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

"My wife, I brought a lot of leek buns and fried pancakes. If you're hungry, take a bite."

Sang Cheng sat obediently next to her, always lowering his head. Because there were other women on the oxcart, he didn't dare to look around.

"Okay, if you're hungry, just take it and eat it."

Although Zhao Yu was sitting in front driving the bullock cart, he was also worried about going to such a far place and not familiar with the place. However, because there were other people in the car, he never spoke. It was only after the car years were gone that she found an opportunity.

"Sister Song, be careful when you go out. Take this with you."

"This is?"

Zhao Yu had fifty coins in his hand and a small red lucky bag.

"This lucky bag is owned by everyone who drives the cattle cart. It is said that it can keep the cattle healthy and make walking at night smooth. I can't help you, so just bring it with you as a guarantee of safety. You also need this Money, for rest on the road.”

Song Tingran refused immediately and pushed and pushed Zhao Yu for a long time. Finally, she had no choice but to accept the lucky bag, but she could never ask for money. She had it in her hand and was not short of money.

"If you have money, you have money. Go early and come back early. I will also take the time to check on the well workers. You can go about your business in peace."

"Thank you, Sister Zhao. I'll leave now."

Zhao Yu pointed her in the direction of taking an ox cart to Fenghua Village, and then hurried to the furniture store to tell shopkeeper Chen about the fire wall.

"Excuse me, are you going to Fenghua Village?"

The driver took a look and said, "Yes, but there is only one seat left. Pay two cents per person. Just get on the bus and leave."

"But there are two of us. When is the next train?"

The driver was impatient and a little anxious to leave. He had already begun to untie the rope from the cow.

"One train a day, it's a long journey. Otherwise, let him follow the bullock cart and save two pence."

The driver pointed at Sang Cheng naturally.

No one on the oxcart thought anything was wrong, and they all thought it was a good idea. Once everyone was there, they could set off immediately.

"No, he's not in good health. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it if he walks such a long distance. How about a squeeze? He doesn't take up much space."

The cart driver looked at her in disbelief, sighed, and said that this would have to be discussed with the people on the cart. If everyone agreed, she would be fine.

"That won't work. Originally, everyone was sitting loosely and fast, but now there's one more person, and it's not suitable anymore."

"Yes, yes, I said, just let your young man follow behind the bullock cart. Hey, he's wearing cloth shoes, so it's no problem."

The people on the oxcart said a few words, but they didn't agree with the addition of one more person.

Sang Cheng was used to suffering. He didn't want to embarrass his wife, so he pulled her sleeves hard.

"Master Wife, we can do it. You've eaten too much and it's just time to eat it up. Please get in the car quickly."

This couldn't fool Song Tingran. Going to Fenghua Village was more convenient than going to Changxing Village. It would be good to set off now as it got dark, but she wouldn't want to part with it.

"Those who are away from home rely on fellow villagers to help each other. In this way, if I have some dumplings here, let's chat and eat something in the car. The time has passed quickly, so how about we squeeze out a place for him? "

Sang Cheng protected the package. This was white bread, and many families couldn't even afford it during the New Year.

Song Tingran stretched out his hand. Sang Cheng would rather leave than share the food, but his wife's attitude was clear, so he had no choice but to let go.

Song Tingran took out something wrapped in oil paper from her bag. As soon as she took it out, there was a bright smell of leeks. She didn't take the oil cake, but gave the package to Sang Cheng, and he hugged her tightly again.

When the parchment paper was opened, the white bread was exposed, and everyone was interested.

"Oh, what kind of buns are there? These are all from Fenghua Village. They are all from the village. We should put our things away a little so that we can sit down."

Those who didn’t agree just now now agree.

Since Sang Cheng was the only husband, he was asked to sit at the edge, next to Song Tingran, thus separating him.

When the coachman saw that the matter was resolved, he was also happy to receive an extra two cents, and he didn't care how the people in the car sat.

"drive."

Song Tingran is also a person who keeps his word. Not counting the two of them, there are still seven people in the car. Everyone is given a piece of white bread. Some are embarrassed to ask for it, but they can't resist the temptation. Those who pushed were accepted.

I don't know if it was because of the white bread, but Song Tingran suddenly became closer to everyone.

"I see you guys are strangers. Are you going to Fenghua Village to visit relatives?"

The speaker was Wang Yulan, who looked middle-aged and put on weight. He ate the buns in a few bites and stared at the greased paper in Song Tingran's hand.

Song Tingran pretended not to understand and said: "We are just visiting relatives. Do you know what the Sang family is called..."

She had forgotten a bit, but this last name was rare, so maybe people in the car had heard of it, so they might as well ask in advance.

"Sang Hui." Sang Cheng remained silent and whispered a reminder at the critical moment.

People in the car expressed their knowledge that her family lived in the center of Fenghua Village. The location was very good and the people were nice. She was living a comfortable life now, but they had never heard of any relatives.

Sang Cheng was secretly hating him next to him. Song Tingran felt his trembling, turned her head and patted his knee to express comfort.

Sang Cheng reluctantly smiled, showing his bitterness.

Wang Yulan: "Hey, you look familiar to me."

Sang Cheng didn't know Wang Yulan. He shrank back. The others also looked at Sang Cheng carefully. They all looked familiar, but they couldn't remember it for the moment.

Song Tingran could see that Sang Cheng was embarrassed, and didn't want people to stare at her husband. They looked back and forth, coughed a few times, and everyone sat down and stopped looking.

I thought this matter would just go away, but unexpectedly, Wang Yulan suddenly slapped her thigh, which shocked everyone.

"Oh, are you little Sang Cheng? Your mother is Sang Xue, many years ago..."

Wang Yulan spoke quickly and did not continue the second half of the sentence, but everyone knew what was going on, because Fenghua Village was not very big, and almost every household had something that could be spread.

"You, are you my mother's friend?"

Song Tingran directly held Sang Cheng's hand, fearing that he would lose his seat and fall directly under the car.

"Well, when you were young, you went to my house to play. At that time, you even joked that I wanted you to marry my Nianyun. Later, you disappeared."

Song Tingran smelled the gossip. She looked at Wang Yulan and wanted to hear some follow-up, but no one spoke anymore. Wang Yulan couldn't hide anything with her mouth, and she was also a heartless person.