As usual, when the lights were turned off and the two little girls fell asleep, Zhao Youcai and Wang Meilan started talking about their son's marriage.
When Wang Meilan said that she had gone to see Liu Tiezui today, Zhao Youcai said nothing.
Seeing that Zhao Youcai didn't speak, Wang Meilan asked curiously: "What happened? Why didn't you speak?"
Zhao Youcai said: "I'm just thinking, we are not short of money, and you are planning to provide a big deal for your son, so why don't you choose other girls for your son?"
When Wang Meilan heard this, she frowned and said, "Has your son, who you didn't tell me, fallen in love with the girl from Ma's family?"
"Then you don't need so much money to marry his daughter."
"Just leave it alone." Wang Meilan said angrily: "As long as my son likes it, whose daughter do you care about? I'm not short of money."
When Zhao Youcai heard these heroic words, he was instantly speechless.
At this time, Wang Meilan said again: "Besides, I think Ma Ling is very good. My daughter is beautiful, filial, and able to work. My son can marry her."
"Yeah." Listening to Wang Meilan talking about Ma Ling's advantages, Zhao Youcai nodded subconsciously, but then said: "There is something wrong with this girl!"
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Early the next morning, Zhao Youcai was still cooking.
Because he had to go to work during the day and was unable to participate in the labor reform, Wang Meilan arranged all his work for him until the morning.
As soon as the chef takes action, he will know if there is any.
Zhao Youcai made beef stew with radish, put the dish on top while stewing, and steamed a pot of big steamed buns.
Then the family of five sat around the Kang table and had a delicious breakfast.
At the same time, at a house in Dongtou, Yong'an Village, the Ma Ling siblings and their parents were also eating.
Ma Ling's father's name is Ma Dafu and her mother's name is Wang Cuihua. She also has an older brother who got married and separated the year before last.
Except for ten-year-old Ma Yang, the other three members of this family of four were all preoccupied while eating.
Wang Cuihua took a bite of the big pancake, and while chewing it, she looked at her man. When she saw Ma Dafu winking at her, Wang Cuihua rolled her eyes at him, and then asked Ma Ling: "Daughter, what did Liu Tiezui say yesterday?
Son, how are you thinking?"
When Ma Ling heard this, her face turned red. She lowered her head and pretended to drink stick noodles, but she said vaguely: "Mom, let me think about this matter again."
"Then what are you thinking about?" At this time, Ma Dafu said quietly from the side: "Zhao Jun is such a good boy. You can't find this store even if you pass through this village. What did you say? You can't even turn on the light.
I can’t find this young lady.”
"That means you can't find her even if you hold up a lantern." Wang Cuihua gave Ma Dafu a rolling look, and then said to Ma Ling: "My dear, whether it makes it or not, we have to give you a message, and Liu Tiezui is still waiting.
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Ma Ling lowered her head and thought for a while, then said, "Mom, can we give her a reply at noon?"
"What are you going to do again?" As soon as Ma Ling said those words, Wang Cuihua's expression suddenly changed and she said, "Mom told you, you are just talking nonsense all day long, why are you spending that useless money?"
As soon as Wang Cuihua said this, Ma Ling's eyes turned red and she lowered her head but remained silent. At this time, tears fell from her eyes and fell into the stick noodle porridge.
Seeing this, Ma Dafu stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Cuihua. Wang Cuihua shrugged her arm and shouted to Ma Dafu: "Did I say something wrong? This is now, and she will have to be arrested a few years earlier."<
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When Ma Ling heard this, she turned around and stood up, walking to the outhouse.
Seeing Ma Ling leaving, Ma Dafu rolled his eyes at Wang Cuihua and complained: "Look at you, why are you making a fuss over a meal?"
Wang Cuihua's eyes widened and she shouted angrily: "Didn't you ask me to say that?"
"I..." Ma Dafu was speechless for a moment.
Ma Ling went outside the house, walked a few steps in front of the pile of zhuzi, looked around, and somehow took out a small butter paper packet from inside.
This butter paper bag does not contain dry food, but is square and flat.
Ma Ling faced the pile of zhuzi and her back to her house. She opened the butter paper bag and stuffed all the money inside into her pocket.
Then, Ma Ling walked out of the yard and left home.
She walked quickly south until she came to a house.
There are two thatched houses in this fence tent. Ma Ling held on to the fence tent and shouted: "Aunt Han! Old Aunt Han!"
Ma Ling shouted twice, but no one came out, so she wanted to open the tent door and go in.
But just as she turned around, Ma Ling realized there was a person standing behind her.
This startled Ma Ling. She said "Oh my God" and hid behind her. Only when she saw clearly did she complain: "Uncle Han, why didn't you say anything behind me?"
Han Jiang laughed and said, "Daughter, when you come, you call me aunt. I am your uncle. What do I say?"
"You old man, you are still being picky." Ma Ling smiled and asked, "Is my aunt staying at home?"
"Where's the house?" Han Jiang raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the house and said, "Let's go, my daughter, come in."
Ma Ling followed Han Jiang into the house. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled the smell of cigarette smoke. When she entered the back room, she saw a skinny little old lady sitting on the kang smoking.
People in the mountains live a hard life, and they look more than ten or twenty years older than their peers in the city.
This is not an exaggeration. This little old lady looks like she is over seventy, but she is only fifty-one this year.
"Hey, the eldest daughter is here!" When Mrs. Han saw Ma Ling, her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had seen the sponsor.
"Hey, Aunt Han." Ma Ling took two steps forward, sat sideways on the kang, and said to Mrs. Han, "I'm here to trouble you again."
"Hey, what are you talking about, daughter." The old lady smiled and said, "We are not outsiders. If you have anything to do, just tell your aunt."
"This..." Ma Ling blushed, lowered her head slightly, held the corners of her clothes with her hands, and said nothing for a while.
Old Mrs. Han was also a human spirit. When she saw this situation, she smiled and asked, "Daughter, are you going to get married?"
To get married means to get married or engaged.
Ma Ling lowered her head, but nodded, and closed her mouth but made a "hmm" sound.
Old Hantou and the old lady looked at each other, knowing that the girl was thin-skinned and neither of them smiled.
Old Mrs. Han handed the cigarette pouch to the old man, then stretched out her hand to take Ma Ling's hand, and said softly: "Daughter, do you want to see if it suits you?"
"Yeah." Since the old lady asked, Ma Ling stopped hiding it and said directly: "I want my aunt to help me take a look, and then I have to tell someone whether it works."p>
At this time, Han Jiang asked from the side: "Whose family does this boy belong to?"
"Zhao Jun from the Zhao Youcai family." Ma Ling replied quickly.
"Hey." When the old lady heard this, she glanced at the old man, and then said to Ma Ling: "Girl, you are not a aunt..."
"Auntie, you don't need to say anything." Ma Ling took her hand directly from Mrs. Han's hand, then felt in her cotton-padded jacket pocket, took out a wad of money, unfolded it and counted it in front of the old man and the old lady.
There are some odd parts, but when added together, it’s exactly ten yuan.
Ma Ling got up, walked to the tall wooden table next to her, raised the money to the incense burner on the table, then turned to Mrs. Han and said, "Mom, please take more trouble."
"Okay!" The old lady smiled, and the folds on her face were squeezed together. Then she closed her eyes and muttered, grumbled, and hummed.
Ma Ling stood aside and looked at the old lady nervously. After all, this was a major event in her life.
Chapter completed!