Xiaoyu has a younger brother who is ten years old this year. He is not yet able to support the family and can barely make ends meet. Xiaoyu will definitely need to help him a lot when he gets married, mainly by helping with the farm work. As the older sister, she also needs to make an effort when her brother gets married. This needs to be agreed upon beforehand, so that the groom's family doesn't find fault with it and starts making all sorts of fuss.

“My family is the same. Although my eldest sister is already twelve years old and my cousin is eleven, they are still young. In addition, there is a nine-year-old sister. There are many people in the family, and there is even more work to do. Even if I get married, I will definitely have to take care of them. Miss Song, you should tell the matchmaker the truth and ask her to pass on the message. If the man cannot accept it, then the marriage is off.”

Everyone in the village knows about their family situation. If a matchmaker came to their door, they must have been prepared. But it's always better to be clear about things.

"Okay, I'll be frank with him tomorrow and see what he says." After chatting for a while longer, seeing that there was nothing else to discuss, Song Zhuiyan left.

On her way back, she ran into Shui Sheng and Mu Sheng. The two greeted her and then passed by. Not far away, Song Zhuiyan stopped and looked back. She found that the two were tall and strong, no longer the eleven or twelve-year-old boys in the dilapidated temple. They were now young men.

So he stopped them, "Shuisheng, Musheng, wait a moment, I have something to ask you."

"What is it, Miss Song? Please ask." The two turned around, and Shui Sheng looked at her as he answered.

How old are you this year?

Shui Sheng: "I'm sixteen this year."

Mu Sheng: "I'm seventeen."

You're so old already, aren't you at the age to get married?

"Have you thought about getting married?" Song Zhuiyan asked tentatively.

The two men were stunned for a moment, then their faces turned red. After stammering for a while, they finally said, "We don't have any elders in our family, and we brothers didn't think of this for a moment." The main reason was that there weren't many young women of marriageable age in the village, and besides, their family was extremely poor, so the girls might not be willing to marry into their family.

"If someone were to arrange a marriage for you, would you want to get married?" Oh dear, that's the downside of living in the mountains. Young men and women grow up and it's hard to find partners. Even if you're not picky, no one will choose for you.

"...I...I want to master my medical skills before we talk about marriage," Shui Sheng said, scratching his head shyly.

"I... I don't know where to look," Mu Sheng said more honestly. Perhaps because he was a year older than Shui Sheng, he thought he should get married first before his younger brother could consider getting married.

We're desperately looking for something but have nowhere to go. The problem is serious; we need to think of a solution.

After sending the two away, Song Zhuiyan soon encountered Azhu again. He was carrying a basket on his back and had just returned from picking herbs on the mountain. Song Zhuiyan called him back again.

"Ah Zhu, you seem to be fifteen this year, right?"

"Yes, I'll be fifteen in April." Ah Zhu smiled shyly.

"We can say we're getting married now," Song Zhuiyan said with great emotion.

"I don't want to get married so early. Let's talk about it in a few years." He really hadn't thought about marriage. He was focused on learning medicine. In the past few years, his medical skills had improved more and more. He could recognize almost all the herbs. He started learning how to make medicine a year ago. He was a promising talent.

For the past two years, he and Shuisheng have been responsible for treating patients and dispensing medicine for the villagers, making them proper little doctors.

Upon arriving home, Song Zhuiyan fell into deep thought, not even noticing that Song Tantan had returned from outside. Song Tantan waved his hand in front of her, but she didn't react.

"Auntie, what are you thinking about? You're so engrossed in your thoughts, I've called you several times and you still can't hear me."

Song Zhuiyan suddenly snapped out of her daze, waved away her mischievous chubby hand, glared at her, and then said quietly, "A few years will pass in the blink of an eye. In a few more years you will be around ten years old, which is the age when you can ask for a marriage proposal in ancient times."

"I don't want to be engaged so early. I should wait until I'm at least eighteen. It's still a long way off. Why are you worrying about this?" Song Tantan couldn't believe it. Her aunt hadn't even gotten married yet, and she was already thinking about her marriage.

“You can wait, but others can’t,” Song Zhuiyan said, resting her chin on her hand with some worry. After thinking for a moment, she immediately came to terms with it. “That’s right, it’s other people’s business. Why should I worry? It’s none of my business. Let them get married or not.”

It's all because the matchmaker suddenly approached her today, causing her to subconsciously worry about other marriages. But upon closer reflection, she realized she wasn't a matchmaker, and whether the young men and women in the village had partners or not was none of her business. She must have lost her mind to think about it for so long.

"Go feed the pigs, mind your own business, and relax," she said, standing up and doing a few chest-expanding exercises before heading towards the stone house, where the pigs were kept.

Honestly, the air is definitely fresher if the pigsty is farther away from home. No matter how often you wash the pigsty, it still smells a bit, and it's not very pleasant.

The next day, when the matchmaker came again, Song Zhuiyan directly told Xiaoyu and Xiaomei what they wanted to say: "...Go back and ask them what they think. If they agree to the marriage, then it's settled. If they don't agree, then forget it and don't come looking for me again. That's the condition, no discussion."

"We're all from the same village, how could we not know the girl's family situation? They certainly won't refuse. I'll go back and talk to them, and then we'll pick a day to go and finalize the marriage." The matchmaker was all smiles, certain that these two marriages would work out.

"And please pass on a message: Xiaoyu and Xiaomei are girls I've watched grow up. I hope they live well. If they really marry into the family, and their younger siblings need help or their families require assistance, their in-laws cannot refuse or obstruct them. If I find out they break their promises, don't blame me for meddling." She didn't want to meddle, but in the end, she still felt the pressure. Sigh, it's all the matchmaker's fault for coming to her first, making her feel an extra sense of responsibility.

"No way, the Lin family are all reasonable people, and the parents of Lin Fatian and Lin Fagui are also sensible people. They will definitely keep their promises. I've known them for decades and I know their character." The matchmaker assured her repeatedly, almost dragging Song Zhuiyan to Lin Fatian and Lin Fagui's house for a face-to-face confrontation.

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