As usual, when the lights were turned off, the two little daughters fell asleep, and Zhao Youcai and Wang Meilan and his wife talked about their son's marriage again.

When Wang Meilan heard that she had already gone to Liu Tiezui today, Zhao Youcai didn't say anything.

Seeing that Zhao Youcai didn't speak, Wang Meilan asked curiously: "What's wrong? Why don't you talk?"

Zhao Youcai said, "I'm thinking about it, we are not short of money. You are planning to do a big deal for your son, so why don't you pick other girls for your son?"

When Wang Meilan heard this, she frowned and said, "Did your son fall in love with the girl from the Ma family?"

"Then you don't need that much money to marry his daughter."

"Don't worry." Wang Meilan said angrily: "Just as long as my son likes it, who do you care about your daughter? I'm not short of money."

When Zhao Youcai heard this bold statement, he was speechless.

At this time, Wang Meilan said again: "Besides, I think Ma Ling is also very good. Her daughter is beautiful, filial, and able to work. My son will not be able to marry her."

"Yes." After hearing Wang Meilan muttering about Ma Ling's advantages, Zhao Youcai subconsciously nodded, but then said: "This girl has a problem!"

...

The next morning, Zhao Youcai cooked.

Because he had to go to work during the day and could not participate in labor reform, Wang Meilan arranged all the work for him until the morning.

The chef will know if it is there once.

Zhao Youcai made beef and stewed radish. When stewing, he put a tray on top and steamed a pot of big steamed buns.

Then the family of five sat around the kang table and had breakfast beautifully.

At the same time, in the east end of Yong'an Tun Tun, a family, Ma Ling and his parents were having dinner.

Ma Ling's father is Ma Dafu, her mother is Wang Cuihua, and she also has an older brother. She got married two years ago and was divided into family orders.

In this family of four, except for the ten-year-old Ma Yang, the other three were worried when eating.

Wang Cuihua bit the big pancake and chewed it while looking at her man. Seeing Ma Dafu wink at her, Wang Cuihua gave him a blank look and asked Ma Ling: "Daughter, what are you thinking about when Liu Tiezui said yesterday?"

When Ma Ling heard this, her face turned red. She lowered her head and pretended to go to the mouth to laugh, but said vaguely: "Mom, this matter makes me think again, think about it."

"What are you thinking about?" At this time, Ma Dafu said, "How wonderful that child Zhao Jun is. Even if you pass through this village, you can't find this store. What's the saying that? Even if you turn on the light, you can't find this son-in-law."

"That's called "I can't find it even if I'm lanterns." Wang Cuihua gave Ma Dafu a blank look, and then said to Ma Ling: "Daughter, if it's done, we have to reply to others. Liu Tiezui is still waiting."

Ma Ling lowered her head and pondered for a while before speaking, "Mom, can we reply to her at noon?"

"What are you going to do?" As soon as Ma Ling said that, Wang Cuihua's face changed and she said, "It's not that my mother said you, you're just nonsense all day, why are you spending that useless money?"

As soon as Wang Cuihua said this, Ma Ling's eyes turned red, she lowered her head and still said nothing. At this time, tears fell from her eyes, falling into the porridge of stick noodles.

Seeing this, Ma Dafu reached out and pulled Wang Cuihua. Wang Cuihua shook his arm and shouted to Ma Dafu: "Are I wrong? This is now. If you have to arrest her a few years earlier."

Upon hearing this, Ma Ling turned her head and stood up, and walked towards the outer room.

Seeing Ma Ling leave, Ma Dafu gave Wang Cuihua a blank look and complained: "Look at you, why are you making a noise when you have a meal?"

Wang Cuihua glared at her eyes and shouted angrily: "Didn't you ask me to say it?"

"I..." Ma Dafu was speechless for a moment.

Ma Ling went out of the house, took a few steps in front of the steak pile, looked left and right, and somehow took out a small butter paper bag from it.

This butter paper bag does not contain dry food, but is square and flat.

Ma Ling faced Xiaoziduo, turned her back to her house, 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 southward and came straight to a family.

There are two thatched houses in this fence tent. Ma Ling holds the fence tent and shouts: "Aunt Han! Old Aunt Han!"

Ma Ling shouted twice, but no one came out, so she wanted to push open the tent door and go in.

But just as he turned around, Ma Ling found that there was someone standing behind her.

This scared Ma Ling, "Oh my God", hid back, and only then did she see the person coming, complaining: "Uncle Han, why don't you say anything behind me?"

Han Jiang laughed and said, "Daughter, when you come, call you aunt. I am your uncle. Why am I talking about it?"

"You old man, you are picky." Ma Ling smiled and asked, "Does my aunt stay home?"

"Where are you putting your home?" Han Jiang raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the house, saying, "Let's go, my daughter enter the house."

Ma Ling followed Han Jiang into the house. As soon as she pushed the door, she smelled a smoke. When she arrived at the inner room, she saw a thin and dry lady sitting on the kang smoking.

People in the mountains live a hard life, and their appearance is more than 10 or 20 years older than their peers in the city.

This is not an exaggeration. This little old lady looks over seventy years old, but she is just fifty-one this year.

"Oh, the eldest daughter is here!" When Old Mrs. Han saw Ma Ling, her eyes suddenly shone, as if she saw the financial owner.

"Hey, Aunt Han." Ma Ling walked forward two steps, sat sideways on the kang, and said to Old Mrs. Han: "I'm here to bother you again."

"Hey, what is my daughter saying?" the old lady smiled and said, "We are not outsiders. If you have any problems, just tell your aunt."

"This..." Ma Ling turned red, her head slightly lowered, her hands pinched the corner of her clothes, and she didn't say anything for a while.

Mrs. Han is also a wise man. Seeing this, she smiled and asked, "Daughter, are you going to kiss me?"

To get married means getting married, and getting engaged.

Ma Ling lowered her head, but lit it, closed her mouth but let out a "hmm".

Old Hantou and the old lady looked at each other, and they all knew that the girl was thin-skinned and no one laughed.

Mrs. Han handed the cigarette pier to the old man, then reached out and pulled Ma Ling's hand, and said softly: "Daughter, do you want to see if it's right?"

"Yeah." Since the old lady asked, Ma Ling stopped hiding it and said directly: "I want the aunt to help me see if it works. If it works, I have to reply to someone."

At this time, Han Jiang asked from the side: "Who is the boy?"

"Zhao army from Zhao Youcai family." Ma Ling replied quickly.

"Yo." The old lady looked at the old man after hearing this, then said to Ma Ling: "Daughter, it's not an aunt who is stingy..."

"You don't need to say anything about Auntie." Ma Ling pulled her hand out of Mrs. Han's hand, then touched her cotton jacket's pocket, took out a stack of money, and expanded it in front of the old man. In front of the old man, she counted it. Although there were zeros and even wholes, it was exactly ten yuan.

Ma Ling stood up, walked to the tall wooden table next to her, held the money to the incense burner on the table, then turned around and said to the old Mrs. Han, "Auntie, how worried you are."

"Okay!" The old lady smiled, her face was squeezed together, and then she closed her eyes, mumbled, muttered, and moaned.

Ma Ling stood aside and looked at the old lady nervously. After all, this was related to her major life events.

But the old lady frowned after a few words, and saw the old man beside her, and the heart burst into tears.
Chapter completed!