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

I slept deeply that night.

However, Wen Ci and Wen Li's father didn't sleep well. He got up early and did things at home as before.

Boil hot water, make breakfast, sweep the floor...

Today, there is one more lamb to feed.

His voice was very light, almost weightless. After finishing everything, he went out to the graveyard.

When Song Tingran and the others got up, there was still hot breakfast in the kitchen, all simmering in the pot.

"Abba, Abba." Wen Li searched around but couldn't find it. He was very anxious. "My wife, brother, where do you think Abba can go?"

"Don't worry, this matter has just been settled, and the results are satisfactory to the Wen family. It's not them who are looking for trouble, it's probably your father who went out to do something."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man came back, looking like he had cried again, with a sad face, followed by the once most beloved young husband.

Wen Ci and Wen Li helped their father in. The young husband did not dare to enter, so he stood by the door.

"Didn't you say you were going to Ping'an Town to find a living?" Song Tingran thought he had left long ago.

"I walked for a while, almost froze to death, and then came back."

"Then where have you been staying?"

The young man hesitated, his body still stained with mud.

Wen Ci and Wen Li's father spoke up, "I went to stroll around the graveyard and met him. He leaned against the graveyard and the woods to block the wind. He survived the cold and followed me back."

Song Tingran frowned. The grove can block the wind, but on a cold winter night, you can't survive by blocking the wind.

"It doesn't matter whether you say it or not. Let's go quickly. Leave before dawn and go to the town early to make a living. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you in this village."

The young man stretched out his hands and saw that all ten fingers were broken, with blood and soil mixed together.

"I originally wanted to go there to find my wife. After all, she wouldn't chase me away, but it was too cold to stay, so I found a hole to lie down in. It was still cold, so I covered myself up a little. Dirt and twigs.”

"Then you plan to keep doing this from now on?"

"I want to live. It's impossible for my parents' family to go back, and they won't take me in if I go back. I want to stay with my eldest brother." The young husband is smart and knows who is soft-hearted.

But he didn't know that this soft-hearted person was not capable of taking him in.

"I also rely on others to make a living. I can't care about you." Wen Ci and Wen Li's father refused directly. He really had no choice.

Wen Ci: "You saw it yesterday. No one cares about my father. He is alone. Let's go quickly."

Wen Li: "You are still young, maybe you will have another chance in the future."

Miss Wen's young husband wiped away his tears and felt very aggrieved, "I have no chance. There is no chance at all. No one will want me as a widow."

As he cried, he knelt down and crawled to Wen Ci Wenli's father's feet, pulling on his trouser legs.

"Brother, I was wrong. I was really wrong. If I had a choice, who would be willing to be a mistress or serve someone who is twenty years older than me? I just want to live a better life, so I won't be so sad. , so I always deliberately look for trouble, please forgive me."

He kept kowtowing and refused to let go. His hands were already covered in blood, and now his head was also broken, and his good-looking face immediately disappeared.

"Kowtowing won't solve the problem. You need to get up first."

Song Tingran knew it was useless to say this, but she really didn't know if it was okay to keep this person.

Judging from his previous behavior, he doesn't seem to be easy to get along with. If he were here, what would he do if he bullied the gentle and polite father again.

The young husband looked at Song Tingran with aggrieved look, and actually stood up.

"I'm just trying. If you can't stay, forget it. I don't want your new life to be in trouble because of me." The young man bowed to everyone present.

Finally, he bowed deeply to Song Tingran and said, "Thank you." Then he left.

Looking in this direction, we are leaving Changxing Village.

"Father-in-law Wen, this person is unpredictable. Sometimes he feels okay, and sometimes he feels bad. It's better not to get involved with him." Song Tingran said this specifically, fearing that he would wait for them to leave and stay again. Get rid of this person.

"I understand that everything I have is given by you. I won't cause any trouble. I will raise the lambs well and make money and return the money to you."

Song Tingran just nodded. It was getting late. She wanted to go home today, but she also asked for gentle words and courtesy.

If they want to stay a few more days, that's no problem. Anyway, they have a place to stay and there's no shortage of food and drink.

Wen Ci and Wen Li's father didn't give their two sons a chance to speak. "You have been out for a few days. Go back quickly. I have everything. I am living a beautiful life. Don't worry about it."

The three of them hugged each other.

Song Tingran left another two taels of silver in the house. She didn't leave too much, as too much would cause trouble. This was just for emergencies.

After getting on the carriage, my father, who was gentle and courteous, saw me off at the door. He said his instructions several times, and finally waved his hand reluctantly.

The way home was brisk, and Zhiyi ran happily.

"Master Wife, why didn't you ask me how much money my brother and I gave Dad?" Wen Ci asked anyway.

"That's your money. I never ask what you want to do. It doesn't matter how much money you give to your father. It doesn't matter."

"What if we give a lot?" Wen Ci continued to ask.

Song Tingran was driving the carriage, but she really couldn't spare her hands to pinch his face, so she just looked at him with a meaningful expression.

"Then I'll pay you with my body. Come to my room tonight and let's watch the stars together. Oh, by the way, take your brother with you."

Wen Ci blushed, and so did Wen Li.

Song Tingran obviously succeeded and continued to drive. What she didn't know was that the two brothers really took it seriously.

It was already midnight when they arrived home, and neither Shi Yan nor the others expected to come back in the middle of the night.

The Song family, which had been quiet, suddenly lit up with candlelight, except of course the Zazai's house.

Qiao Jinshu hugged Song Tingran without letting go, and kept thinking about his wife, as passionately as Monkey was pressed under Wuzhi Mountain when he saw his master for the first time.

Fortunately, this candle is not voice-activated, otherwise the entire Daniu Village would light up.

"My wife, you guys are hungry. Order some wontons quickly. Eat one before going to bed."

Sang Cheng quickly started working in the kitchen. In fact, Song Tingran and the other three ate on the way and just made up for it casually. They just wanted to go home quickly.

Now that you can eat home-made fresh meat wontons, you still can’t miss it.

There are three big bowls in total, one bowl for each person without fighting, and there are seaweed and dried shrimps in it, which is called a bright one.

"Master Wife, Wen Ci, Wen Li, you three look like refugees." Shi Yan looked more and more alike and couldn't help but laugh.

Song Tingran looked at her body. She was still wearing shabby clothes. She thought she had changed them when she got home. Now she was so excited to eat wontons.

Don't say it, really don't say it.

Shi Yan's analogy was very accurate.