"Those who are capable work hard, and there is no one like this. I asked you to turn down some, but did you accept them all?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mrs. Sun smiled helplessly.

"Qing'er, this is nothing, it's not a heavy job."

"Mother is doing embroidery and warming herself by the fire, and she can also dry your shoes!" Mrs. Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing stood there.

She is very conflicted.

She couldn't complain about her mother's cowardice and filial piety.

However, let her go to bed and see her sitting on the floor doing needlework on such a winter night.

She couldn't bear it either.

Should I help my mother? Or not?

She was in a dilemma.

Over there, Mrs. Sun saw that she was still wearing shoes with her bare feet on.

He quickly urged her: "Qing'er, please go back to the house and sleep quickly. Be careful of catching a cold."

Yang Ruoqing frowned, turned around, opened the door and returned to her room.

Not helpful.

You have to be cruel and let your mother suffer a lot.

Only when she tastes the pain and realizes that she is unable to do what she wants, she will no longer be so foolish as to accept an unjust life.

Pull the quilt over your head and go to sleep!

…

There are always a few sunny days after a snowfall.

The next day, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang went to town to deliver tofu early in the morning.

By the way, I took the sika deer with its antlers sawn off and took it to the restaurant.

In the yard of Lao Yang's house.

Although there are no magpies singing in the treetops, happy events are coming.

After breakfast, Matchmaker Zhou came to the door with a smile.

At that time, Lao Yangtou had just had breakfast and was smoking in the room.

When he heard that Matchmaker Zhou was coming, Old Yang was surprised.

Asked Mr. Tan next to him: "Didn't Wang Hong's family say they had to wait until the pigs were sold before they could send a matchmaker? Why did they come so quickly?"

Mrs. Tan's face was filled with joy: "This shows that people care about our Mei'er and care about this marriage!"

Lao Yangtou also nodded repeatedly, "Let's go, hurry up and greet me."

"okay!"

Mrs. Tan put down her work and stood up.

He combed his hair, patted his clothes, and quickly walked out of the house.

After a while, Mrs. Tan entered the house with Matchmaker Zhou.

Behind him, Mrs. Liu followed, holding the three girls in her arms.

After matchmaker Zhou sat down, she took a sip of tea and congratulated Lao Yangtou and Tan with a smile.

Matchmaker Zhou got straight to the point: "I came here today on the request of the old Mu family in our village to propose marriage to Mu Zichuan, the scholar of the old Mu family, to Lan Yatou, the second wife of your old Yang family!"

The third room of Lao Yang's family was divided into two rooms, and the other four rooms were shared.

Regarding the granddaughter's marriage, those who propose marriage must first discuss it with the top head of the Yang family.

Only when Lao Yang nodded first could Yang Laoer be called in to discuss matters.

Hearing Matchmaker Zhou's words, everyone in the room was shocked.

Mu Zichuan and Lan Yatou?

Mrs. Liu was the first to say: "Aunt Zhou, are you afraid that you have made a mistake?"

"Then Lao Mu's family had a falling out with the third bedroom of our family."

"Widow Liu doesn't have anything to do with our Lao Yang family, so why did she suddenly propose marriage to Lan Yatou?"

Mrs. Liu asked what Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Tan were thinking.

Matchmaker Zhou smiled and said: "One moment and another, this is also the fate of the children. Besides, I am a matchmaker, and I am the one who spreads the news."

"How is that kid Zichuan? I don't need to say more. You all in the village know it."

"Whether it's successful or not, please give me accurate information so that I can go back to Lao Mu's house!"

Matchmaker Zhou picked up the tea bowl and drank tea, and asked Lao Yangtou and Tan to discuss it.

Old Yangtou and Tan looked at each other.

After listening to it for a long time, I realized it was not Mei'er's.

The joy on Mrs. Tan's face faded a bit, and she sat there and picked up her needlework again and started working on it.

Lao Yangtou said to matchmaker Zhou: "Her aunt, we have to find the second brother and his wife to come to their house and make a thorough accounting of this matter."

"I can't reply to Lao Mu's family at the moment, but it won't take too long."

"Just tell Lao Mu's family this when you go back, and there will be an answer within three days at the latest."

Matchmaker Zhou stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll go and answer the question right now!"

…

Matchmaker Zhou walked forward, and Lao Yang called Lao Wu over, who was busy working on the marriage bed in the opposite room.

"Your fourth brother is injured and can't get out of bed. Take some time to go to town and send a message to your second brother..."

While having lunch, a carriage stopped in front of Lao Yang's house.

Yang Hualin and Mr. Yang rushed back in a hurry.

As soon as the couple entered the door, they went straight to Lao Yangtou's house.

When they heard that it was the marriage proposal from Lao Mu's family, the couple was immediately overjoyed.

Yang Hualin was so happy that he could not wait to jump up.

"Haha, from now on I will be the father-in-law of the scholar. When Wei Zichuan wins the imperial examination next autumn, I will be the father-in-law of the imperial examination!"

"When I walk in town, everyone wants to fawn over me!"

Mrs. Yang curled her lips: "Widow Liu is really hypocritical. Then she kicked me out of the house, and now she's sticking up for me again. Tsk!"

Yang Hualin glared at Mrs. Yang: "You are not a widow, you will be your mother-in-law in the future, our mother-in-law, Lan'er. Please speak politely with your broken mouth!"

Ms. Yang returned the favor angrily: "We haven't even finished yet, so we can't call her a widow! She's just a widow!"

"You bitch..."

"What's wrong with my mother-in-law? Or do you feel that you have a mother-in-law who still has such charm, and your thoughts are wasted?"

"It doesn't make sense to you, you're just being ridiculous!"

"snort!"

"Stop it all!"

Lao Yangtou knocked the tobacco pole in his hand heavily on the table leg.

Only then did Yang Hualin and Mr. Yang shut up.

The two people stood on each side, neither looking at the other.

Lao Yangtou glanced at the two of them and said in a deep voice: "My daughter is about to get married, you two are still acting like that young and energetic couple?"

"It makes people laugh to bicker over trivial matters!"

After hearing her father-in-law's scolding, Yang lowered her head.

Yang Hualin took a step forward and asked Lao Yangtou anxiously: "Dad, we don't have to choose the marriage between Lan'er and Zichuan. It all depends on what you want!"

Lao Yangtou said: "You don't have a choice, so I can't object!"

"Besides, Mu Zichuan is the only scholar in our village. Marrying Lan'er to him will be a great honor for our old Yang family."

Yang Hualin nodded repeatedly: "What Dad said is absolutely true. Then there is no need to wait for three days. I will go back to Matchmaker Zhou later."

Old Yangtou frowned and said displeasedly: "Why are you so anxious?"

"Since ancient times, you have to lower your head to marry a wife and raise your head to marry a daughter!"

"You are so impatient that if you spread the word and make others laugh, you still think that Lan'er can't get married!" Old Yangtou said.

Yang Hualin nodded again and said with an apologetic smile: "What my father taught me is true. My son is impatient."

"Then it's time for Lan'er's dowry to be prepared?" Yang asked from the side.

His eyes looked towards Tan.

Tan is the head of the family, and she is in charge of the family's money, rice and food.

The wedding expenses were all allocated by Tan.

Yang asked, Tan pretended not to hear, buried her head and continued to do her own thing.
Chapter completed!