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

Song Tingran glanced at Shi Yan inexplicably and said nothing, but Xiao Yuchen went directly to the well to get the cantaloupe.

Qiao Jin Shuai joined in the fun and followed.

In the evening, everyone had some porridge and side dishes. Song Tingrante planned with everyone how they would live when their house would start to be repaired tomorrow.

Because it was summer, the sheds previously built in the fields could be put into place first, and since there were three rooms in total, construction was not started at the same time, so there was no need to go to other people's houses for the night, which was a hassle.

After the discussion, everyone went back to their respective rooms and prepared to rest. They would have to get up early tomorrow to do some simple tidying up. It would be wrong to have to wait now when the workers come tomorrow.

Song Tingran greeted Shi Yan, and the two sat under the grape trellis in the backyard.

"Shi Yan, I have a question in my mind, why did you say those fruits..."

Shi Yan was also a little panicked.

"My wife, I actually have a question in my mind, what is the farming space?"

Song listened to Ran Ma, and sure enough, when she prayed in the courtyard last time, this guy really heard her.

It would be nice if time could stand still. Song Tingran could still think about how to make up this matter alone. The serious look of the person in front of her now filled her with the guilty feeling of people doing bad things.

She decided to pretend to be dumbfounded.

"What field, what space, I don't understand."

"I don't understand either, but no matter what it is, I will always stand by my wife's side. What my wife wants to do is what I want to do."

Shi Yan was so smart, it felt like he had guessed something, but because in this era, things like farming space and traveling through time were too mythical, and he couldn't be logically consistent.

Shi Yan had a smile on his pretty face, and Song Tingran watched as the deer jumped wildly.

"Thank you, Shi Yan,"

"Thank you, mistress."

Song Tingran was confused, stroking her hair from her temples, and asked in confusion: "Why are you thanking me? I didn't do anything."

She swallowed unnaturally, very afraid that her affairs would be exposed. If she was not recognized, this little family that was gradually getting better would be broken up.

"Thank you for your change, thank you for being kind to us, thank you for letting us be ourselves. There are many husbands from other families who envy us that we can marry into the Song family."

So that's it. Song Tingran waved his hands indifferently and said, "I also want to thank you for helping me wash clothes, cooking for me, and making me happy. I guess the people who envy me will have to wait for a long time from Daniu Village." I went back and forth to Ping'an Town several times."

Laughter spread in the backyard, and the two chatted until midnight before going back to their houses to sleep.

Early the next morning, Chen Fa came with the workers. Their furniture store had its own transportation vehicles and horses, which was quite convenient.

Chen Fa: "Good morning, Guest Song. We have transported some materials, but I'm afraid they won't be able to fit them in the yard. Do you think where else can they be temporarily stored?"

Song Tingran hurriedly came forward, pointed to the open space between her house and her neighbor Granny Li's house, and said: "There used to be a family here. After the house was demolished, it became a road. We can put it aside temporarily and leave some space." A small road will do.”

Chen Fa looked at it and said that the place was big enough, and the workers began to unload the goods.

Shi Yan had already set off for the book school. Today, Changyuqiao wanted to go with him for the first time. Song Tingran naturally agreed.

The workers first built a stove and heating room between the main house and the side house. Suddenly there were more than a dozen strangers in the house. Song Tingran was not worried. She had already put these valuable things into her farming space.

The yard was a little crowded, so Song Tingran took everyone directly to the small river at the foot of the mountain to enjoy the breeze.

Sang Cheng was holding a sewing box and Song Tingran's clothes in his hands with gentle words and courtesy, Qiao Jinshu was holding a pile of branches, and Xiao Yuchen was empty-handed.

Song Tingran was a little curious and asked, "Are my clothes torn?"

"No, my wife, I think your clothes don't fit you, so I'll help you change them."

Song Tingran twisted her waist subconsciously. It was indeed too big, but she would have "new" clothes soon.

She casually sat on a stone, and Sang Cheng sat next to her and began to modify her clothes.

Wen Ci, Wen Li, and Qiao Jinshu knitted some daily storage items, as well as hats and straw sandals.

Xiao Yuchen was pacing back and forth, folding the branches in his hands, and accidentally met Song Tingran's eyes.

"busy?"

"Master Wife, I want to pull weeds in the field, is that okay?"

"Okay, that's okay, but if you pull it out every day, I can't see any grass."

"Then I'll water them again. If they're not thirsty, I'll fertilize them."

Seemingly unable to stop him, Song Tingran finally asked him to put on his hat and work for a while before coming back to rest. He agreed and then let him go.

"I compiled it before and you have saved it at home during this period. It is enough to sell it. Let's go to the town and try it tomorrow."

Sang Cheng was extremely excited. He had just put incense on the memorial tablet of his mother and father in the morning, and his dream came true. He nodded immediately.

Wen Li and Qiao Jinshu just had three words written on their faces: I want to go.

Song Tingran also wanted everyone to go together, but there were still workers repairing the house at home, so it was not easy for them all to go away, so they still had to keep some people.

Song Tingran thought for a while and said: "Then in order, tomorrow will be Xiao Yuchen and Sang..."

"Wife master, wife master."

Xiao Yuchen ran over from the field. Song Tingran thought something big had happened and rushed to meet him.

"Born, born."

Everyone present was at a loss. No one in the house, including people and animals, was pregnant.

"Speak slowly, who gave birth?"

"The dog, the village chief's puppy, the village chief just asked the person who went up the mountain to bring a message."

Song Tingran remembered that Qiao Jinshu was so fond of her before that Village Chief Zhou promised to give him one.

"Let's go, Qiao Jinshu, you asked for it, do you understand that you take care of it?

"Okay, okay, I will definitely take care of it."

Song Tingran just took two steps and pulled Xiao Yuchen's arm. It must be said that his arm felt very strong and could not be held with one hand.

"You should go too, just take it as a break."

Xiao Yuchen kept staring at the hand held by his wife. This little hand was so soft and so white, especially when compared with his skin color, it was just glowing white, and he followed him in a daze.

Others continued doing their business by the river.

"Let's not go empty-handed. The carrots in the vegetable patch look good to me. Let's dig some out."

"Master Wife, I'll dig it."

Xiao Yuchen was afraid that others would compete with him for this job, so he picked up the shovel and started. Qiao Jinshu was not idle either, and went back to the courtyard to get a small basket, just in time to hold vegetables.

There are about six or seven carrots. The tomatoes are also growing very well. I picked four, plus three cucumbers.