“That’s right, that’s right, sister, please don’t give us any more money! Ever since you came along, my husband doesn’t have to go to town to carry heavy loads and do hard labor anymore! He can earn money at home! If you give us more money, it will seem like we’re getting on each other’s nerves!” Zhao Erleng’s wife grabbed Jiang Ling’s hand and said sincerely.

Jiang Ling was very grateful for what Zhao Erleng and his wife said. Suddenly, she thought of her fertilizer factory. She moved closer to Zhao Erleng's wife and said, "Sister-in-law, I have some good news, but I'll have to tell you in a few days. Anyway, you'll definitely be happy when it comes!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Erleng's wife quickly covered her mouth and chuckled. She patted Jiang Ling's shoulder and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for your news, sister..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lightning Girl rushed over and placed a pair of silver bracelets in Jiang Ling's hands, saying, "Sister, keep these bracelets. Don't think they're too shabby. Consider them a small gift for your future daughter-in-law!"

Jiang Ling looked down at the two somewhat crudely made silver bracelets, and felt a warmth in her heart!

These past few days, Jiang Ling's courtyard has been bustling with activity, with people coming and going, and the gifts delivered have piled up like a mountain.

Every time Lu Youren passed by Jiang Ling's house, he felt unhappy seeing the mountain of congratulatory gifts. He truly regretted giving Jiang Yaojie to Jiang Ling. If he had stayed, he would probably be the one enjoying the good life today!

However, there's no going back in life. Fortunately, he now has a son, and he can only hope that his youngest son will find a rich family's daughter in the future.

With the help of the villagers, Jiang Ling quickly obtained all the necessary items for the betrothal ceremony.

The next morning, Jiang Ling specially hung the red flowers she had bought the night before on Uncle Lu's oxcart, and headed towards the Shen family with Matchmaker Wu, the village chief and his wife, and the prepared gifts.

Jiang Ling spoke with the Shen family yesterday and said she would come today to formally propose marriage.

So the Shen family started getting busy early in the morning, and Shen Qianhe stood at the entrance of the Shen residence looking around.

Only after seeing the oxcart slowly approaching did Shen Qianhe breathe a sigh of relief and wave to the group of people on it.

When Madam Shen saw the slowly moving oxcart, she couldn't help but spit inwardly. She thought that such a poor family probably wouldn't give her anything good. She might as well marry Wang Xiu and she could make her first fortune.

But the matter had already been exposed, and Shen Qianhe wouldn't let her interfere in that little slut's marriage. Thinking of this, Madam Shen was furious.

She covered her head and pretended to be in great pain, saying weakly to Shen Qianhe, "Master, I'm not feeling well, I'd like to go back first!"

Shen Qianhe was in high spirits and didn't pay attention to Madam Shen's antics. He waved his hand repeatedly and said, "Alright, if you're not feeling well, go back and lie down!"

Her tone was perfunctory and casual. Madam Shen glared at Shen Qianhe, flicked her sleeves, and turned to leave.

"Oh! Mother-in-law, you're here!" Shen Qianhe greeted Jiang Ling warmly as she walked up to her.

Jiang Ling was speechless. The six rites hadn't even been completed yet, and they were already using this term to address her. Jiang Ling nodded awkwardly and then said, "This is Matchmaker Wu, and this is our village chief and his wife. As you know, I don't have any elders here, so I simply brought our village chief and his wife along!"

"No problem, no problem, come on, let's sit inside and talk!" Shen Qianhe warmly invited Jiang Ling and the others to go inside.

"You guys carry the things in from the oxcart!" Shen Qianhe instructed the servant beside him.

Without Madam Shen causing trouble, the betrothal ceremony went very smoothly and happily. Judging from Shen Qianhe's expression, which was almost splitting with rage, it was clear that he was very satisfied with his future son-in-law.

"Tsk, they're just a poor family, they only have so little stuff?" The sharp, shrill voice seemed out of place in this harmonious atmosphere.

Madam Shen rolled her eyes and leaned against the door frame, looking at the four boxes Jiang Ling had taken with disdain.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say you weren't feeling well? If you're not feeling well, go lie down! If you're still not feeling well, call the doctor! Today is the day for collecting vegetables, don't cause me any trouble!"

Upon hearing Madam Shen's words, Shen Qianhe immediately lost face. He strode up to Madam Shen and said fiercely.

"I...I am, after all..."

"What do you mean, 'also'? If you dare ruin today's day, I'll make you regret it!" Shen Qianhe said with a dark face.

Madam Shen wanted to retort, but Shen Qianhe's dark face forcefully suppressed her. She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, and could only pout as she followed Shen Qianhe in.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I'm just a woman and I don't know anything!" Shen Qianhe sat in the chair and scratched her head apologetically.

Jiang Ling finally witnessed Wu's silver tongue. In just half an hour, Wu almost praised Jiang Yaojie as the reincarnation of the God of Literature. If Jiang Ling hadn't stopped her, Wu would probably have continued to talk endlessly.

Shen Qianhe was naturally delighted. He nodded in satisfaction and said to Jiang Ling, "Mother-in-law, I hope you will be more lenient with Cong Xin in the future! I have spoiled this girl of mine since she was little!"

Madam Shen, however, sat there rolling her eyes repeatedly, looking down on Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling wasn't annoyed. She glanced at Matchmaker Wu and said, "Sister Wu, could you please read the dowry list to Master Shen?"

Matchmaker Wu nodded, took out a red paper from her bosom, and began to read it aloud. At first, it was all the usual betrothal gifts, but Madam Shen's disdain deepened as she listened.

Even Jiang Ling could hear Madam Shen muttering derogatory terms like "stingy" and "country bumpkin" under her breath, but the more she heard, the more surprised she became.

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