Chapter 190 The Long-Eared Matchmaker

The fourth child is quite picky; he can eat two bowls of coarse grain noodles and four bowls of white rice.

Song Chunxue deliberately made extra, scraping the soup out of the pot completely.

"Are you full?"

The fourth brother put down his bowl, let out a burp, and said, "I'm full, I'm full. Today was really good, even better than the food we ate during the New Year in the past."

He stood up and rubbed his stomach. "Ugh, I'm so full, it's hard to sit down."

After eating three bowls, Sanwa contentedly picked up the bowls and chopsticks from the table and went to the kitchen. "Mom, let me wash them."

The fourth brother was stunned for a moment.

“Then you can wash with me,” Song Chunxue said with a smile. “I’ll wash the dishes, and you can rinse them and wipe the chopsticks.”

"Okay." Sanwa smiled, picked up the bowl, and bent down to go into the kitchen.

The fourth brother also went to the kitchen and brought over the oil lamp.

Song Chunxue found it very novel.

In all her years, she had never seen her two sons helping her wash the dishes at night.

She couldn't help but turn to look at Sanwa and Lao Si, "Hey, Sanwa is the same height as Lao Si now. I remember Sanwa was a little shorter before."

Speaking of this, she realized that Sanwa hadn't eaten many eggs before, which must be why he was growing so slowly.

Although the third child was never shorter than the second child, she still feels incredibly sad and guilty whenever she thinks about how she treated the third child.

"Yeah, I've grown a bit recently," Sanwa said with a slightly embarrassed smile. "My old shoes are still wearable, but they're too small, and they're not worn out yet."

In the past, shoes were never thrown away until they were worn out, but now that Sanwa has new shoes and socks, he has no chance to wear the old ones.

"If you can't wear them, just throw them away," Song Chunxue said with a smile. "It's going to snow tomorrow, so I'll finish making your cotton shoes soon. I'll rush to finish them tonight, and you can wear them tomorrow."

Sanwa smiled and nodded, "Okay."

The fourth brother leaned against the cutting board and wet the large cutting board that had been used to knead the dough, otherwise the dough would be dry on it and difficult to wash off.

"I remember the fourth brother has two pairs of cotton shoes, which were newly made last year. They should still be wearable, right?"

The fourth child nodded, "They're still wearable. Mother, make some for the third child first."

He only realized now that his mother hadn't made many shoes or clothes for the three children before, always prioritizing their education.

He now deeply understands how much his mother valued her children's education.

He used to have a flock of sheep to graze, but now he has none and can only live a life of fear and trembling at home.

Ah, if only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place.

Song Chunxue poured the water from washing the dishes into a bucket, saving it to feed the pigs tomorrow.

"Let's go, we're done washing up."

Song Chunxue took off her apron and followed behind the third and fourth brothers. As soon as she stepped out, she saw a layer of white snow in the yard.

"It's snowing, it's a bit cold." The fourth brother ran to the west room. "We can start a fire tomorrow."

"Oh right, Sanwa, remember to bring some firewood tomorrow. We'll definitely be able to start a fire in the school."

"Yes, it is my turn tomorrow. I need to go to school early." Sanwa stood at the dark door of the west room. "Mother, go to sleep early."

"Hey," Song Chunxue said, standing at the door of the north room. "Don't be shy. If you can't sleep for a while, turn on the lights in your room."

She laughed and said, "Has the fourth brother been too afraid to sleep alone these past few days?"

“Yes, he said it’s warmer for two people to sleep together, and they can talk to each other,” Sanwa said in a low voice. “He’s clearly a coward.”

The fourth brother snorted, "No, I was just trying to save money on adding more kang beds. Now that there are fewer sheep, there will be less sheep droppings, so adding one less kang bed will reduce waste."

Song Chunxue and Sanwa laughed non-stop.

She carried the oil lamp into the house, took out the shoes that were almost finished, and decided to work harder to finish them tonight.

Although the cotton shoes on Sanwa's feet fit well, they weren't thick enough, and his feet would easily get wet in the snow.

These shoes are made of black satin, which helps them stick to less snow, and the soles are also thicker.

In less than 15 minutes, she placed the shoes on the table with satisfaction.

After that, she opened the bundle again, tucked the land deed into the old book she had been reading, and placed it on the roof beam.

She stood on the ground, a smile playing on her lips.

Now she owns a large courtyard house in the county.

Even if no one supports her in the future, those lands and houses will be enough for her to find a good maid to serve her.

But this time, she didn't want to be bedridden, so she decided to meditate and cultivate herself, hoping for a peaceful end.

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The snow wasn't thick, but because it was getting colder, it wouldn't melt easily.

But Song Chunxue never expected that, despite the difficult road ahead, someone would have crossed two mountains to reach her home.

The woman in front of me was a matchmaker, and she must be almost fifty.

"Is this the Jiang family's residence?"

Song Chunxue responded, "Yes, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for you. You must be the mistress of the Jiang family, the one who gave birth to four sons?"

Song Chunxue frowned. This matchmaker lived relatively close to her parents' home, so why did she come all the way here?

“It’s me, but my family doesn’t arrange marriages.”

Matchmakers are the most well-informed; perhaps she's heard something.

"Of course you need one. I heard that your two sons are still at home. One is engaged but not yet married, and the other hasn't even started the matchmaking process yet."

Song Chunxue frowned. "How did you find your way here?"

The matchmaker chuckled and said, "Let's go inside and talk."

Song Chunxue led her into the house.

The fourth brother came out of the house and looked at the matchmaker with curiosity.

"Oh my, is this your youngest son? He's so tall and handsome. He must have studied for many years, right?"

Seeing her overly enthusiastic manner, the fourth son couldn't help but ask, "Mother, what's going on...?"

"Matchmaker, I'm here to arrange a marriage for you, not because I found you," Song Chunxue asked the matchmaker. "Which family's daughter do you want to arrange a marriage for?"

"Hehe, it's like this, I'm representing the Liu family's daughter, the one from the area behind your mother's house. There's a family that has four daughters, and their third daughter is about the same age as your fourth daughter."

The fourth brother grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds he had grown and cracked them open. "How are they?"

Song Chunxue glanced at him; he certainly knew a lot.

"You're very good-looking, fair-skinned, and tall. You have a big bottom, which is good for childbearing. It's just that the dowry will be a bit high." The matchmaker winked and said, "I heard that you made a fortune from somewhere and even gave some to your sister and your uncle's second brother. Money is definitely not a problem."

The fourth brother frowned. "They came by smell. Do dogs have such a keen sense of smell?"

"Smack!"

Song Chunxue slapped him on the shoulder, "You have no manners."

The matchmaker chuckled nonchalantly, “Hehe, that’s right. I know all the rich people around here better than anyone. I’ve heard that my third sister, who has been suppressed and unable to hold her head up for years, was shopping on the street the other day, spending money lavishly. Everyone says she only has money now because she went back to her parents’ home.”

“These days, her husband Zhao Qian is as obedient as an old dog. If he doesn’t listen to her, your third sister whips him. It’s said that she even held a kitchen knife to Zhao Qian’s neck in the middle of the night, saying that if he didn’t listen, she would cut off his head. It’s true that money makes people stand tall.”

Song Chunxue found it amusing. "That's because they have a temper. How do you know I'm rich?"

"Besides, even if I had money, I wouldn't marry the girls you introduce. They're all prone to making unfounded accusations. If I married one, I probably wouldn't have a peaceful life."

The fourth son chimed in, "That's right, my mother doesn't like talkative daughters-in-law."