Song Yuanhuanzhi

As soon as Sun returned home, Fu Tai asked about the situation.

Sun only said that Song Huan was not easy to dismiss.

Fu Tai frowned, "For the sake of her father and for the sake of the village, I don't want her to be so shameless.

If she insists on doing this, as long as she doesn't miss Chuanlin's marriage, she can agree to her as a child. "

Sun deserves it well.

There is another thought in my heart.

If she had a good attitude today, she could still let her enter Chuanlin's door, but now, oh, don't even think about it.

Finding an enemy as her boss, she's not that stupid.

Two days later

Mrs. Sun came to the door again, but unfortunately, he was not there.

Sun clenched her fists, "...!!!"

Didn't she say she would come today!

on purpose!
It was intentional!
This rude, ignorant stinking girl!
There are things that were born but not raised by mothers!
Aunt Qiu hesitated and said, "How about we come back another day?"

There was no fluctuation on Sun's face, she just said lightly, "Wait."

And Song Huan, the central character, is laying traps and cutting firewood by the way.

It would be wrong to say that Song Huan was not at home on purpose.

Two days later, for Song Huan, it was a kind of diplomatic rhetoric.

It contains two meanings.

First, it is really two days later.

Second, several days, not sure which day it is or it just doesn't mean that day.

So how did Song Huan know that the Sun family meant the first meaning?
Or the latter meaning?
When Song Huan finished his work and returned home, it was already Shen Shizhong.

Mrs. Sun, who had been waiting for almost a day, "..."

Song Huan saw Sun and then remembered what the other party said two days ago.

Song Huan approached and smashed the huge bundle of firewood on his shoulder to the ground with a bang, and Aunt Qiu reflexively took a step back.

Mrs. Sun looked like Song Huan. Song Huan patted the dust on his shoulders, smiled at Mrs. Sun and said, "Auntie is here again?"

Sun smiled awkwardly, "Are you going to chop firewood?"

Need to cut a day?
Song Huan shook his head, "I still have to make a trap, or I'll starve.

Speaking of it, I seem to remember the day my aunt said that she would fulfill her duties as an elder, but she wanted to help her niece and daughter? "

Sun, "..."

Did she mean that?

Sun smiled awkwardly, "I came here in such a hurry today that I forgot that you just came back. It is indeed that Auntie, an elder, is too careless."

Song Huan unlocked the door, and lightly carried the bundle of firewood into the shed in the backyard.

Mrs. Sun stood in the courtyard, clenched her white fists tightly and released them immediately when Song Huan turned around and came back.

Song Huan didn't have any tea to entertain the two of them, so he cut to the chase and said, "Auntie, what's the matter here today?"

The dimple on Sun's face gradually deepened, "I told you two days ago, have you thought it through? It doesn't matter if you think it through, if you don't like it when you see it, you can change it."

Song Huan shook the water off his hands, and Mrs. Sun and Aunt Qiu unconsciously took a step back, trying to avoid the water stains.

Song Huan didn't seem to realize it, and his face showed annoyance, "Auntie's words are very reasonable, you should introduce such a good person to the girl from your natal family. Otherwise, Auntie will be scolded and elbowed out. "

Song Huan acted as if she was worthless for her, "When it comes out in the village that my aunt is unfilial and unkind, it will be a serious matter."

Sun smiled, "Don't worry about it, they can understand that you are lonely and helpless without parents."

Song Huan felt hehe in his heart.

Sun said again, "You are a girl who is not married at this age. I don't know how much gossip is going on outside. It's not good for you and your brother. If you don't think about yourself, you should think more about your brother." Consider it."

Song Huan really wanted to roll her eyes, auntie, I really don't know you well, so I don't need you to teach me how to do things!

Song Huan put on a harmless smile and said, "Cousin Qinglin hasn't been admitted as a scholar yet, right? Auntie, I suggest you go to the temple to offer incense and donate more money for sesame oil. Cousin Qinglin is so unlucky. It may be that you are insincere.

Obviously knowledge is not bad, but it is just a little bit of luck.

