In her previous life, Song Qingyun and her old man enjoyed a life of luxury, supported by their seven daughters.
When Song Qingyun finally repented, none of her seven daughters had lived past...
"This child works in the fields with his mother every day. Although he is not very old, he looks capable." Uncle Ma said proudly.
As they were talking, Xia Weian realized something was wrong. Uncle Ma actually wanted to arrange a marriage for their child.
Uncle Ma continued, "Third brother, this little girl will get married sooner or later. Find someone from this village who knows you well. She will also be close to you and can help you if you need anything."
Uncle Ma spoke with great enthusiasm, and before Xia Weian could get angry, Sui Chengxiao quit.
"I say, brother, what era is this? You're still thinking about child marriages. Nowadays, marriage freedom is important, and women hold up half the sky."
"Our Suihe is already very smart. She knows more words than anyone who has graduated from primary school. I'm not exaggerating, but in two years, our Suihe will be able to attend classes with junior high school students. She will definitely not come back to the village to look for me."
"Even the young masters in the capital may not be worthy of our Suihe!" Sui Chengxiao said proudly.
Uncle Ma was not happy about this. "What's the use of being a young master? Labor is the most glorious thing now. Our Huzi is capable, so he is an honorable man and naturally deserves a wife."
"No matter how glorious it is, arranged marriages are not popular nowadays. When the children grow up, if your boy has the guts to stand in front of Suihe, let her choose."
"If I don't have the ability to keep up with her, then we're from two different worlds. It's useless to say anything now. No one can trap my precious apprentice with a marriage contract."
Sui Chengxiao's tone became more and more angry as he spoke, "Stop the car, I don't want to sit here anymore!"