"Father, like son."

Sun's voice reached her ears again.

"Qing'er, there are some things that you can't see clearly when you are in the bureau. Mom is someone who has been there, so she can see it clearly."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyes and looked at Mrs. Sun in front of her.

Mrs. Sun continued, "Tang Yazi cares about you, and you also have him in your heart. You two are a perfect match and a perfect match."

"But mother, I'm not mentally ready yet."

Yang Ruoqing said a little embarrassed.

Mrs. Sun smiled, "What's there to prepare for? Your aunt is marrying your uncle, and that's the first time we've met each other after taking off the hijab."

Yang Ruoqing was ashamed.

Can you not use the backward marriage of Auntie and the others as a teaching material?

"The couples in our village all meet once before marriage and then get married."

"Having a lot of children, life is in full swing."

"It's rare to see childhood sweethearts like you and Tang Yazi," Mrs. Sun said again.

"Mom, look at my body, I'm still fat." Yang Ruoqing said.

"If I were to side with Tang Yazi, people would definitely say that I brought him down."

Mr. Sun shook his head, "Hey, as long as Tang Yazi thinks you are good-looking, that's all."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Luo Fengtang has said similar words several times.

Mrs. Sun looked at the joyful smile on Yang Ruoqing's face and smiled too.

"Your father and I both like Tang Yazi and hope that you can be together."

"But this matter ultimately depends on your own wishes."

"Tangyazi is definitely still waiting."

"Please think carefully about what my mother-in-law said and give him an answer as soon as possible, okay?"

Yang Ruoqing thought seriously and nodded.

"I will figure it out as soon as possible and won't let him waste it."

"That's good. Let's not talk about it for now and let's cook dinner."

"okay"

In the kitchen, there was the sound of pots and pans.

Under the window behind the kitchen, a figure flashed past.

He came to the alley outside and stopped there, holding on to the wall of the alley.

My fingers were digging into the mottled wall, and my fingernails were scratched, and blood was flowing out, but I didn't know the pain.

No wonder Qing'er casually threw away the charcoal she gave her.

It turns out that she really hooked up with that guy Luo Fengtang.

Yang Ruoqing, Luo Fengtang, I won't make it easy for you.

Muzichuan turned his head again and looked at the small side door behind him, then left with staggering steps.

In the courtyard of Mu's house.

Widow Liu became ill after Yang Huaming harassed her for the second time that night.

I have been lying in bed for the past few days, unable to get out of bed.

Mrs. Song, the grandmother of Muzichuan, came to take care of her.

There were no lights in the room, and the light was dim.

Widow Liu leaned against the bedside and whispered to Ms. Song who was sitting next to her.

The topic still revolves around the disputes between Mu Zichuan and Lao Yang's family.

"In the past, when the fat girl from the old Yang family was acting silly, Zichuan would hide away from her when he saw her."

"Ever since her fat girl recovered from her illness, it's like she's a different person, and she's been driving our Zichuan crazy."

"That guy stole five kilograms of the charcoal that my brother sent me a few days ago and gave it to that girl."

"I didn't appreciate it, so I sent it back again. Alas."

Widow Liu said, shaking her head.

Mrs. Song also sighed.

"I don't know what kind of evil this is."

Mother and daughter faced each other and sighed.

Mrs. Song asked Mrs. Liu what she was thinking of.

"Third daughter, you really don't plan to find a man and move on to another family."

Widow Liu shook her head, "I have survived this for more than ten years, and Zichuan is getting older. If I win the election next autumn, I will survive."

Song said, "It's still more than half a year before Qiu Wei."

"You have offended the fourth child of Lao Yang's family again. If you can't protect yourself, they will come back to make trouble."

"Lao Mu's family is very small. You mother and son were bullied, and there was no one to support you."

Widow Liu also had a worried look on her face.

She is not afraid of herself. At worst, she and Yang Huaming will be deadlocked.

What she was afraid of was that Yang Huaming would harm Zichuan.

"Mom, what do you think we should do? We can't hide in the town all the time. It's too expensive," Widow Liu said.

Mrs. Song said, "Mom has an idea, but I'm afraid you won't listen."

"Mom, tell me."

Mrs. Song turned her head and looked out the window, making sure that no one was there, and then whispered to Widow Liu in a low voice.

Widow Liu frowned at first and looked repelled.

But after hearing this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Mom, this idea sounds good, but I'm worried that Zichuan won't agree."

"That kid only cares about fat girls and can't pretend to be someone else." Widow Liu said worriedly.

"Marriage matters, parents' orders to matchmakers, this has been the case for generations, and there's no reason why he wouldn't agree," Mrs. Song said.

"Besides, we're not really asking him to marry someone else, we're just making an engagement first."

"In this way, you and Lao Yang's family are in-laws."

"With this relationship, Yang Huaming doesn't look at the monk or the Buddha, and he doesn't dare to take any chances with you mother and son," Mrs. Song said.

"In the future, when our son Sichuan succeeds in the examination, he will pass the exam and go to the big places in the capital."

"Let's find another reason to cancel this marriage. By then, ordinary people in the old Yang family will not dare to cause trouble," Mrs. Song said.

Widow Liu nodded, "That's a good idea. I heard that Yang Laosi listens to his second brother the most."

"We became in-laws with his second brother. If he wants to harm Zichuan, his niece-in-law, Yang Laoer has to protect him," Widow Liu said.

"But if this is the case, wouldn't this deceive the daughter named Lan'er of Yang Lao'er's family?" Widow Liu asked again.

Mrs. Song said, "Someone has to be tricked in this matter."

"If Lan'er doesn't get tricked, you mother and son will have to live in fear."

"There are only so many ideas that mother can come up with, you can weigh it yourself."

At night, after dinner, I finished making tofu.

Yang Ruoqing had ironed her feet and was about to go back to the house to sleep, but she saw Mrs. Sun sitting in the warm bucket with her sewing and dustpan in hand.

"Mom, it's late at night, why don't you rest and do it again tomorrow?" she advised.

Mrs. Sun smiled and shook her head, "Mom is not sleepy yet, you go to bed first."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the embroidery work in her hand.

It is a pair of red shoe tops with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water on the side.

There are some colorful silk threads in the dustpan.

Yang Ruoqing became a little annoyed when she saw this thing.

"How many piles of milk did this person bring?" she asked.

Sun said, "Two pairs of shoes and socks for each season."

Two pairs of shoes, two pairs of socks

Isn't that just sixteen pieces of embroidery work?

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

She didn't know how much clothing a country girl had when she got married.

But based on her intuition, she felt that Tan had left all the shoe work to Sun.

"Why are you such a girl? What do you want me to say about you?"
Chapter completed!