Auntie, as an elder, you can't delay cousin Qinglin's future for such a little money that you don't bring with you when you live or die. If you don't think about yourself, you should think about cousin Qinglin more. "

Song Huan looked at Sun and let out a long sigh.

A look of pity for Fu Qinglin.

Sun almost rolled her eyes.

This bitch!

How dare you curse your own Qing Lin!
Does she need you, a stinky girl who doesn't understand anything, to tell her sincerity? !

She didn't know why Mrs. Sun left, but after she regained her senses, she gritted her teeth and thought, she must never be allowed to climb up to Fu Chuanlin!

Don't even think about it!

Song Huan thought that they would never come after such an unhappy breakup, but who knows, they really used their perseverance to the fullest.

Brainwashing is carried out at two ends in three days.

Sun went from being angry at the beginning to calm later and then numb at the end.

She is just a tool for brainwashing tasks.

Song Huan completely ignored the other party.

I don't want to deal with it anymore.

But Mrs. Sun had no choice, many tricks could not be used on Song Huan.

She has no friends, no family (except her brother who is not here).

Threats can't be threatened.

No one can invite her if she is invited out!
The Liang family can do it, but can the Liang family help the Fu family?

It is really impossible for the sun to come out from the west.

So when Mrs. Sun really understood Song Huan's daily life, she was so annoyed by this dead house that she couldn't sleep.

Definitely can't beat it.

Scolding, people's response is not bad.

No curse words.

You don't even know how to respond.

If you want to use some small means, hehe, then there must be a place to use it, right?
This girl is a seamless egg that flies can't bite at all.

He had to be backlashed, and his eyes were crooked and his mouth slanted.

This thing is so stuck here.

Can't go up, can't go down.

On this day, Mrs. Sun couldn't bear it any longer, and said, "Chuan Lin's father has already arranged a marriage for him. That's the youngest daughter of Tong Sheng in the upper town. She is a lady of every family. I don't think you'd better not be a fool." It's a daydream."

Song Huan paused invisibly, and then returned to normal.

She had never heard of Fu Yuanzhi talking about this matter.

Not to mention whether it is true or not.

As far as this matter itself is his own and his matter, if you want to talk about it, you have to say it.

Song Huan didn't respond, as if he didn't hear this sentence.

As if she had succeeded, Mrs. Sun snorted.

One is Juren, the other is Orion's daughter, how could they get together.

Without myself, the two of them would end sooner or later.

Day by day passed, and just like that, Song Huan finished burning a kiln of charcoal.

When I sold it in the town, I gave Liang Fucai a small bag of charcoal as a thank you for everyone's help.

She could only sell it this time years ago, so she wouldn't give more.

Taiping restaurants
The shopkeeper hasn't seen this girl for a long time, probably almost a year.

Every time we met, Song Huan would send charcoal along the way.

Seeing such a big truck this time, he also thought it was still the same, and sent the rest to the county.

Who knows, "Are you selling all of this?"

Song Huan nodded, "I'm going to go shopping first, see if anyone wants it, and earn a little bit."

Shopkeeper Lu shook his head and laughed, still the same.

Watching Song Huan gradually go away, he said loudly, "Come back later when you have time."

Song Huan waved his hand to show that he knew.

Song Huan sold quickly, and she was not a waste of time in the town in those years.

Song Huan's charcoal is of good quality, even if he has already stocked up enough for the winter, those who are not short of money of course pay more attention to enjoyment. If there is a choking smell in the house all the time, it is not enjoyment but suffering.

This year, the price of charcoal has risen to 420 cents per catty, and Song Huan sold [-] catties of charcoal for [-] taels and [-] cents, which earned back the money for the carriage.

Song Huan let out a sigh of relief.

After all, it's not too bad.

Now she regrets that she didn't come back to burn charcoal earlier, and she doesn't know why she didn't turn her head around before.

It's a pity, if she can burn two more kilns before the year, the town can't sell it, and the county town can too.

What a pity.

Song Huan tapped himself on the head, why is he so unresponsive.

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