Jiang Fei sat on the kang with a straight face. Seeing his mother-in-law Wu Guixiang talking like this, he didn't know what she was thinking.
She wanted to ask for some benefits for her son. After all, in their eyes, she was the best.
Rich people in poor mountains have distant relatives, the same principle applies.
"Is Xiaoquan going to get a wife?"
Jiang Fei spoke in a deep voice, looked at Wu Guixiang and asked.
Although he couldn't stand Wu Guixiang's behavior, Song Caiwei's younger brother Song Xiaoquan was still pretty good, at least he was a pretty honest child.
I am also over eighteen this year and have reached the age to marry a wife.
Wu Guixiang originally showed up at Lao Jiang's house today with the intention of being humiliated by Jiang Fei, but even if she was humiliated by Jiang Fei, she had to come over and take a chance.
For the future and development of her son, and for her son to be able to successfully marry a wife and have children, what is she afraid of being embarrassed about?
In her heart, her son is like a knot in her life, and her daughter is just like water that has been thrown away. Generation after generation, this has been the case.
"Yes, yes, this child has reached the age of marrying a wife, tell me how time flies."
"Back then, this kid was running behind you, my uncle, and now it's been more than ten years."
When Wu Guixiang saw Jiang Fei take the initiative to ask about her son, she immediately spoke with joy, answered hurriedly, and mentioned things from her childhood.
Song Xiaoquan did like to run around behind Jiang Fei in the past, and the two of them were only three years apart.
Jiang Fei couldn't help but smile a little when he thought about the memories in his mind.
"Whose daughter are you marrying? What's your family background? What's your character like? What's your appearance like?"
Jiang Fei frowned and continued to ask Wu Guixiang.
Wu Guixiang stared at Jiang Fei with a complicated and lonely expression, and one can imagine the bitterness in her heart.
Who would have thought that my uncle would be where he is today? He is now a doctor with a golden job, or a doctor in a county hospital.
This old Jiang family really has a unicorn flying out of the chicken coop.
"The old Ma's family at the west end of the village has their third daughter, Ma Ying, who is nineteen years old, one year older than him." Wu Guixiang came to her senses and answered Jiang Fei hurriedly, and her breathing became short after that.
She stood on the ground, slightly bent over, not daring to sit down at all.
When Jiang Fei saw Wu Guixiang like this, he didn't feel sorry for her. What she had done couldn't be treated as if it never happened.
If it weren't for her hard work during this period, Song Caiwei would have been sold by Wu Guixiang and sold to Li Guangguan.
"Ma Ying, you are a good daughter. Xiao Quan has married a good wife."
Jiang Fei's impression of Ma Ying is that she is a very honest and responsible girl. She doesn't show her teeth or show her claws at all. She is very quiet and quiet, but she is a little bit fat.
But being a little fat at this time is a blessing.
"A good wife is a good wife, but Lao Ma's family doesn't agree with it, that..." When Wu Guixiang said this, her old face turned red with something unspeakable.
Jiang Fei looked at it with doubts. It was not common for his mother-in-law to find it hard to talk about her.
"If you have something to say, just tell me. If the third child in my family can help, I will definitely help, my mother-in-law." Xu Sifeng was sitting on the kang. After seeing his mother-in-law in such a difficult situation, Xu Sifeng still said a soft word.
After all, it is a family affair, and it is not good for the two families to be too rigid.
After all, it is Jiang Fei and Song Caiwei who will live their lives from now on, and we cannot let these two children have any knots in their hearts.
After Wu Guixiang heard what her mother-in-law said, she couldn't help but look at Xu Saifeng gratefully. Her eyes were a little red and blurred.
She was the only woman who took care of the housework. Ever since her husband died, she had been dragging Song Caiwei and Song Xiaoquan along for the past ten years.
Who knows about her difficulty and suffering?
She wiped the blurred tears from the corner of her eyes, and then said with some embarrassment: "That's not anything else, it's just money..."
"Lao Ma's family wants a gift of three hundred yuan, two tile-roofed houses, a flashlight and a radio and so on."
"But the situation in our family..."
After Wu Guixiang said this, there was almost no sound.
She didn't know what to say. In the past, she had humiliated the Jiang family because of the bride price, and almost broke up Jiang Fei and Song Caiwei.
When Jiang Fei heard this, he probably understood what Song Caiwei's mother meant.
