Lin Qinghuan transmigrated into the body of a pitiable girl who was not doted on by her father, disliked by her mother, detested by her brother, and schemed against by her sister. Facing unfair tre...
As soon as Lin Feng stepped into the courtyard, he saw Lin Dafeng standing there, looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes and a hint of tears in them. A faint bitterness and guilt welled up in his heart. Dafeng must have been waiting for him all along, thinking that he was not going to come and propose marriage!
The matchmaker and Lin Feng walked at the front, followed by Lin Qinghuan and Lin Qing carrying things. Lin's father and mother walked slowly at the back with mixed feelings.
Lin Fusheng and Lin Zeng, all smiles, led the way in welcoming Lin Feng and the others into the house, as if the previous quarrels and irreconcilable conflicts had never happened.
The things in Lin Qinghuan and Lin Qing's hands were taken by Li Lan and Lin Dafeng's aunt Liu Mei and placed on the table. They were then warmly invited to sit down.
Lin Qinghuan watched as her parents forced smiles and exchanged pleasantries with Lin Fusheng and the others, and she felt exhausted just looking at them.
Lin Qinghuan glanced at Lin Yu sitting in the corner of the main room, head down and silent. Her eyes flashed. Lin Yu knew he wasn't popular, so he didn't try to get close to him. He was quite sensible. It seemed this marriage was better than she had imagined.
As Lin's father and Lin Fusheng chatted, the topic turned to betrothal gifts. Lin Fusheng asked, "Second son Lin, how much do you think is appropriate for betrothal gifts?"
Lin's father said confidently, "The bride price is usually 120 yuan nowadays. I will also give 120 yuan, plus 50 jin of meat, two chickens, a double bed, a table, two chairs, a sofa, a wardrobe, a sewing machine, and three sets of clothes, five bolts of cloth, and a pair of leather shoes for Dafeng."
As he spoke, Lin's father looked at Lin Fusheng and asked, "Is this enough for you?"
"That's enough, that's enough," Lin Fusheng said with satisfaction.
Lin Chong had been standing to the side listening, and then suddenly spoke up: "Could you buy my sister another watch?"
Lin's father looked at Lin Chong with dissatisfaction in his eyes. He had already given Lin Chong much more than the villagers had, but Lin Dafeng's family was still not satisfied.
Li Lan tugged at Lin Chong and hurriedly said, "The child is ignorant and talking nonsense. Please don't mind, in-laws."
Lin Chong said unhappily, "I see that other people have watches when they get married, why doesn't my sister have one?"
Lin's mother looked at Lin Chong and said, "It's not impossible for you to have a watch, but if you have the watch, you won't have the sewing machine."
"We need a sewing machine. A sewing machine can mend and repair things; it's practical. A watch is only good for telling time, so it's not very useful," Li Lan said hurriedly.
Lin's mother's expression softened slightly; at least one member of this family knew what was good for them.
Lin Chong lowered his head unhappily. He just wanted his elder sister to get married in a grand manner, to show those who looked down on her that she could also marry into a good family, and to give those people a good slap in the face.
Lin's mother is unwilling to buy a watch; does she look down on her eldest sister?
Lin Qinghuan frowned slightly as she looked at the sullen Lin Chong, then turned to Lin Qing beside her and asked, "Do people get watches when they get married?"
“People from ordinary families don’t even have watches when they get married, but those who are slightly better off will have one,” Lin Qing said.
"Do you think our family should give them a watch?" Lin Qinghuan asked.
“When I divided the family property, I didn’t get a single penny, and I didn’t have any money on me. I can’t help you. Lin Feng doesn’t have any money either. It depends on whether Dad and Mom are willing to give it to him,” Lin Qing said in a low voice.
Lin Qing is right. Lin's father has money now and doesn't care about the cost of a watch. However, Lin's father is not very satisfied with this marriage and probably won't be willing to buy a watch for Lin Dafeng. As for Lin's grandfather, he will probably give Lin Feng a big gift.
“You already have one house, so I reckon Grandpa might give your second brother one,” Lin Qinghuan said.
"Probably." Lin Qing nodded and smiled.
Lin Wei saw Lin Qinghuan and Lin Qing whispering to each other, not knowing what they were talking about. But seeing Lin Qinghuan wearing leather boots and a wool coat, looking like a rich young lady, and then looking at Lin Dafeng, whose clothes were washed out, whose face had scars, and whose skin was sallow, and Lin Piaoxue was so powerful, Lin Wei was a little worried that Lin Dafeng might be bullied if she married Lin Feng.
Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Lin Dafeng pulled her mother and aunt to the kitchen to cook.
Lin's mother and Lin Qinghuan went out into the yard for some fresh air. Lin's mother looked at Lin Dafeng's thatched house, and the furniture inside was also very old. She frowned and said, "The Lin family will definitely not let Lin Dafeng take the bride price away. They will definitely keep the bride price."
"We're not short of a hundred yuan at home, so if we don't want to bring it, we don't have to!" Lin Qinghuan said nonchalantly.
Seeing Lin Qinghuan's arrogant and wealthy demeanor, Lin's mother rolled her eyes at her, "Generous despite being poor!"
"Lin Dafeng's younger brother is young, and her mother is frail. Leaving the bride price is a way of showing filial piety. If you have a filial daughter-in-law, she won't despise you when you get old and can't move. You should be more open-minded and not get stuck on things, lest you hurt the harmony and cause your future grandson to ignore you and not call you grandma," Lin Qinghuan advised.
“She dares to prevent my grandson from acknowledging me,” Lin’s mother said stubbornly.
"She really dares to do that," Lin Qinghuan retorted.
Lin's mother suffered a heart attack after being teased by Lin Qinghuan, and could only sulk in silence.
Lin Qinghuan wasn't going to try to appease her mother. Let her be angry, she wasn't going to die from it.