Aunt Zhang Er huffed and puffed, unable to speak.

She glanced at her son furtively, feeling that he seemed different after what had happened.

However, her son reminded her of something.

After sending her son out first, she said to Chunhua, "Your parents know that we would never find you a husband! Since you don't want to marry into another village and only want to stay in this village, I think Dazhu from Old Master Fan's family is a good option."

Zhang Chunhua used to think Fan Dazhu was a good person. He had a brick house, lots of fields and forests, and his brothers were grown up and capable of working instead of just eating for free. He thought his family was well-off. But that was before!

“Mother, you know what kind of situation Master Fan is in. He has to take care of the old and the young. I’m not going to jump into a fire pit.”

Aunt Zhang was furious. She pinched her daughter's arm hard and angrily reminded her, "Are you stupid? Old Mrs. Fan is gone, Fan Qian is lying in bed, and Sun Jinhua is acting strangely. Once you marry in, you'll be in charge of the household!"

You don't have to suffer from your mother-in-law's torment. Those two have to watch your mood. If they're happy, they'll give you food; if they're not, they'll go hungry. What can they do to resist?

With food and money readily available, wouldn't life be even better than before!

Zhang Chunhua thought of Sun Jinhua's past behavior and lowered her head to ponder.

Aunt Zhang seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire: "That's a brick house, you'll be living in the best room as soon as you move in! The big pillar leg isn't good, so we'll have to rely on you even more."

"If you hurry up and have a few big, healthy sons, you'll have more confidence."

Most importantly, no other women in the village came to propose marriage. She couldn't very well go up to them and ask, could she? Even if she were shameless enough to ask, how could she agree to a marriage if no one had even come to her door to propose?

But Fan Dazhu is different. Sun Jinhua is mentally unstable and there is no woman in the house. She needs to find a wife to marry into the family. If she says so, it will definitely work out.

The Fan family used to be one of the wealthiest families in the village. As the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, so she could easily ask for a dowry of ten taels of silver.

She had already inquired and found out that Ding Jiajia was only eight taels. Ha, what's the use of raising her well? She's not even worth as much as her daughter!

Zhang Chunhua wavered.

Mother is right! It's just that it's been almost two months now, and I haven't seen Fan Dazhu leave the house. I wonder how much his broken leg has healed...

"Don't worry, Chunhua. With Fan Dazhu in his current state, if he wants to marry you, I'll definitely get you a lot of things! Then you'll be even more glamorous than Ding Jiajia and outshine her!"

Besides, Ding Jiajia married Hu Shuiqing's younger brother, while you married Fan Jin's nephew. The real Fan family members are much closer than hers.”

Zhang Chunhua's initial hesitation was dispelled by vanity. Even more glamorous than Ding Jiajia? Her mother truly loved her.

"Okay, Mother, remember to ask me for a few more. I remember the Fan family has a silk hair ornament; you must get it for me."

It's better than all the girls' clothes in the village, even Ding Jiajia's are made of fabric flowers.

"Alright, Mother will go right away!"