Ruan Qingling responded with a "Mm".
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Song Shiting went to town early in the morning.
Ruan Qingling couldn't wait for Song Shiting to return before sending her congratulatory gift.
These days, wedding gifts are really simple. Only close relatives and friends give enamel basins, and sometimes a few feet of cloth.
In general, people usually just bring two eggs to make up the difference.
With so many people in the village, the total amount of things received was quite substantial.
Ruan Qingling held Ya Ya in her arms and carried a small rattan basket.
There were only two eggs inside.
She met Aunt Chunhua when she was halfway there.
When Aunt Chunhua saw Ruan Qingling, she thought for a moment and asked, "Are you also going to Song Qian's house?"
Ruan Qingling glanced at Aunt Chunhua, who was carrying a basket covered with a blue cloth, so it was impossible to tell what was inside.
She nodded and said, "Yes."
The two remained silent and walked towards Song Minshan's house.
Lin Zeyang squatted beside the small ditch, his face grim.
Last night, it got dark, and even if he had a chance, he couldn't escape, so he went to find Ruan Qingling. Who knew he would get beaten up, and now his face is sore all over.
The Song family, fearing he would run away, summoned two people to keep an eye on him.
He has no choice but to keep squatting.
The person who was called over to look at Lin Zeyang was Bai Luomei's maternal uncle.
Zhuang Jing is now determined to marry Song Qian off.
Villagers have been coming to offer their congratulations since morning.
Zhuang Jing also acted like a proper stepmother.
There was a large bamboo basket placed at the entrance for people to put their eggs in, and a table with gifts from the villagers.
Song Qian sat expressionless in the room, her eyes as if covered in dust, very dark.
Bai Luomei was helping at the door, her smile particularly evident.
Everyone thought that the family was loving and harmonious, and that the stepmother was a good person.
Most of the people who came to deliver things left after saying a few words.
Zhuang Jing even placed two long benches at the entrance so that anyone who wanted to chat could sit down and talk.
There was also a plate of candy on the table.
Song Minshan is not at home.
In this family, Zhuang Jing is the one who calls the shots.
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