Chapter 8 There is an old hooligan in the village
"Ah? No... I... this is too fast, I don't know him..."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know him. It's fine on your side. I'll go back and tell them. Meet the boy some other day. Once you meet him, you'll definitely like him." She lowered her voice and whispered in her ear, "If you just look at the person, this boy is better than the son-in-law of Feng Zheng's family in your upper yard."
Feng Mian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What was going on?
"Actually, I think I'm still young, so I'd like to wait a few years before deciding."
"You're not young anymore. You'll never get it again if you miss it. The sooner you speak up, the sooner you can enjoy it. How about this, tomorrow? I'll arrange for you to meet tomorrow, okay?"
What?
"tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow. My girl, dress up nicely and tidy up the house." She looked around and said, "I don't think it needs to be tidied. It's clean and the three thatched houses are bright. I'm sure you'll like it."
"No, aunt..."
"I have something else to do. I have to go to your uncle's house to discuss your cousin's marriage. I'll leave now. You can take your time."
Feng Mian: “…”
The matchmaker's mouth was like a machine gun, all she talked was a barrage of words.
Feng Mian didn't get a chance to say anything several times, and the matter of seeing the person was settled.
Lu Lan from next door also heard it, and as soon as the matchmaker left, she came over.
"I just saw that the matchmaker Xu found a man who is willing to come to your house for you. Is that true?"
This...she didn't know how to start.
Lu Lan said happily: "Oh, it would be great if I could find someone who is willing to come to my house. I'm really worried that after you get married, I won't even have anyone to talk to."
The doctor diagnosed that Lu Lan could not have any more children. She was a sonless woman and a marginal figure in the village.
Feng Mian, an orphan girl, is born with bad luck. She is unlucky in everything and is a marginal figure.
Usually, only they two can talk to each other.
Feng Mian smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know if you like it or not."
Lu Lan smiled and said, "As a live-in son-in-law, don't be picky about his family. Even if the family conditions are good, they can't send their son away. You have to look at the person, can work, honest and hardworking. But the other party may have to pick your family, house, furniture, food and so on. I have two pieces of bacon at home, can I hang them in your kitchen?"
Feng Mian: "What are you doing?"
"Are you stupid? If someone sees you have two pieces of bacon, wouldn't the chances of someone liking you be greater?"
Feng Mian: “…”
"No, I have three thatched houses." She said embarrassedly.
"Yeah, it's mainly about the house."
Lu Lan looked around and said in surprise, "Oh, I was wondering why you have been so diligent recently, weeding and cleaning the house. I guess you are preparing to invite a son-in-law."
Feng Mian: “…”This… is a heavy fog.
…
Feng Mian was in a mixed mood. After dinner, he washed up, put on a facial mask and night cream, then lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Could it be... Could it be... that she really wants to find a live-in son-in-law?
Then how does she check her phone at night?
A night without a cell phone... No...
Feng Mian thought about it over and over again and felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.
I checked the time on my phone and it was already twelve o'clock in the evening. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow morning.
Just then, she heard strange noises coming from the kitchen.
At first she thought she had misheard, but when she listened carefully, it sounded like someone was knocking on her door.
There is a small back door to the kitchen, a shabby wooden door from the countryside with a wooden bolt.
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