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

This was what he said on the scene, but Song Tingran pretended to be surprised and said: "Didn't we say yesterday that no matter how much we order for the first time, it will be the same price, and it will return to normal in the future. Shopkeeper Chu settles the accounts quickly. My memory is not very good.”

Chu Yan smiled awkwardly, changed the topic, and checked Song Tingran's address again, saying that he would wait for the fruit and vegetable garden to open and would definitely tell her to come and support her. Baiweilou also made other dishes.

Song Tingran laughed heartily and said, "I look forward to our next meeting."

She took out a pink peach from her cuff, turned around, put it into Chu Yan's hand, and winked at her.

Chu Yan looked down and before he could react from the shock, he saw the mysterious big boss leaving with someone.

"Master Wife, you are so awesome. Where did you catch so many big fish?"

Sang Cheng was walking next to his wife, with only a few millimeters of distance between their shoulders, and was asking with an adoring look on his face.

"If I say that I can do magic tricks, these are all conjured, would you believe it?"

"My wife is indeed an immortal descended from heaven. This is magic, right?"

Song Tingran, who was coaxed for a moment, was already a little in a daze.

Having money in hand and having a husband by your side is indeed the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Hair fork, small crown, soft scarf...everything is available."

The vendor shouted, instantly attracting Song Tingran. She stopped in front of the stall, dazzled, and glanced at Sang Cheng, who was also staring at one.

Sang Cheng and the others all tied their hair with wooden strips or cloth ribbons. In the past, their family was poor, and even those who married with jewelry, such as Shi Yan and Qiao Jinshu, sold them in order to have enough food. Now think about it, I owe them a lot. There are really many.

She picked up the wooden white plum blossom hairpin that Sang Cheng had been staring at and asked, "Do you like this?"

"what?"

Before Sang Cheng could react, the hairpin with a small plum blossom was inserted into his head.

"It looks pretty and suits you very well. It would be nice if it had a better hairstyle."

Seeing that the stall was about to open, the vendor quickly praised him: "You are really discerning. It only costs ten cents and can be used for many years. My husband knows how to tie hair in many ways. Let him help you do it?"

The husband of the hawker has already picked up the wooden comb and is eager to try it. This stall is still a husband and wife business.

Sang Cheng felt that ten cents was too expensive. On weekdays, the oxcart ride from Daniu Village to Ping'an Town only cost two cents, so he just pulled it off his head, spread it with his hands, made sure it was not dirty, and put it back on the stall.

Song Tingran picked it up again and said to the stall owner: "I want to choose eight different styles. How much do they cost?"

The stall owner rubbed his hands together. In her stall, there were either expensive jewelry or items for fun. They were not expensive and were just for sale.

"If you are sure you want eight, you can choose. I can give you a cheaper price. If you don't think the price is suitable, just put it down and leave."

Song Tingran thought it was okay. The stall owner's husband also had his hair tied all the year round. He first looked at Sang Cheng carefully.

"I'll help you get a high tail and a little bit of broken hair on your forehead. It will best match this plum blossom hairpin."

Sang Cheng was embarrassed and looked at Song Tingran as if asking for help. She nodded, and the husband of the stall owner began to tie his hair. He was very flexible with his hands. After a while, he was cured.

The stall owner took the bronze mirror, and Sang Cheng didn't have the nerve to look deeply at it. He took a quick look and felt that this person didn't look like him anymore.

"Like it?"

"Yes, I like it."

Sang Cheng was so happy that he was about to fly. Coupled with the cotton clothes on his body, he felt like a character in a play.

Song Tingran continued to watch. She thought that Shi Yan was teaching on weekdays and his hair was tied up. It was very refreshing and suitable for wearing a plain crown, so she chose a black one, which was versatile and could go with everything.

The small crown comes as a set, and comes with a thin hairpin of the same color, so you don’t have to think about how to match it.

"This is for Shi Yan, what do you think?"

"It looks good. My eldest brother is now a teacher, so he will be more elegant when he wears it."

Xiao Yuchen was chosen next. He was usually the worst at dressing up, so he just tied a piece of cloth around his head casually, as long as it didn't delay his work.

Song Tingran thought about it and chose a dark blue soft scarf with dark lines. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it. He is also willing to tie up all his hair and wrap the soft scarf around it a few times and tie it up. , the operation is also simple.

It was time to arrive at Changyuqiao. Song Tingran was in trouble. He probably asked him to come out and choose. Even if his body allowed it, he was unwilling. He grabbed a long azure belt and immediately thought of the looseness of Changyuqiao in his mind. Hair, the appearance of playing the piano.

Song Tingran shook his head, no, no, he couldn't think about it anymore.

"My wife, what's wrong with you? Do you have a headache?"

"Ah, no, no."

If Sang Cheng knew that he was thinking about other husbands by his side, he would definitely start selling tea again.

Song Tingran concentrated on choosing the others and was quite satisfied. But when it was her turn, she was in trouble.

She has the memory of her original owner, who has always worn a single snail bun or a round bun with a swallowtail. Without any accessories, she is already very delicate.

I was thinking, otherwise I wouldn't buy it.

"My wife, try this."

Song Tingran took a look and saw that it was a hollow butterfly hairpin. It was very small and inserted into her hair according to the bronze mirror.

Sure enough, I still had to dress up, and I felt that my whole person looked brighter, so I decisively retracted my previous statement of not buying it.

"That's all. How much is it in total?"

The stall owner was grinning from ear to ear, and the husband beside her was also happy. If there was no need to put her hair up, he would quietly stand behind her.

"This little crown costs fifteen cents, and everything else is eight cents."

Song Tingran thought the price was reasonable and paid directly. She had put the banknotes and silver into the farming space. What she had on her now was just for daily meals.

They were also happy. When they left, they felt a little tired from standing. Besides, they had been out for a long time, so they went back to the inn directly.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the waiter hurriedly greeted him.

"Hey, sir, you are back. We have prepared a meal and are going to deliver it to the house. Who knows, the people inside won't open the door. No matter what, you can go back and take a look."

Oops, could it be that Chang Yuqiao couldn't think about it anymore.

Running upstairs, Song Tingran hurriedly knocked on the door and shouted: "Open the door."

The door opened.

The shop behind was confused, this...

The scene was a little awkward for a while. Song Tingran smiled at the waiter, but she didn't care. She understood that the customer was sick and uncomfortable and had a little temper.

but! This little boy is too hot-tempered, thanks to the good-tempered wife of the house, the waiter thought to himself as he went to the kitchen to serve the food.

"Changyuqiao, what's wrong with you? What happened?"