The dry and thin old lady sat cross-legged on the kang, shaking her head and muttering.
The other knots on the back of her head swayed from side to side as she shook her head.
Ma Ling rubbed her clothes nervously and looked at Mrs. Han intently.
At this time, Mr. Han was also quite nervous.
They have been together for more than thirty years and have been together through thick and thin. At this time, Han Jiang could tell at a glance that something was not quite right with his wife.
But Ma Ling was watching from the side, and Han Jiang couldn't say anything.
Suddenly, Mrs. Han stopped mumbling, opened her eyes and smiled at Ma Ling.
"Auntie!" Seeing this, Ma Ling hurriedly stepped forward and asked eagerly: "How are you doing?"
It's no wonder that Ma Ling is impatient. Marriage is a top priority these days. After all, as long as you get married, you won't usually get divorced. When women get married, even if they are beaten, scolded or bullied, most of them will grit their teeth and hold on. p>
But who wants to live this kind of life? So before getting married, you have to think more and more.
Old Mrs. Han frowned slightly, but when she saw her old man winking at her, the old lady took Ma Ling's hand and said to her: "My daughter, go out first and wait for me outside for a while."
"Ah?" Ma Ling was stunned when she heard this. She had come to Lao Han's house not only once or twice, but she had never encountered such a thing.
The old lady hurriedly explained: "It seems that the shopkeeper is not at home." At this point, the old lady pointed to the incense burner and said to Ma Ling: "Let me see and send a message to the shopkeeper and find it for him."
Come."
"Ah!" Ma Ling's big eyes flashed with curiosity. She had been here many times, and this was the first time she heard that the shopkeeper would go out. Now she wanted to see how the old lady went to find his shopkeeper, but
But Mrs. Han asked her to go out and wait.
Ma Ling has little reading. If Li Baoyu were here, she would definitely be suspicious. Because Mrs. Han's words can be found in "Journey to the West" with similar sentences.
I think that when Tang Monk and his disciples were fighting with the Three Power Immortal in the Chechi Kingdom, the Huli Immortal failed to pray for rain because the deity was not at home.
Seeing that Ma Ling didn't move her feet, Han Jiang hurriedly interrupted and said, "My daughter, this is a big deal for you. You go out first and wait, and let your aunt give you a good question."
"Okay!" Upon hearing this, Ma Ling didn't doubt that he was there, turned around and left the house.
Han Jiang sent Ma Ling to the door, smiled at Ma Ling, and then closed the door directly.
Ma Ling was outside the door. She was very curious, so she leaned under the window.
But the windows of Lao Han's house have no glass. They are wooden window frames pushed from the inside out and from the bottom up, with two pieces of paper in the middle.
Even if Ma Ling stood in front of the window, she couldn't see what was happening in the room.
But when she came to the window, the old couple in the room vaguely saw someone outside the window through the window paper.
The old lady stretched out her hand and called Han Jiang closer and asked, "How should we fix it?"
The old man asked: "What happened?"
The old lady glanced at the window, then curled her lips, shook her head and said, "I can't see anything."
In fact, the line of work that Mrs. Han does is simple to say, that is, when someone tells them something, they close their eyes, mumble, and say whatever they see in their minds.
I don’t know if they imagined it out of thin air or something.
But today, old Mrs. Han feels that her head is empty and there is nothing.
"How could this be possible?" Han Jiang felt a sudden thought, but then he remembered something and said hurriedly: "Old Kuai, do you think it could be about Zhao Jun?"
Lao Kuai is a name used by old men in Northeast China for their old wives. Later, they were called wives.
"Ah?" Old Mrs. Han raised her eyebrows and asked doubtfully: "What happened to the eldest son of the Zhao family?"
Han Jiang also glanced at the window, then sat sideways on the kang and said to the old lady: "How evil that boy is! Even the mountain god asked him to be arrested, big pig.
God has given him a pang pong, if you want to check him, can our shopkeeper dare to come?"
"Oh!" The old lady slapped her thigh after hearing this, but remembering that Ma Ling was still outside the window, she quickly lowered her voice and said to the old man: "That's not good, this kid's father is not an ordinary gunman!"
"Then what are you thinking about?" Han Jiang said: "This family doesn't have a fuel-efficient lamp."
"Then what should we do?" The old lady looked panicked and asked Han Jiang, "Then you can't tell the truth to this girl?"
"You can't tell the truth!" Han Jiang said categorically: "In recent years, we are not as strict as before, but there are not many people who come to us for help. All year round, they always point to this girl and give her some cigarette money, some wine money, and some food.
Chicken money. We are going to smash the sign in front of her today. Doesn’t that mean we are driving the God of Wealth away?"
"This...ba! Ba! Ba!" The old lady had no idea for a moment and even wrapped her cigarette bag a few times.
Suddenly, the old lady's little mouse eyes lit up, she tugged on Han Jiang's sleeve and said: "Old man, how about we tell my daughter that they are not suitable for each other? Or else, if we say that they are suitable for each other, then my daughter
If you get married and live a bad life, isn’t that just a bad sign? We’ll still be complaining after it’s over.”
Old Mrs. Han was right. If she told Ma Ling that she and Zhao Jun were suitable, then after Ma Ling married, life would be difficult. Even if the old lady couldn't tell, it would still ruin her reputation.
But if it wasn't suitable, Ma Ling believed them and the marriage didn't happen, so there was no way to tell the truth from the false.
But after hearing what the old lady said, Han Jiang's expression changed. He shook his head and said, "Old Kuai, please stop fooling around."
"What's wrong?" The old lady was not happy anymore. She knocked the ashes from her pipe to the side and asked, "If you don't say that, what else can you say?"
Han Jiang hurriedly explained to the old lady and said: "With the conditions of Zhao Youcai's family, who wouldn't want to marry his in-laws? If you tell your daughter that it's not suitable, and she doesn't agree when she goes back, then Ma Dafu and Wang Cuihua will have to ask why.
The Ma family can't do anything to us, but can our family afford to offend Zhao Youcai?"
After listening to Han Jiang's words, the old lady said "Yeah", her eyes instantly grew longer, her mouth grew bigger, and she even stopped smoking her cigarette bag.
Han Jiang added: "You are going to mess up Zhao Er Gudong's son's marriage. Can he spare us? Can we two old bones stand up to him? Besides..."
Speaking of this, Han Jiang paused for a moment and then said: "Where is our son? You don't care?"
When Han Jiang mentioned her son, Mrs. Han sighed.
The son of the old Han family is none other than Han Shang, the doctor at the health center.
Because of the old lady's career, Han Shang drew a clear line with his parents in his early years. They have never had any contact with each other over the years, but the old couple has always been thinking about their son.
Having been married in Tunli for so many years, the old couple knew what kind of temper Zhao Youcai was.
In fact, Zhao Youcai has a very good character. If you don't mess with him, he won't mess with you. He is even very warm-hearted and will take the initiative to help the weak.
But if anyone offends him, Zhao Youcai will show no mercy and will kill them all.
"Old man!" The old lady threw away her cigarette pouch anxiously, grabbed Han Jiang's arm with both hands, and said, "Quickly think of a way, what should we do?"