Old Yuan couldn't help but pursed her lips when she heard Mrs. Cao's intention.
If it had been before, with that affection, she could have taken it and lent it to Mrs. Cao.
But in the current situation, Miao Xiang is still living in the village chief's house, and Cao Daqiao seems to be both yin and yang.
She was a little reluctant to borrow this money.
Besides, what do you mean her inn has a good business? If it's not bad, it will come out if your fingers leak?
Her family, Ah Qiu, also worked hard to earn his money. He thought it would be so easy, and it would come as soon as the strong wind blows.
As far as Cao Daqiao's virtue is concerned, twenty cents is about the same. Two taels, when will he get it again?
Although their family's life is now better thanks to their granddaughter, they are not so good at doing good deeds.
Some money and some people can be borrowed.
Some, just can't.
"Sister Cao, you also know that I am just an old woman who doesn't care about anything. Aqiu is in charge of the business at home. The more she earns, the less she earns. That is her confidence. Our old Song family relies on Aqiu to support its appearance.
, I listen to her, it’s enough for me to enjoy the blessings with her, I am also old, I will eat when I can, drink when I can, I don’t mind it, and I won’t do anything else.”
He just looked like he didn't care.
Mrs. Cao listened, thinking that the last time she asked Old Yuan to advance half a month's salary in advance, Old Yuan had readily agreed, but now she was just saying this, and she felt a little unhappy.
People often say that it’s all about the food. Something happened in her family that was hard to talk about, but it was her own business, and it didn’t bother other families. She didn’t offend Old Yuan, so why bother?
?
"My sister-in-law said this because she was afraid that I would not repay the money I borrowed. After so many years of friendship, it turns out that my sister-in-law misses me like this?" Mrs. Cao looked at old Yuan with a face.
Old Yuan laughed and said, "Why? I really can't make the decision. If I really have it, it's okay to lend it to a girl."
"Are you afraid that I won't be able to pay back the loan?" Mrs. Cao nodded, sneered, and turned red again, looking a bit self-deprecating, "I know that in this village, people of all ages secretly don't care about it.
When he passed our Cao's house and looked at my bridge, he thought he was worthless and would only spend his whole life weaving baskets."
Old Yuan frowned:...
What the hell.
Which family in this village does not make a living by relying on their own crafts?
Those who collect firewood, those who fry spoons, those who pull carts, those who hunt, those who kill pigs for others,...
You all rely on your own strength and craftsmanship, why can't you make a difference?
She had never thought that Daqiao was useless at weaving baskets, nor had she ever looked down on him.
But this man was so silent that he could even do such beastly things. Not to mention that he was unable to make a living. Even if he was a high-ranking official or a big landowner, she still had to look down on that man. Bah, bah, bah!
I haven't felt this way usually, but looking at it like this today, Mrs. Cao treats her son like a child, and she seems to have no sense of right and wrong.
It's right to love your son, but you still have to have a certain temper. A loving mother often loses her son. Is it possible that if her son kills someone or commits a crime, she still has to protect her and think her son is right?
Old Yuan felt a little cold and panicked, and didn't want to say anything more to Mrs. Cao. She felt that she couldn't talk to her now. She just couldn't stand Cao Daqiao's character.
I was just thinking about how to send someone away.
When Old Mrs. Deng next door saw Mrs. Cao coming to see Old Mrs. Yuan, she had been paying close attention to her. Then she came to the rescue in time.
"Brothers and sisters, have you washed out the yellow barrels? Didn't you say that you have to go up the mountain to cut rattan and come back to rub the rope to hang the meat? Are you going now?"
When Old Yuan heard this, he quickly said: "After washing, I'll get the hatchet. Let's go right away."
As he was busy, he was about to go into the house to get the hatchet, but found that Mrs. Cao was still there, so he hurriedly asked her: "We are going up the mountain, Miss Cao, can you go?"
Mrs. Cao could see her attitude and had no intention of lending her any money, so she made excuses.
No matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't stay any longer at this moment. She just twitched the corners of her lips, said no more, and turned around and left the Song family yard.
Seeing that the person was gone, Old Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He took the hatchet and went up to the mountain with Old Deng. It might as well be a walk.
Mrs. Cao, who was returning home after going down the gentle slope, was secretly annoyed thinking about old Yuan's attitude and the failure to borrow money.
The Song family, which has the most money in the village, is not willing to lend her money. Where can she go to buy a wife for her son with two taels of silver?
What a worry!
When she got home, she saw her son was so depressed that he was not even in the mood to weave baskets. Mrs. Cao felt not only sad, but also in pain.
After thinking about it, I couldn't sit still, so I simply walked out and headed to Dazao Village opposite.
Mrs. Cao's biological sister, Xiao Ma, was married in Dazao Village. No one in her natal family was left, leaving only her two sisters. They were married close to each other, so they were always close to each other.
The Cao family is poor, and the Xiaoma family is not much better.
The only slight improvement was due to the fact that Mr. Ma gave birth to two sons and a daughter who married well.
Therefore, compared with the difficult life of the Cao family, Xiao Ma can still eat meat every half a month and can still spare some money.
But the remaining money was the remaining money, which she had worked hard to save to find a wife for her grandson. Therefore, when she heard that Mrs. Cao wanted to borrow money, she paid back the money for twenty taels, and Xiao Ma almost fell off the stool in shock.
Fall down.
"Oh, my good sister! You are sizing up this girl while I am sleeping in a pile of silver! Two taels of silver? I can't get it out even if you sell it!"
Mrs. Cao was a little chatty. She was very close to her sister. How could she not know the situation at her home?
But there is nothing we can do about it.
"It's a bit too much. How about five hundred dollars? You can lend me five hundred dollars! I can't help it. We are sisters who crawled out of the same intestines and broke the bones and connected the tendons. You can't
Don’t feel sorry for your sister and me!”
Xiao Ma sighed, "Sister, what you said is true. When did I stop feeling sorry for you? If I really didn't feel sorry for you, why would I bother running around to work on the bridge? You can tell me that this matter is causing trouble, okay?
Why did Daqiao start to fight against others? No matter how good a mother-in-law is, she can't withstand the beating! In the past, when Miao Xiang's mother was still alive, there was no such thing as a fight against Daqiao?
Just because of this matter, I was a little embarrassed in the village. I leaned on my mouth and made two matchmakers. I got some money from the matchmakers. Now that this has happened, no one will look for me again in the future.
Got it!"
Mr. Ma was also angry when he said this, but when he saw his sister huddled on the stool, with most of her black hair turning white, she felt a little distressed.
She couldn't help but soften her tone and said, "Sister, I suddenly want to borrow money, and you only get 2 taels per loan. Do you want to ask Daqiao again?"
Didn't I just tell you, sister, that the Chuanqiao Bridge in Shiliba Village is now very popular. If you want to find it now, it will definitely be difficult to find it. It is better to get past this limelight and wait until next year. I will be tired by then.
Legs, go a little further and feel them."
"Don't worry, sister, Daqiao is my nephew, and I can't bear to see him without a son to inherit his legacy!"