Chapter Thirty-eight: Pay my family twenty taels of silver
Cheng Qingwen smiled at the corner of her mouth and said gently and softly: "I guess Madam has only been here for a short time. I don't know that Zhaodi has a fierce temper. She had an inappropriate marriage a few years ago, but she even said that she would die on the sedan chair.
Already."
The look on the pavilion chief's wife's face changed and she said nothing.
"I know her temperament, and I'm afraid she will commit suicide with a pair of scissors during the wedding night. Will your sick young man's condition get worse by then? You don't want your wedding day to turn into a funeral, right?
"
"Are you threatening me?" the pavilion chief's wife's face darkened and she said in a deep voice.
"Yes." Cheng Qingwen raised an eyebrow: "I don't hide it from Madam. I have met County Magistrate Wei several times, and we can talk to each other. If Madam insists on this marriage, then on the day of the wedding, I will have no choice but to
Please ask County Magistrate Wei to take the troops to look after the bride."
"You!" The pavilion chief's wife thought about it and swallowed the words.
She just wanted a virtuous woman to take over the sick man, and she didn't really want to kill anyone.
What's more, if Magistrate Wei is alerted, her husband's future will be considered dead.
"Weier, go ask Matchmaker Qi to come out."
"Sister, you just compromised like this?" Su Yunwei said differently: "Their parents didn't say anything, why do you want to listen to this irrelevant person?"
The pavilion chief's wife lowered her eyebrows slightly, hiding the sharpness in her eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, go."
Su Yunwei curled her lips and reluctantly invited the matchmaker out.
Cheng Qinghan looked at this scene, smiled, and then walked into the house.
She sat beside Song Zhaodi's bed and asked softly: "If this marriage is canceled, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay in this house any longer. Have you ever thought of a way out?"
"I want to take my sisters to the town to find some work, but I don't know what kind of work is reliable."
Cheng Qingwen blinked and said softly: "There is an embroidery house in the town that specially takes in girls. You might as well try it. Even if you don't know how to embroider, you can still do other things."
Song Zhaodi nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, I will find an opportunity to go."
Cheng Qingwen stuffed three taels of silver into her hand and said softly: "I only have so much, take it first."
"What, break off the engagement?" Qin's voice sounded outside: "No, absolutely not, did that bitch Cheng Qinghan say something to you? She is not from our family at all, and what she said does not count!"
The pavilion chief's wife looked at the person in front of her and wanted to speak several times, but was blocked by the loud voice.
Her face turned cold and she said sternly: "Zhao Di is a good girl. Our second father-in-law has been ill for a long time, so it's really hard to delay her. We will return our respective tokens, tear up the marriage certificate, and return the betrothal gift. That's it for this marriage.
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As soon as Mrs. Qin heard that the betrothal gift was withdrawn, she immediately sat down on the ground and burst into tears: "How can I withdraw the betrothal gift? What will happen to my son if the betrothal gift is withdrawn? It cannot be withdrawn. Madam, I have three daughters, you can choose any one.
It’s okay to have all three, but the betrothal gift cannot be refunded.”
She crawled over, hugged Madam's thigh, and cried loudly.
"You shrew, let go! My sister is pregnant, how can I allow you to rush into her like this!" Su Yunwei quickly stepped forward and stood in front of her.
When Mrs. Qin heard this, her eyes lit up: "Madam is pregnant, doesn't the pavilion director have no one to accompany her? I have three girls, you can choose any one to go back."
When Matchmaker Qi heard this, she scolded this old stupid woman in her heart for how she could sell her own girl to be a concubine with the main wife.
The pavilion chief's wife was quite restrained and did not kick her away: "Get up quickly, otherwise, I will order you to be put in jail!"
This threat worked as expected. Mrs. Qin quickly released her hand and pushed it aside, still shouting that she would not withdraw the betrothal gift.
"Mother Qi, please help me handle the betrothal gift." After saying this, the pavilion chief's wife got on the carriage without stopping, fearing that she would rush over again.
Cheng Qingwen and Song Qiaoqiao happened to walk out at this time. They wanted to leave just like that, but when the people in the corner saw her, they rushed up to fight.
"You little bitch, why did you come to my house to cause trouble? Your family is full of women, so you don't think my family is good at recruiting girls!"
Cheng Qingwen took a step back, dodged her attack, and sneered: "Even if my family is full of women, they would not sell their daughters for a few taels of silver."
As soon as Mrs. Qin heard this, she stood up immediately and cursed angrily: "What is selling? I have raised my daughter so big, shouldn't I give her a few taels of dowry? In this marriage, as long as she is married, she will not
There is a lack of food and drink. It doesn’t matter if the man is a sick man, as long as he can have a full stomach. What’s more, there is a monthly schedule, and our family can enjoy the blessings, what’s wrong?”
Cheng Qingwen rolled her eyes and was too lazy to talk to her anymore, so she pulled Song Qiaoqiao and walked out.
Ms. Qin was still crying and scolding her in her yard. From the Cheng family to Song Qiaoqiao and then to Widow Liu, people passing by took it for granted. After taking a look at it, everyone went about their own business.
Cheng Qingwen returned home and sat in front of the sugar machine to continue pressing sugar cane. She didn't take today's events to heart at all.
Not long after he sat down, Mr. Qin came angrily with several of his sons, blocked the door of the courtyard, and cursed as soon as he entered.
"Damn it, Mrs. Cheng doesn't think our family is good enough, so she let her daughter come and ruin Zhao Di's marriage."
"Your family must accompany my family with twenty taels of silver, otherwise, I will not leave."
Just as Cheng Qingwan was about to step forward, she heard these words and immediately sat still.
Mrs. Qin sat on the stone at the gate and cried, and from time to time she would pull passers-by and say.
Cheng Qingwen grabbed the women who were about to come forward and motioned them to come in and leave them alone.
She put away all these things while crying, carried the sugar juice into the kitchen, closed the door, and started to cook the sugar.
Song Qiaoqiao was quite big-headed. She was sitting in front of the stove, watching the people at the door to see if they were leaving.
"The second aunt is the most difficult to deal with. She will cry to death whenever she doesn't get what she wants."
Cheng Qingwen glanced at the woman who was still scolding, and said calmly: "Leave her alone, she will definitely cry and leave. Come and help me, and help me get a jar."
Song Qiaoqiao nodded, quickly brought the jar, and watched her pour the boiled sugar into the jar.
Later, I watched her knead the dough, roll it into small balls and put them in the pot to cook.
Cook until the meatballs float, then take them out and pour the sugar that has not yet solidified over them.
Cheng Qinghan carried a whole can of small meatballs and walked from the backyard to the house.
Then he and Song Qiaoqiao served it together, each with a bowl.
"Huan Huan, it's getting dark. If the Qin family keeps making trouble like this, we won't be able to sleep at night." Cheng Hua'er rubbed his forehead and said softly: "This afternoon, I just listened to her howling.
I’ve made many miscalculations in my account books.”