Li Xianglan smiled slightly, and she knew that Brother Dali was never the kind of petty person. "By the way, Brother Dali, I have something to talk to you about."
"Oh, what's the matter?" Niu Dali said curiously.
"You said Shi Hu is not young anymore and doesn't have a wife yet. Do you think we should match Shi Hu and Sister Sun?" Li Xianglan whispered.
Niu Dali didn't expect Li Xianglan to have this idea.
After all, this world is still somewhat prejudiced against widows.
Many people blame the death of men on these poor women who have lost their husbands, thinking that they are unlucky people who have killed their husbands, and their husbands are despised, and their parents are despised.
Although Wang Shihu and Widow Sun were about the same age, people who were nearly thirty years old had not married their wives in their previous lives, they were called older left-handed men, not to mention that in ancient times, when early marriage and early childbirth, those who belonged to Wang Shihu who were old but had no wives were called widowers, which is not a good word.
However, he is still relatively tolerant of men. With Wang Shihu's fame in a village today, it is still easy for him to be a widower, an old cow chews young grass and marry a girl of her age.
But like a woman, it is difficult to marry again.
"This is great, Xiu'er will have a father in this way." Erya applauded.
"Well, Uncle Hu is good." Da Ya said lightly.
Niu Dali smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seemed that Da Ya and Er Ya agreed with this matter very much, but this matter was not a simple matter. Let’s not talk about what Wang Shihu meant, but it might not be necessary to say that Aunt Wang agreed to Wang Shihu marry a widow.
"Why do you have this idea?" He didn't agree with Li Xianglan's idea, but Widow Sun has a daughter. If Wang Shihu married Widow Sun, he would become his father directly.
"I think Sister Sun is so pitiful. She has to take Xiu'er alone and earn money to support her family. She has embroidery every day and night. If Sister Sun has a man, Sister Sun will be much more relaxed, but the people I know are Shi Hu and the others, and only Shi Hu and Sister Sun are the same age, so I think," Li Xianglan hesitated.
Niu Dali understood Li Xianglan's meaning. Only Fan Zhongyun, the seven Wang Shihu, married his wife, while Yang Zi and his wife were younger than Widow Sun. There is no saying that a girl from a junior in this world holds a gold brick. Generally, capable people will only marry girls younger than themselves.
In fact, this is easy to understand. In ancient times, living conditions were difficult. Once a woman passed the age, she would look particularly old and her skin would become rougher. Men would be more and more proud of their faces, so they naturally hope to marry a young and beautiful girl.
After age, even the young girl has to consider it, let alone the widow with a stubborn bottle.
"Xianglan, I understand what you mean. You are thinking about Xiu'er's mother, but have you ever asked Xiu'er's mother about this?" Niu Dali felt that Wang Shihu's chances of falling in love with Widow Sun were not high.
After all, Widow Sun has not lived easily over the years. She has to support her family and embroidery every day and night. The accumulated wind and frost over the years makes Widow Sun look haggard and old, with dark skin, which is worse than Li Xianglan, who has not yet separated.
"In the afternoon, Sister Sun and I talked about this matter. Sister Sun just said that who would dare to marry a widow like her? I think Sister Sun has this idea, but Sister Sun is not confident." In order to avoid Da Ya and Er Ya beside him hearing it, Li Xianglan whispered.
It would be strange if you can have confidence.
There are so many troubles in front of the widow, they are always excluded and said they are short-speaking. In addition, they have been busy with life for a long time, Widow Sun has long been no longer ashamed to the moon when she first married into Xinghua Village.
Unless you marry old men in their fifties and sixties who cannot marry their wives, I am afraid that no thirty-year-old man will marry a widow and bring a burden to his house.
"Brother Dali, what do you think? Sister Sun has to take care of Xiu'er alone and support her family. If there is a man to rely on, it will be different." Li Xianglan really planned for Widow Sun.
Niu Dali sighed. He couldn't force Widow Sun to Wang Shihu, so he expressed his thoughts.
Li Xianglan also understood one truth: men are different from women. When a woman passes twenty, she is old and has become weak and despised by many people. On the contrary, when a man passes forty, she still accepts concubines one by one.
"I think my godmother is good, why does Uncle Hu dislike my godmother?" Erya said with an angry look.
"You are still young now and don't understand." Niu Dali touched the little heads of Da Ya and Er Ya, "You must understand that many men often value women's appearance more and rarely pay attention to women's character. Therefore, you must stay away from those good-looking men."
Da Ya nodded and silently remembered her father's words in her heart.
"Does dad value his mother's appearance or character?" Erya said curiously.
Niu Dali smiled silly and said, "Your mother has both, I don't need to choose."
"You're just talking nonsense!" Li Xianglan's face turned red and gave Niu Dali a blank look, but she felt a little sweet.
Erya giggled and said, "Dad, look at my mother's face is blushing."
"You little girl is getting older and younger. Let's see how I teach you a lesson today?" Li Xianglan blushed and looked very angry, and was about to catch Erya.
"No, mom, I don't dare." Erya ran away with a smile.
After laughing for a while, it was getting late. Daya and Erya returned to the house to sleep. Niu Dali and Li Xianglan talked about Wang Shihu and Widow Sun again in the house.
"Brother Dali, do you think if Sister Sun becomes better, will Shi Hu take a fancy to Sister Sun?" Li Xianglan asked.
As long as he is a man, there is no girl who doesn’t like beautiful women, but Niu Dali really dares to say this in front of Li Xianglan.
He immediately showed a signature smile and said, "I'm not Shi Hu, how do you know? But I want to know!"
Li Xianglan thought for a while and said hesitantly: "Brother Dali, can you ask the Taoist priest for the kind of elixir we used to eat?"
Niu Dali knew that Li Xianglan was talking about the Ice-Clean Jade Skin Pill. This pill not only beautify the skin, but also has a little effect of maintaining the skin, and is also beneficial to the human body.
But this Ice Jade Skin Pill requires a hundred-year-old spiritual herb to have this effect. Ordinary spiritual herbs can only beautify the skin at most.
"You don't need to ask my master for the elixir, I can practice it myself." Niu Dali said with a silly smile.
Li Xianglan knew that Brother Dali would learn skills from the Taoist priest every night, but she didn't expect that Brother Dali was so powerful that he could make that kind of elixir.
"Don't you believe me?" Niu Dali looked at her and said.
"No, I believe everything Brother Dali said!" Li Xianglan shook her head, "But shouldn't you need fairy grass to make that kind of fairy pill?"
"What kind of fairy elixirs are the ones that warriors take pills and spiritual herbs." Niu Dali spoke honestly. He knew that Li Xianglan didn't know what the warriors were, and only thought that the elixirs that could make people transform themselves were the elixirs eaten by gods.
However, thinking of the rough external skills that He Chongda practiced, and when he first met Dongfang Shengxue, Dongfang Shengxue didn't even recognize the herbs that could refine low-level elixirs, he maintained a certain skepticism about the alchemy in this world.
Chapter completed!