It's always the uncle who helps his nephew talk about his wife. How can a nephew help his uncle talk about his wife?
"Qinghe!"
Wang Yuan pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Since uncle likes her, why doesn't he hire someone to be a matchmaker?"
Zhao Qinghe rolled his eyes: "I didn't have money before. Last time you gave me more than 100 yuan. I was planning to find a matchmaker to take care of the matter for my father, but you ended up having to make a clay crucible, buy materials and burn a kiln. All of a sudden
I spent a hundred guan, but my father felt that he didn’t have much money and said he wouldn’t marry me!”
"Shut up!"
The uncle's face turned red and he waved his hands: "Yuan'er, don't listen to this girl's nonsense!"
"Uncle, this is business!"
The corner of Wang Yuan's lips raised slightly: "When the Zhou family sends money, I will leave a thousand taels for you and get it done quickly. If you hesitate again and wait for someone else to propose marriage, you will regret it if she agrees!"
"Won't!"
The uncle shook his head: "She has a condition for getting married. She has to raise a blind mother-in-law, a pair of children, and three more mouths to eat. No one dares to agree! My uncle didn't dare to do it before. The money earned by the blacksmith shop is not enough for Qinghe's dowry.
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"She is so filial to her mother-in-law and never abandons her children. She is a good woman!"
Wang Yuan nodded in confusion: "Uncle, if you really like it, just marry her. Our family doesn't need three mouths to eat. If you don't have true feelings, given our current conditions, you can choose whatever you want to marry a yellow-flowered girl!"
In this era of marriage, many people marry their daughters just to reduce the head tax for the family and find a place for their daughter to eat. They don't care about the other person's age, future, love, and after all, food and clothing are not solved.
"Why do you want a big girl with yellow hair? At my uncle's age, isn't that an evil act?"
Wang Yuan said with a smile: "Okay, Qinghe will find a matchmaker, buy a car full of betrothal gifts, and everything will go smoothly!"
"No, not anymore!"
The uncle waved his hands repeatedly: "I am remarrying, and she is remarrying. If you do anything too much, others will poke their spines. Just pick them up and pass them by!"
Wang Yuan didn’t force it!
In this era, people talk like tigers, and gossip can drown people!
In the afternoon, the Zhou family's payment arrived, totaling two thousand taels of silver and seven hundred taels of gold, which dazzled everyone in the room and could not open their eyes.
Before a group of people could go to pay the betrothal gift, another carriage arrived at the Zhao family's blacksmith shop.
When they looked at the coachman, the people who got out of the carriage, Erhu, and the three brothers Guo Cang had a look in their eyes, and they all looked a little nervous!
It’s Zhao Weimin who comes, Xu Baotou!
However, both of them were dressed in common clothes and looked like ordinary people!
But the oxtail knife hanging around Xu Captou's waist showed his official status!
Zhao Weimin cupped his fists and saluted: "Student, I have taken the liberty to visit you. I hope you will forgive me!"
Zhao Qinghe was stunned to see that this middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing actually called his cousin sir.
There are so many things about him that he doesn’t know!
Wang Yuan waved his hands unhappy: "Stop saluting, I don't like this!"
"Yes, sir!"
Zhao Weimin smiled bitterly and took out an invitation: "The first thing I did when I came here was to send my husband an invitation to the Fengding Longtai Poetry Society."