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

"You guys eat it. Didn't I tell you that I already ate it yesterday? The customers I entertained said that these good fruits are common in their hometown. When I make enough money, I will go out and bring you more. Good things come back.”

The three husbands all had starry eyes. In their eyes, Wang Huiqiao was the backbone who could provide them with good food and housing in the mountain village.

Wang Huiqiao saw that the rabbit skins brought back yesterday had been processed and dried, and she suddenly had an idea. She asked the three husbands to make a pure rabbit skin cloak and give it to Song Tingran as a gift.

On the other side, Song Tingran's family was still basking in the sun, listening to others talking about interesting things in Banshan Village.

Wen Ci peeled a lot of peanuts on the side, put them all in the middle of a small plate, and specially placed them in the shape of a heart, and brought them to Song Tingran.

"My wife, let me peel the peanuts for you. I just ate these peanuts. They taste pretty good. They were fried with salt."

Song Tingran was still lying on the rocking chair, squinting her eyes, turning her head to look at Wen Ci squatting on the ground, and opened her mouth.

Wen Ci did not feed it, but carefully raised the plate in front of Song Tingran, fearing that it would damage the shape of love.

"My wife, look at it, I've been working on this for a long time." The voice was low, with a hint of coquettishness.

Song Tingran looked over and placed peanuts on a plate in the shape of a heart. She touched Wen Ci's face and said, "Me too." She made a heart-sympathy gesture with her hands, her whole body lazily. But the voice is gentle.

Wen Ci lowered his head slightly and snickered, with a suspicious blush appearing on his face. He picked up a peanut and fed it into Song Tingran's mouth.

Wen Li on the side pulled Wen Ci's hair and said, "Brother, I want to eat too."

Wen Ci turned around, held the peeled peanuts in his hand vigilantly, grabbed a handful of shelled peanuts on the table, put them into Wen Li's arms, and continued to squat next to Song Tingran.

Wen Li hesitated and muttered: "Brother doesn't love me anymore." Then he rolled up the quilt covering his legs and started eating peanuts with his eyes closed, out of sight and out of mind.

Shi Yan watched the whole process, peeled off a peanut, handed it to Wen Li, and winked.

Wen Li took it directly with his mouth. The more he ate, the more delicious it became. There was no elder brother, but the older brother.

The Song family's cubs were having a great time playing with the children of other tourists' families. They were all within sight of this area.

"Look, we haven't seen many children in Banshan Village." A distinguished guest visiting here said casually, because everyone had been here for half the afternoon, and they were all familiar with each other, so they just chatted.

"Yes, I've only seen two or three of them, and it's rare to see someone with a big belly."

"I know about this. I asked specifically about it. I was told that the population in this mountainous village was not large to begin with. Before, information was limited and the roads were not good. No one wanted to marry in. There was no doctor here. Over time, that’s it.”

Song Tingran understood. This was an endless cycle. Even the children in the mountainous villages were in good health, but their resistance was weak when they were young. It was inevitable that they would have headaches, brain fever, and without a doctor, it would take a lot of effort to go out and give birth. There are also some people who can't feed themselves.

In addition, there are almost no people coming in, and it is all dependent on the villagers in the mountainous villages. In terms of population, it is really difficult to handle.

Song Leyu distributed the wild persimmons he brought down from the mountain yesterday to the children who were playing together. The adults had never seen them before, and they all tasted them freshly.

Song Lingjia was holding a tree branch with two wild persimmons on it, and was cheering when he saw a strange man walking past the path over there.

There are two types of people here. One type comes here for fun. They usually wear better clothes, are curious about everything, and are easy to identify.

The other type is the villagers in Banshan Village. Their clothing is very characteristic of this place. They often wear various furs for clothing. They talk carelessly and are warm and hospitable.

The person just now was covered with a veil and was incompatible with the two people just mentioned.

Song Lingjia was in a trance, and the figure had disappeared, and then he chased after another person, holding a bamboo hat in his hand, and his steps were very anxious.

"Is it him?" Song Lingjia muttered, and then chased after her. No one noticed her leaving.

Song Lingjia ran very fast. When he caught up, he saw the young man wearing a veil with red eyes and wet veil. The servant next to him was holding a bamboo hat in his hand and seemed to want him to wear it.

These eyes are so beautiful, the eyelashes are so long, it seems that they have been seen before somewhere, Song Lingjia thought in her heart, and kept staring at them.

"Whose child are you, here alone?" the servant asked amiably.

Song Lingjia stood obediently, holding a tree branch in both hands, showing a harmless smile.

"Hello, I came to Banshan Village with my family. We picked wild persimmons in the mountains for everyone to try."

She had already recognized that this young man was Zhu Xuanzhou in the carriage. He was not wearing a skirt today, and she was filled with doubts.

Zhu Xuanzhou obviously breathed a sigh of relief and was praying in his heart. Song Lingjia didn't recognize him, but he was more panicked and didn't understand why she was here.

"Thank you, but our second young master won't eat this, so I take it from my heart." After the servant finished speaking, he was about to leave with Zhu Xuanzhou. He wanted to get rid of him, but he couldn't. How could a child's strength be compared to an adult's? Of.

Zhu Xuanzhou was already in a bad mood, but he felt even worse when he encountered this incident. He covered his heart, feeling uncomfortable for a while, and then coughed violently.

When the servant saw that the veil was completely wet with tears, he quickly pulled it off and put a hat on him to protect him from the wind. The gauze scarf covering his head to his legs was the same one when they first met.

Zhu Xuanzhou was taken away, and Song Lingjia followed until he reached the entrance of a small courtyard.

"Try this wild persimmon. It's a little astringent, but it's still very sweet."

No one paid any attention to her.

Zhu Xuanzhou and his servants all entered the house. The door to the small courtyard was open. Song Lingjia did not go in either, because it was not polite to enter someone else's courtyard casually without the owner's invitation. It was impolite.

Song Lingjia placed the tree branch with wild persimmons on it at the door. He was afraid that the wild persimmons would get dirty, so he put a handkerchief underneath it.

Then he happily returned to the rocking chair and continued playing with his sisters and brothers.

Song Changyue took Song Lingjia's hand and asked, "I couldn't find you when I looked for you just now. Where did you go?"

"I saw a kid about our age, and I gave him wild persimmons."

"Then does he like to eat?"

"I don't know."

The pleasant afternoon passed quickly, and as night fell, the location at the end of the village became lively again.

I missed the lively bonfire yesterday, and Song Tingran and his family went there early today.