Just as I turned around, I heard Wang Dong ask behind me: "Is she okay?"

"who?"

"The woman you were talking about."

This question was a bit puzzling. Zhang Shixun stopped and replied, "It looks okay. Why are you asking this?"

"If you think it's okay, marry her quickly. We need a woman to take care of the housework."

"What?" Zhang Shixun was unhappy: "I married a woman just to let her take care of the housework?"

"Not only that, there's something more important...reproduction." Wang Dong answered straightforwardly.

"No love?" Zhang Shixun felt that this guy had a problem with his view on marriage.

"Love is just a game. It's a waste of time. It's better not to have it."

There is nothing much to say. People with different ideas cannot work together.

Zhang Shixun was too lazy to discuss this topic with him anymore, so he turned around and went downstairs.

He wants to go find Madam Ding.

When he arrived at the gatehouse on Yanzhihe Street, he saw that the door was guarded by an iron general and the copper lock was newly replaced.

"The owner of this house is not at home." Someone said behind him.

Zhang Shixun turned around and saw an old man leaning on a cane.

"Old man, when does the owner of this house usually come back?" Zhang Shixun asked with a bow.

"He seldom comes back, and even when he does, he is carried directly into the courtyard in a sedan chair."

"Are you his neighbor?"

The old man nodded. "Although I live next door, I've never seen the owner of this house. I heard she's a woman, surnamed Li, but that's all I know."

"Li?"

In this case, Madam Ding and this sister should be cousins ​​or best friends.

Zhang Shixun couldn't help feeling melancholy.

It seems that finding Madam Ding is not as easy as imagined. We can't stay here all day long.