"Logically speaking, the bowls I sold you last time were 200 yuan each. This time I have seven bowls. Let me calculate how much it is." Old Ji started counting on his fingers. He felt his mind was a bit confused and he wasn't sure how to do the math.
“1400 yuan,” Lu Zhixia said.
Old Ji calculated for a while longer and then, after settling the accounts, gave the girl an awkward smile and said...
“That’s right, it’s 1400 yuan! But now that I have Captain Gu’s connection, I’ll give you a discount, 1300 yuan will do! Don’t try to bargain with me, just take it and go. As for how much you can sell it for, that’s none of my business.” After saying that, he looked around. “If we can make a deal, I’ll rebuild the house.”
Lu Zhixia was overjoyed. She brought Gu Lingxiao out partly because he had a car, and partly for safety reasons.
As fate would have it, the bowls are now 100 yuan cheaper.
"make a deal!"
“Okay, then let’s settle on this.” Old Ji said happily, “It was fate that I met you that day. With the money you gave me, I was able to successfully arrange my son’s marriage.”
What does a person want most in life? A wife, kids, and a warm bed!
Lu Zhixia thought about how the last bowl sold for eight thousand yuan, and now she had seven bowls. If she sold them, she could get at least fifty thousand yuan!
Suddenly, a wide road appeared before her. With this money as her backup, she was determined to find her child!
They were chatting idly when they heard a dog barking outside, so they all looked out.
Four people entered, led by a lame old woman with no smile on her face, giving the impression that someone owed her several hundred yuan.
When Ji Xianlin saw his mother-in-law arrive, he immediately put down what he was doing and followed her.
"Auntie, what brings you here?"
Old Mrs. Qiu gave him a cold look. "I'm here to break off the engagement. My daughter can't marry you."
"Why?" Ji Xianlin asked loudly.
Wang Daniu grabbed him, "Why are you asking why? Your family doesn't have any money at all. That 100-plus yuan dowry must have been borrowed, and my sister will definitely have to pay it back!"
Grandma Qiu touched the silver bracelet on her wrist, remembering what the family had said: they would give her 500 yuan as a bride price if she married into the family.
She felt it was a worthwhile deal, as she thought there would be enough dowry for her two sons' weddings.
Although she came today to annul the engagement, she doesn't intend to return the money!
Ji Xianlin could only loudly explain, "That money wasn't borrowed; it was given to me by my father!"
Old Mrs. Qiu curled her lip, "With your dilapidated house, how could you possibly come up with more than 100 yuan? You don't have a job, and you don't own much land. My daughters are practically starving!"
"That money was given to me by my father, it was definitely not borrowed!"
Ji Xianlin saw through Old Lady Qiu's vicious face. Why would Wang Ni, such a good person, have such a mother?
They met in the production team. He liked Wang Ni's straightforwardness and competence. They were young at the time and didn't talk about romantic love.
It wasn't until the last year or two that they finally confessed their feelings: he liked Wang Ni and wanted to marry her!
When he arrived at the door, he was told that he was asked to pay a bride price of 166 yuan, which really worried him.
Later, my father went on a long trip and brought back 200 yuan. He gave 166 yuan of it to my father as a betrothal gift.
He thought the marriage was settled and had been feeling quite smug these past few days, but now the old woman has given him a rude awakening!
He said he didn't understand!
Grandma Qiu was too lazy to argue, so she took her two sons into the house. When she lifted the curtain, she was surprised to find that there were guests, a man and a woman who were quite good-looking.
At first glance, they were clearly not from the nearby villages.
He wondered if Old Ji's family had relatives in the city.
Old Ji's face was cold. He had heard their conversation clearly, and he almost couldn't help but go out and argue with them.
"Haven't we already discussed the bride price? We've given you the money, so why are you calling off the engagement?"
Old Mrs. Qiu plopped down on the kang (a heated brick bed), had her eldest son light a cigarette for her, took a puff, and then said...
"My daughter was with your son for three years. If you don't return the bride price, consider it compensation for the loss of her youth!"
These words were spoken.
Lu Zhixia had learned something new; this lame old lady was really calculating, almost to the point of being stern.
"From what you're saying, the marriage is off, but the money isn't being returned."
"Yes, that's right." Old Mrs. Qiu sized up the girl in front of her. "You don't look like someone from the village. What kind of relative are you? How can a junior interrupt when adults are talking? Didn't your parents teach you that?"
That's a tough one. Lu Zhixia sneered and said, "Whether I'm a relative or not is not important. What's important is that we should reason with each other. Unlike you, who are old but can't keep your mouth shut and are unreasonable. Aren't you afraid of the wind blowing outside and making your tongue fall?"
"You!" Old Mrs. Qiu was furious. This little girl had a sharp tongue; no matter how many sentences she said, she would reply with the same number of sentences.
When Old Man Ji saw his son walk in dejectedly like a lost dog, his attitude hardened.
"What Comrade Lu said is exactly what I wanted to say, Qiu the Cripple! I'll just take what you said earlier as bullshit. The marriages for the two kids are already arranged, and both children are satisfied. What are you trying to do to cause trouble?"
Old Mrs. Qiu angrily threw the cigarette in her hand to the ground. "Why should I make a fuss? Of course I'm doing this for my daughter's own good. Your family is so poor, and the roof leaks when it rains in the summer. Why should my daughter marry into this family and live a miserable life with you?"
Ji Xianlin looked at the old woman spouting lies before him, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes. As a son, he shouldn't let his father suffer such humiliation; otherwise, he would be unworthy of being a son!
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