Hearing this, He Tingyu and Shao Chendong could not control the smiles on their faces.
The two of them replied in unison: "Understood."
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In the village.
A young man said stubbornly: "Mom, I really like her."
The woman had a look of pain on her face and beat her chest. She pointed at him and her hand was shaking with anger: "What a sin, why did I give birth to a debt collector like you, an ignorant thing like you?"
The young woman on the side looked at him with disapproval: "San'er, you are trying to make your mother angry,"
There was a trace of confusion on the young man's face, but it was quickly suppressed.
"I just want to marry her, and I'm not young anymore. Why would I make my mother so angry if I marry a daughter-in-law?"
Mo Yunqing was carrying a basket and was about to go to the village chief's house, when she happened upon this scene.
While listening, he secretly poked and moved towards the direction of the person.
"After listening for a long time, I still didn't understand what they were arguing about."
"I know I know."
Mo Yunqing's eyes suddenly moved to a slightly short and thin woman, and the curiosity in her eyes almost overflowed.
So did several other women.
Under everyone's gaze, the short and thin woman whispered: "Just now, the third son of the Zhongwu family told the Zhongwu family that he wanted to marry a wife. This was originally a good thing, wasn't it?"
"It's indeed a good thing, so why did the quarrel start?"
"The third son of the Zhongwu family is now 17 or 18 years old. It's really time for him to get a wife."
"And then."
"When the Zhongwu family heard that their son was going to get a wife, didn't they ask him whose girl it was? What do you think the third son of the Zhongwu family said?"
"What did you say? Is that girl bad or something?"
"Is it because the girl wants a lot of things or something?"
"Is it possible that the two daughters-in-law of the Zhongwu family are unhappy?"
The short and thin woman waved her hand: "No, no, none of it."
"What's that?"
"That's what it is."
"That's right, tell me quickly, I'm really worried."
Mo Yunqing also sounded anxious, but it was hard for her to ask.
"The third son of the Zhongwu family said that the person was a young widow from the next-door brigade."
"What?"
"widow?"
"The third son of the Zhongwu family was kicked in the head by a donkey?"
Mo Yunqing blinked her eyes and was also shocked.
It's not that she discriminates against widows, but that in this era, no one wants their son to marry a widow.
Zhongwu pointed at his third son. He was very excited and obviously very angry.
"No wonder you went to the next-door brigade whenever you had free time. It turned out that you were attracted by the vixen in the next-door brigade. Let me tell you, I will not agree. You can't marry her unless I die."
Mo Lifang's face turned a little pale, and he looked at his mother sadly, his voice trembling slightly, trying to win over: "Mom, Hui Xiu is a good girl..."
He Cuiqin's eyes were red and she roared: "Shut up."
Wang Kehui, who was He Cuiqin's second daughter-in-law, encouraged He Cuiqin: "Mom, please calm down, don't make yourself so angry."
After finishing speaking, he said to Mo Lifang: "San'er, please stop talking."
Mo Zhongwu and his two sons came back pushing the shuttle bus. When they saw so many people gathered outside, they asked, "What happened?"
Mo Zhongwu looked at his daughter-in-law, who had a strange expression, and then looked at his son standing aside: "San'er, what's wrong with your mother?"
Mo Lifang said nothing and lowered his head.
Mo Zhongwu's face darkened, he looked at Wang Kehui and asked, "Second daughter-in-law, tell me."
Wang Kehui looked at Mo Lifang hesitantly.
Before she could speak, He Cuiqin looked at him with tears streaming down her face, pointed at Mo Lifang and said in a hoarse voice, "What a good thing your son has done."
Mo Lixing (xing) and Mo Limu walked to He Cuiqin, supported her and asked with concern: "Mom, please don't cry, what happened."
Before He Cuiqin could speak, the onlookers said: "Zhongwu, your third son has taken a liking to the young widow from the team next door, and Cuiqin is very angry."
Mo Zhongwu's face instantly turned pale as he looked at his youngest son, gritted his teeth and asked, "Is it true?"
Brothers Mo Lixing and Mo Limu were so shocked that they couldn't speak for a while, and stared at Mo Lifang closely.
After a long while, he said: "San'er, why are you..."
Facing the cannibalistic and disbelieving looks of his father, eldest and second brother, Mo Lifang said bravely: "Dad, eldest brother, second brother, Hui Xiu is a good girl, I like her and want to marry her.
"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Zhongwu raised his foot and kicked him in the leg.
Mo Cube was caught off guard and kicked to the ground.
His face immediately turned pale.
He Cuiqin watched her youngest son being kicked, and moved her lips to say something, but when she thought that he was actually going to marry a widow, she didn't speak.
He said softly to Wang Kehui who was standing aside: "My second daughter-in-law, help me back to the house."
Wang Kehui nodded, helped He Cuiqin from the hands of her husband and second uncle, and walked to the back room.
Mo Yunqing looked at Mo Zhongwu from the side. Looking at his posture, Mo Lifang was probably going to get a beating.
She originally planned to go to the village chief's house to ask the village chief's wife to teach her how to make shoes, but she probably won't be able to go now.
Seeing Mo Zhongwu's posture, the others quickly persuaded him: "Zhongwu, talk to San'er carefully, but don't do anything."
"Yes, San'er is not a child anymore. You should tell him properly. This child is usually well-behaved."
"Zhongwu, if you don't like it, we don't want to beat the child."
The onlookers persuaded each other with words.
Mo Zhongwu ignored them and looked at Mo Lifang.
Mo Lifang's voice was a little hoarse: "Dad."
Mo Zhongwu looked at him disappointedly: "You still know that I am your father."
Mo Lifang looked at Mo Zhongwu with pleading eyes: "Dad, I really like Hui Xiu, she is a good girl."
Mo Zhongwu looked at his stubborn son with unspeakable disappointment in his heart. He was no longer a child. He didn't understand that marrying a widow would make his family unable to hold their head high in the village. Would he spend the rest of his life under the guidance of others?
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He knew, but he didn't consider the consequences: "I don't know if it's good or not. I won't allow her to come in. If you insist on marrying her, you will no longer be my son, Mo Zhongwu."
Mo Cube's eyes were a little red, and he looked at his father in disbelief: "Dad..."
After Mo Zhongwu finished speaking, he didn't look at him. Instead, he looked at the onlookers outside and said, "It's okay. Let's all disperse."
Mo Yunqing stood in the back, and basically no one paid attention to her because everyone was busy eating melon.
After hearing Mo Zhongwu's words, Mo Yunqing went back with the basket.
Eating melon has delayed my time, and I have to go to work in more than two hours. I'm afraid they are resting now.
I simply went back and explored slowly by myself.
In my memory, 'Mo Yunqing' knew how to do it, but her craftsmanship was not very good, so Mo Yunqing thought of asking the village chief's wife for advice. After all, her craftsmanship was famous in the village.
When I got home, I remembered that when I bought a sewing machine at the wholesale market, my boss gave her a book called "Clothing Cutting".