I think of the old man who is open to money.

Song Qingshan was still worried.

He doesn't care about money.

What he cares about is that he can't let a bastard spend it, and the kind husband and wife won't lose anything in the end.

"Why didn't you ask for it? My dad kept pestering me for money on the way back, and I gave it to my mom as soon as I got home."

"My father didn't give up, so he asked my mother for it."

"Later, someone from our local police station came to inquire about the situation of the widower, and I told my father that they were my man's subordinates. If you still dare to ask for money, you will be arrested."

"Then my father will be honest."

"Old man, I, I did nothing wrong, right?" Qin Huairu finished speaking, then looked at Song Qingshan with a guilty conscience.

Under the banner of his own old man, he pretends to be a tiger.

Qin Huairu has been worried that she will be blamed.

"Well, well done."

Song Qingshan nodded.

He also said: "When you get married, let your mother stay in the city for two days."

"Then my mother is not happy."

Qin Huairu smiled.

"Did you bring the account book?" Song Qingshan asked again.

"Bring it."

Hearing this, Qin Huairu quickly took out the household registration booklet from the pocket of her cotton-padded jacket.

Then hand it to the old man.

Song Qingshan raised his hand to take it and looked at it.

In this era, there is no such thing as a household registration book, and they are all called household registration books.

In fact, just a few sheets of tissue paper.

Poor quality.

The basic information of Qin Huairu's family is registered on it.

"Okay, tomorrow I'll go to the factory to issue a letter of introduction, and we'll get the certificate the day after tomorrow." Song Qingshan said solemnly.

Currently.

No letter of introduction is required to get married in the countryside.

Just go to the brigade to register.

But in the city, it is more cumbersome. You need to go to the unit to open a letter of introduction to get a marriage certificate.

"Listen to the old man."

Qin Huairu was excited and smiled.

"Can you have dinner, old man? If you don't eat it, I will stew the chicken for you."

"Don't talk about dinner, I haven't eaten lunch yet."

Song Qingshan was busy in the elixir garden all afternoon, drank some Linquan, and didn't feel hungry at all.

"what."

The old man's words made Qin Huairu very distressed.

"Then I'll cook it quickly."

"Old man, if you are like this, I will not dare to go back to my mother's house in the future."

Qin Huairu glanced at her old man angrily.

Then start boiling water.

The feathers of the old hen were quickly and neatly removed, and then put into the pot and started to simmer.

"Old man, our house is out of salt."

Qin Huairu reached into the salt jar, but couldn't squeeze out even a single grain of coarse salt.

"There is no taste without salt."

"The supply and marketing cooperative should not be closed yet, go quickly."

An old hen.

If you eat it without taste.

That would be a shame.

"Then I'll go." Qin Huairu took off her apron.

"Don't forget to bring the salt ticket."

Song Qingshan exhorted.

"Remember."

Qin Huairu nodded, then went into the back room and took out a salt ticket from the box.

Hurry out of the house.

"Huairu, you're finally out."

"If you don't come out again, I will go to the old man's house to find you."

It was getting dark.

As soon as Qin Huairu reached the front yard, she heard Jia Dongxu standing at the door calling her.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Qin Huairu asked coldly.

"You go into the room first, my mother has something to tell you." Jia Dongxu said in a commanding tone.

"No time."

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes and didn't intend to stop at all.

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"If you don't come, then don't blame everyone in the courtyard tomorrow knowing why you married the old man."

"It's too late to make you regret it."

Jia Dongxu threatened.

Hearing this, Qin Huairu stopped.

The old man knew the reason.

But he has never allowed a showdown, if the Jia family's mother and son jump over the wall in a hurry to shake things up.

At that time, there will be rumors in the courtyard.

The old man's face must be dull.

Qin Huairu hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to let Jia Dongxu into the house.

"Huairu, just now I saw that you brought two packages of things, which should be local products brought from the countryside."

"Why didn't you mention it at home?"