Li Xiuying had long since disappeared.

Perhaps she had already fled when Tian Xiaohui unleashed her full power and started cursing.

Of course, no one would notice a down-on-her-luck, shrewish woman. At this moment, everyone's attention was on Tian Xiaohui's wedding. Seeing Tian Xiaohui and Zheng Song discussing the wedding date, the villagers who had come to watch the excitement were unwilling to leave, saying that they would all come to carry the dowry and add to the festivities on the day Tian Xiaohui became a nun.

Zheng Song said, "March 26th, which is half a month later, is May 8th in the Gregorian calendar. It's an auspicious day, and there's enough time to prepare. How about we set the wedding date for that day?"

"These are good days."

Before Tian Xiaohui's parents could speak, Tian Xiaohui preemptively counted on her fingers and said, "Mom, look, there are sixes and eights here. It means everything goes smoothly and prosperously. What a wonderful day!"

Aunt Tian clicked her tongue in disdain.

Whose daughter is so enthusiastic about talking about getting married?

Tian Xiaohui's father took a puff of his old pipe, frowned, and said, "It's a good day, but you just said that you have an old mother at home. You've met us, but we haven't met your mother yet. It might not be appropriate to settle things between you and Xiaohui like this."

"Don't worry about that."

Zheng Song, with a humble attitude, immediately explained: "Uncle, I'm here today only on my own behalf to meet you and Aunt with Xiao Hui and to propose marriage. If you and Aunt are satisfied with me and are willing to marry Xiao Hui to me, I'll bring my mother to pick you up tomorrow, and we'll invite Qin Zheng and the others to join us. Then we'll go to the city for a formal dinner and properly arrange the marriage."

ah?

Xiao Hui's father was a little confused.

Why go out to eat when you're already engaged?

No, you brought all these things here today, aren't you here to get engaged?

"Uncle Tian, ​​just listen to Zheng Song. Since ancient times, it has always been the case that a marriage proposal comes first, followed by an engagement. The man must take the initiative to ask for the woman's hand in marriage, and only when the woman's parents agree to marry their daughter can the engagement be finalized," Ye Yun explained with a smile.

Tian Xiaohui's father's face twitched.

He glanced silently at the gifts still placed on the Eight Immortals Table in the main room.

Malted milk powder, peach crisps, two bottles of fine liquor, six catties of pork, and some dried fruits and candies filled the octagonal table. There were also two boxes of rare items that I couldn't name on the ground. Such a grand gesture, and it's not considered an engagement?

That simple-minded girl of hers is worth at least two pounds of pork!

"Uncle? Uncle?"

"Huh? Hey hey hey! We're willing! We're willing!" Tian Xiaohui's father snapped out of his daze and couldn't wait to get dressed up and get married right now.

He laughed so hard his eyes disappeared, and patted Zheng Song on the shoulder, saying, "Young man, you know your manners. We farmers don't know these rules. Just bring two pounds of pork and pick them up when you have time!"

"That won't do."

Zheng Song looked at Tian Xiaohui beside him and chuckled softly: "Getting a wife is a big deal. You have to follow all the proper etiquette so that things will go smoothly in the future."

"Well said!" Tian Xiaohui's father gave a thumbs up, his face full of praise.

Damn it, Old Tian has lived his whole life and never imagined that his tiger daughter could marry into such a good family!

This is all thanks to Qin Zheng.

Thinking about how Xiaohui's mother had been taking care of the old lady all this time, Xiaohui's father turned around, walked to the old lady, squatted down, grasped the old lady's hands, his eyes brimming with tears, and shouted with all his might, "Mom!"

"I lost my mother when I was young, so from now on you will be my mother, Tian Mancang!"

Grandma Qin: "..."

Kid, you've got guts.