"Xiaoquan's marriage is a big event, so..."
Jiang Fei took out twenty ten-yuan pieces of paper and pen from his pocket and placed them on the edge of the kang.
"These two hundred yuan will be used as a betrothal gift for Xiaoquan."
Jiang Fei's tone was calm and his expression was calm.
It seemed that what he took out was not two hundred yuan, but just two cents.
But when Xu Saifeng, even his father Jiang Aiguo, and Wu Guixiang saw the two hundred yuan beside the kang, their eyes went straight.
I casually took out two hundred yuan. Is this a dream?
The second child, Jiangshan, was sitting on the stool. After seeing the two hundred yuan beside the kang, he couldn't help but stretch his neck and look at it, his eyes full of longing.
"Two hundred?" Wu Guixiang stared at the two hundred yuan, not to mention how complicated her heart was.
If Song Caiwei had remarried Li Guangguan, their family would have received a gift of 500 yuan, and then the 500 yuan could be used to arrange the marriage for Song Xiaoquan.
Later, Li Guangguan and his son were raped once by Jiang Fei, and they left Anzhen overnight and never appeared again.
It was also from that time that her son Song Xiaoquan's marriage reached a deadlock, and Lao Ma's family refused to let go of the 300 yuan gift.
But in her family, all she has now is just over 100 yuan, which is simply not enough money for a bride price, let alone a wedding.
"Is two hundred enough? If not..."
Jiang Fei asked again, and after seeing his mother-in-law staring at the money without speaking, he shouted toward the kitchen: "Caiwei, come in."
Song Caiwei was stewing fish, holding vermicelli in her hand and putting it into the big pot.
After hearing Jiang Fei call her, she first put the vermicelli into the pot, then closed the lid, then wiped her hands and walked into the east room.
"Master, what's wrong?" Song Caiwei stared at Jiang Fei with a puzzled expression.
"Your brother is short of betrothal gifts for his wedding. I only have two hundred here. I didn't bring much money when I came back this time. How much do you still have?"
Jiang Fei asked Song Caiwei.
Song Caiwei looked at Jiang Fei in disbelief. She couldn't believe that Jiang Fei would say such words and do such things.
Doesn't he blame his mother? He still wants to help his brother?
She was stunned for a moment, then she realized what she was doing and quickly took out her pocket.
When she came back this time, she also took some money because she wanted to buy gifts for Jiang Fei's parents and stuff them with money.
She took out a full three hundred yuan and was prepared for any trouble.
"There are still these, I haven't got the rest back."
Song Caiwei took out a lot of bills from her pocket and handed them to Jiang Fei.
After Jiang Fei took it in his hand, he took out ten pieces of paper and pen with the maximum denomination of ten yuan, and placed them beside the kang.
"Three hundred yuan is enough this time."
Jiang Fei patted the pen and paper, looked at Wu Guixiang and said.
"Thank you, thank you uncle..." Wu Guixiang thanked her excitedly, her eyes filled with joy.
But just when she was about to step forward to get the money, Jiang Fei covered the three hundred dollars with another palm and said in a deep voice: "The ugly words are ahead."
"This money is not given to you for free. Starting from tomorrow, let Song Xiaoquan go to Anzhen Waste Collection Station to help. If you don't get wages within half a year, you will treat it as working to pay back the money."
Jiang Fei spoke and looked at Wu Guixiang.
I have never been a bad person, and I will never be a bad person.
Being able to spend this amount of money to help Song Xiaoquan get married is already the end of his love.
Wu Guixiang was stunned for a moment after listening to Jiang Fei's words, and then nodded quickly and said: "That's right. Let alone half a year, even if it is five or ten years, we will let Xiaoquan do the work."
Nothing is more important than her son's marriage now, and she is not a ungrateful person. Jiang Fei has done his best to give her the money.
If you simply think that this money is for Song Xiaoquan and does not need to be repaid, then you are totally wrong.
"Okay, take the money."
Jiang Fei nodded and didn't want to talk too much. He grabbed the three hundred yuan and handed it to Wu Guixiang.
Wu Guixiang took the money with trembling hands, feeling the thickness inside her hands.
Her heart was complicated and she was filled with emotion.
In the past, I wanted Song Caiwei to remarry because of Li Guangguan's 500-dollar gift.
Thinking about it now, she almost missed such a rich husband!