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

This letter was actually written by the Empress herself. It thanked her, a worldly expert, for selflessly teaching how to make greenhouses, providing seeds, and contributing pesticides.

She also expressed her regret that she did not want to become an official in the court, so she gave her a blessing token.

There are only two tokens in total, which can be exempted from death penalty once. Only those who have made great contributions will have them. When local officials see the token, they need to greet it to show respect.

Song Tingran was shocked. This reward was really valuable, so she quickly put it back in the box.

"Now, you are a famous person in Ping'an Town. This was given by the Empress herself. I think Mayor Wu is also very polite to you. Daniu Village will depend on you in the future."

"Village Chief Zhou, our village shares weal and woe. We will work together in the future and we will definitely get better and better."

When they arrived at the head of Daniu Village, Village Chief Zhou said that he would send Song Tingran home first. She also wanted to go for a walk, so she got off the carriage directly at the head of the village.

The driver took Village Chief Zhou away.

Song Tingran put the blessing token and the letter into the farming space, and then walked towards home.

It's past noon, but I was so busy that I didn't eat at all. I was so hungry that I didn't feel anything at all now.

"Excuse me, how to get to Songjia Embroidery Workshop?"

A girl in her twenties, dressed neatly, holding a wooden box similar to a lunch box in her hand, asked politely but anxiously.

No wonder, there was no one on the road, almost all of them were dealing with leaf rollers in the fields.

"It's right in front. I happen to be passing by. I'll take you there with me."

"Thank you very much."

The two of them were chatting while walking. The girl's name was Qi Gui, and she was a messenger who specialized in delivering letters. Three of the letters were delivered to the embroidery workshop.

Song Tingran thought too much and didn't come to the embroidery shop to buy things.

The door of the embroidery workshop is open, and the fragrance of flowers can be smelled at the door.

"Master's house." The four of them shouted in unison.

Qi Gui was startled. Seeing how easy-going Song Tingran was, he really didn't expect that he was the owner of the embroidery workshop. He thought he was just an enthusiastic passerby.

"Lin Fusheng, Tang Xing, and Luo Mingyue, there are letters from these three people."

Qi Gui took the letter out of the box.

Lin Fusheng, Tang Xing and Luo Mingyue put down the things in their hands and ran over, holding them in their hands with joy.

Qi Gui's things were delivered and when he was about to leave, Zhu Yuan walked over quickly and asked anxiously: "Zhu, Zhu, Zhu, Zhu, Zhu..."

Zhu Yuan couldn't say anything anymore. Song Tingran quickly helped and said, "Do you have Zhu Yuan's letter?"

"No."

Qi Gui answered quickly, but he couldn't bear to see Zhu Yuan so sad.

"New letters arrive at Xinfang every day. I'll pay attention to them when you get back. If there are any, I'll deliver them to you."

"More, more, more, more...thank you."

Qi Gui smiled, finding his clumsy and cautious manner a bit amusing, waving his hand and leaving with the mailbox in his arms.

The other three were illiterate, so Song Tingran directly took on this important task.

By chance, Chang Yuqiao came out of the gate of the Song family and was about to come to the embroidery workshop, when he met his wife.

"Master Wife, you are back, is everything going well?"

"All goes well. I'll read them a letter from home and then go home."

Chang Yuqiao's body couldn't run, so he quickened his pace, walked to her side, and entered the embroidery workshop together.

Song Tingran first opened Lin Fusheng's home letter. The letter was not long, but every word represented the feeling of missing him.

"Fusheng, the money has been received and it saved the day. I heard that you were deceived over there. It was my mother who almost killed you. Fortunately, you were saved by your benefactor and you found a job. My mother is happy for you. You must treat your benefactor well. Work, everything is fine at home, don’t worry about me, and take care of yourself.”

After reading the letter, Lin Fusheng burst into tears. He took the letter and looked at it.

Tang Xing hurriedly handed the letter to Song Tingran. He was the youngest, only fourteen years old and had not yet had a haircut. His face was already full of tears before he started reading the letter.

"Xingzi, I received a lot of money. I thought you had done something bad at first, but later I found out that you were learning skills in an embroidery workshop. Listen to me, that thing is useless. It's just a kind person who helped you. Work quickly to pay off the debt. It’s a good idea to find a good family to marry. It’s best to come back here. Now that the insect problem has been resolved, life will be easier. Mom is here to help you find one.”

Song Tingran read it very naturally and did not want to burden Tang Xing. He silently took the letter from home and looked at her with a weak look in his eyes.

Tang Xing: "Master, are you gone? Didn't my mother say anything else?"

"No, I've read it all. Your mother also planned it for you. For your own good, you think about what you want to write in reply, and you all also think about it."

"Thank you, Master."

Now it's Luo Mingyue's turn. Song Tingran looked at the letter but didn't say it out loud. It would be better not to come.

"Master, what does the letter say? Just read it, I don't care."

"Well, it said that the family is in trouble, and your three sisters are not having a good time at home. They asked you to make more money and send it back."

Song Tingran was not talking nonsense. It was just because the curse words in it were a bit unpleasant to listen to. She just automatically filtered out those chilling modalities and selected the content.

Luo Mingyue: "Master, I'm used to it, and we're all members of our own family. It's okay to curse a few times. I just made your eyes dirty. I'm really sorry."

Luo Mingyue guessed it, and he knew that the above said unpleasant things.

"Do your best and take care of yourself first, na."

Song Tingran gave the letter to Luo Mingyue and he put it away. During this period, Zhu Yuan was listening beside him. He was silent and his eyes were filled with sadness.

The money must have been received by the family, and the person sent by Magistrate Ding must have made it clear about the address, otherwise Lin Fusheng and the others would not have received the letter from home.

Chang Yuqiao: "Zhu Yuan, maybe the letter hasn't arrived yet, so don't be too sad."

"Head, manager, shopkeeper, this, this, believe, believe, believe...money, waste, waste, waste, waste, waste, waste."

Chang Yuqiao said nothing and patted his shoulder.

Song Tingran covered her stomach. She screamed so loudly just now. She prayed that no one heard her and tugged on Chang Yuqiao's sleeves.

"I want to go home, will you go back?"

"My wife, I still have two embroidery samples, and I want to teach them."

"Okay, then I'll go home first."

"Well, I'll go back later. Wife, please go slowly."

Song Tingran strode out of the embroidery workshop and ran back home quickly.

"Hungry, so hungry."

Shi Yan and others quickly got busy and served a bowl of fresh meat wontons to their wife. They sprinkled them with coriander and chopped green onions when they came out of the pot.

When I was uploading pictures, I suddenly felt hungry...

Song Tingran took a sip of the soup first, then poured some chili oil and vinegar into it, and ate it happily.

In the evening, Song Tingran ate late in the afternoon, so she was not too hungry at night. She ate with her husband, picking up vegetables, serving rice, and feeding them soup, and was very busy.

Qiao Jinshu: "Did you hear that there seemed to be a quarrel outside?"