This shabby house has no soundproofing. Last night, Yan Mancang was laughing and cursing, and the three people in the west room were all unable to hear it.

Yan Mancang took two puffs of his cigarette and looked at her. "I was just about to tell you, Fang Ming is back, you should arrange a marriage for him. Take advantage of the time when you are at home to see some couples, it would be best if you can settle it this time."

"This is a good thing. Fang Ming is already grown up and it's time for him to get married. What kind of person does he want?"

After all, the child is not her own and she did not raise him, so she dare not make decisions on her own.

"As long as she's not ugly, works well and is good at giving birth, that's enough. Farmers don't have such high requirements."

Although his son was promoted again, he still held the old idea that a good daughter-in-law who could manage the household frugally and have children is the one who could support the family.

"Fang Ming has made great contributions this time and has been promoted to deputy battalion commander. He can follow the army after getting married and doesn't have to stay at home to take care of the elderly. The most important thing is to have a baby as soon as possible."

Wu Xiaoying nodded with a smile, "Fang Ming is a good and capable kid, don't worry, as long as I spread the word, there will definitely be many people who want to follow him!"

She was not saying this to flatter the father and son. Yan Fangming was definitely the best in their area in terms of appearance, work and family conditions. If she had a daughter, she would definitely want to find a son-in-law like him.

Yan Mancang felt relieved after hearing this, and a smile appeared on his sunburned face. "Once this boy gets married and has a baby, I won't have anything to worry about anymore. I will be doing my best for his mother."

"Okay, after dinner I'll go out and ask around!"

Since she was looking for a partner for her son, she couldn't just listen to her husband. Wu Xiaoying was a thoughtful person, so after dinner she met Yan Fangming alone to ask about his preferences.

"Fang Ming, your father has told me everything. Tell me what kind of person you like and I'll go find out for you."

Yan Fangming knew his father would not just let it go. Thinking that he was indeed old enough to get married, he said frankly, "I actually don't know what kind of person I want to find. Aunt, you decide. Anything is fine."

He himself couldn't say what kind of person he wanted to find. It all depended on feeling. It would be fine if the two of them liked each other. His aunt wouldn't find him a bad one. He would decide when they met.

Wu Xiaoying chuckled, "Kid, okay, I'll just watch and find it, okay?"

Yan Fangming nodded, "Okay."

After talking to him, Wu Xiaoying went to find Xiang Nuan again, "Nuan Nuan, I have something to go out for. If you feel bored, go talk to those female educated youth. Tomorrow you will officially start arranging work, and then you will have fewer free days."

"Aunt, what are you doing? Can I help you?"

Xiang Nuan thought she was going to work, so she wanted to help.

Wu Xiaoying smiled and whispered, "You can't help me with this. Your uncle asked me to find a date for your brother Fang Ming."

Xiang Nuan also laughed when she heard that. "Really? Then I can't help you. Auntie, go ahead and don't worry about me."

"Okay, I'm leaving now."

After Wu Xiaoying left, Xiang Nuan glanced out through the half-open window. Yan Fangming was still swinging an axe to chop wood. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The muscles on the half of his arms exposed were tight and neat, and he looked very strong. Coupled with his handsome and resolute face, Xiang Nuan thought he was a handsome man. It was a pity that there was not much description of him in the book.

Yan Fangming noticed that someone was staring at him, and he looked over and met Xiang Nuan's bright eyes. Xiang Nuan suddenly felt like she was caught peeping, and she dodged to the side with a red face.

Yan Fangming curled his lips into a smile and continued to chop wood.