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

"Okay, I'll show you later."

Qiao Jinshu ran to the door of the Song family and observed there.

In fact, Song Tingran didn't mean this, nor did he mean to keep Qiao Jinshu so far away, just not to stick to him.

So be it.

"Gen'er, let me tell you the truth. You are only seventeen. You are in your best years. You are also pragmatic and willing to work. It is easy to find any kind of husband you want. Even if you are not rich, you have a house and a lot of money. With craftsmanship, this matter is easy to handle, and Luo Mingyue is older than you, and when it comes to having children, he will definitely not be younger. "

These are all heartfelt words. Song Tingran really felt sorry for Qin Gener. If it were someone else, this matter would be much simpler.

Luo Mingyue was working in the embroidery workshop and told her family that her affair was dirty. He still had enough food and clothing, and his family would not come all the way because of him. They would only wait for fate to meet him again in the future. Say it again.

"My boss, I know you are doing it for my own good, but I really like Luo Mingyue. He is a stubborn person just like me."

"That's eighty taels of silver. It's no different from robbery."

"This is the dilemma. I really don't have it. And even if I have so much money, I am just an ordinary person and I don't want to spend so much money to get married."

Song Tingran patted Qin Gen'er on the shoulder. She was still very pragmatic and not romantically inclined.

"In that case, how much gift money can you give? Or if you don't have any, it won't matter. Then send a letter to Luo Mingyue's family."

"Is this okay? I have been in contact with my family in the past few days, and I am thinking of moving here as soon as spring begins. It will cost a lot, but maybe there will be no gift money, or you can wait for me until the work in hand is finished. , see how many you can give, I will take out... one or two."

"Then let's say half a tael of silver. Now I'm going to write a letter and wait to see what Luo Mingyue's family says."

"Sure, thank you, boss."

Qin Gen'er hurried back to continue working, Song Tingran also waved directly, and Qiao Jinshu immediately ran back to her side.

"I've been talking for a long time, and I'm getting anxious and want to hold hands." Madly posted.

"It only takes less than a cup of tea. Are you in such a hurry?"

"Urgent, why don't you rush? I don't have a twin brother either."

“…”

Why did he say it again?

Song Tingran told Luo Mingyue all the contents of the letter. It probably meant that the gift would be half a tael of silver at most and would have to be given in three or four months.

Luo Mingyue knew that Qin Gen'er hadn't given up on him yet, and he was very happy.

This feeling of being held by someone made Luo Mingyue feel safe.

Liu Bai wandered in from the door of the embroidery workshop, the jade flute in his hand turning skillfully, like a long sword in the sunlight.

"Liu Bai, where have you been?" Song Tingran came face to face with him and asked naturally.

"I went for a walk in the mountains. There wasn't much and it wasn't very fun, but the air was really good and made me feel good."

Song Tingran really wanted to say something to him, "You are writing a short prose paragraph for me here."

I thought so in my heart, but I couldn't say it with my mouth. I had to look in the direction of the mountain to show off.

"If it's good, go there more and you'll be happy every day."

"Thank you." Liu Bai raised his eyebrows and walked sideways.

Song Tingran didn't know why, but wanted to whip him twice and drink two cups with him.

Very complicated.

"Master Wife, no one is around anymore. You went upstairs to look." Qiao Jinshu said loudly into Song Tingran's ear.

"Ah, it's so shocking. Please keep your voice down so I can hear you."

"You couldn't hear me. I said no one was around. I went upstairs and you didn't even hear me! Humph."

Qiao Jinshu was unhappy. Although he liked Liu Bai as a friend very much, this was not going to work. It just wouldn't work.

Song Tingran pulled Qiao Jinshu's arm, and he shook off his temper.

Chang Yuqiao was still drinking tea in the lobby and put down his tea cup. "Jinshu, if you don't pull the wife, I will pull her. It just so happens that I have nothing to do."

He deliberately used a small provocation, and he had a lot of work in his hands. Even if Qiao Jinshu really asked him to do it, he wouldn't be able to do it.

The new products of the embroidery workshop after the New Year are imminent.

"Third brother, you don't understand, just embroider your own patterns."

Qiao Jinshu dragged Song Tingran out of the embroidery workshop, patting his chest, almost not being one-on-one again.

"Jinshu, are you jealous again?"

Qiao Jinshu gently shook it off and returned to the look of someone who needed coaxing, "I don't like to be jealous. I eat pie and drink jealousy."

"Liu Bai is a guest. We met face to face and just exchanged a few words. You know your place in my heart."

Qiao Jinshu was a little proud, "Then I must know." The words changed, "But... you have looked at him for too long. You can't look at him for so long. People who look at him for so long will sooner or later come to their hearts."

"No, Jinshu, don't you think Liu Bai is very similar to my good friend Chen Xiangyin?"

Qiao Jinshu started to think, shook his head, nodded again, and shook his head again.

"Oh, are they similar or not?" Song Tingran held his face and asked.

"It's not like that. Liu Bai is the husband and Chen Xiangyin is the girl. But the way they eat looks a bit similar, but their looks are indeed different, but they feel a bit similar when they talk. I'm confused."

Even Qiao Jinshu had the feeling that Song Tingran was right.

However, the two people's most fundamental genders were inconsistent, so Song Tingran took back the idea.

"Master Wife, I have a good idea." Qiao Jinshu's eyes lit up, and he pulled Song Tingran and ran home.

"What can't be done, Jinshu."

Qiao Jinshu stopped suddenly, Song Tingran almost stopped the car, and the two of them staggered to their feet.

In front of him was Xiao Yuchen, who was sharpening a kitchen knife in the outer courtyard. He was sitting on a small bench, looking like he was very good but not easy to mess with.

Qiao Jinshu squatted down and felt tired again. He brought two small benches from the kitchen and sat across from him with Song Tingran.

"Second brother, do you think Liu Bai looks like Chen Xiangyin?"

Song Tingran understood what Qiao Jinshu said, which was to ask Xiao Yuchen. If he said they were similar, that would be it.

However, Song Tingran had already verified it with Qiao Jinshu just now.

Xiao Yuchen stopped sharpening the knife and wiped his hands with a soft handkerchief that was already a little broken.

"My wife, Jinshu, who is Chen Xiangyin?"

"..." This was the Nth time Song Tingran was speechless today.

"Second brother, don't you know Ms. Chen Xiangyin and Chen? You have saved your eldest brother before, and you have a very good relationship with our wife. Come to our house for dinner and give us money to say goodbye! Embroidery Workshop, Moxiang Embroidery Workshop!"

Xiao Yuchen suddenly realized that of course he knew, but it had been too long since he had seen her, and he was a little dazed for a while.

"Liu Bai is Liu Bai and Miss Chen is Miss Chen. How can they be the same person?" Xiao Yuchen was very confident and continued to sharpen his knife.

The sound of sharpening knives spread. It wasn't loud, but it couldn't be ignored.

"Eh? But Liu Bai's kung fu feels a bit similar to Miss Chen's."