Qiao Lian'er drove the carriage to West Street, where the kimchi had just sold out, and Da Yong was helping to pack up the stall.
“My father and I will come to your Lingjia Village in a few days,” Dayong said.
Knowing that the engagement date had arrived, the mother and daughter worked in the fields for a while, and Ling Laosan couldn't wait to tell the villagers about his engagement to the Qiao family of Datian Village.
Ling Laosan's actions were meant to tell the Shi family, and those villagers who mocked them because of the Shi family's situation, that Ling Yin had a good arrangement; her husband's family was well-off, and she ate meat every meal.
"I'm afraid we'll need to let you know the exact date in advance," said Madam Qiu. "So that our family can make arrangements for the reception."
"Yes, I'll come here to tell you."
"We've sold almost two taels today," Qiu Shi said, wrapping up the loose silver and copper coins with a look of satisfaction on her face.
Now that the family's situation is improving, we can prepare a more generous dowry for Yin Yatou.
Three silver coins were also prepared, and it was uncertain whether the Qiao family would agree to it; this was a token of her mother's affection.
When Qiao Lian'er drove the carriage and took the mother and daughter to the entrance of Lingjia Village, the sun had just slid down the western mountains, and the orange glow of the sunset draped a thin veil over the world.
After the autumn harvest, the fields were empty, with only piles of haystacks. Smoke rose from the chimneys of each household, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.
On a field at the entrance of the village, some villagers sat chatting after their meal.
Qiao Lian'er discovered that, whether in ancient times or in modern rural areas, villagers like to sit at the village entrance and gossip.
She stopped the carriage; the road into the village was too narrow for the carriage to pass, otherwise she would have taken the person to the door.
"I'll take it back to you," Da Yong said.
The jars were held in nets, which he picked up with one hand and carried the stall on his other shoulder.
"Look everyone, could this be Ling Laosan's son-in-law?"
"Wow, he's tall and handsome, exuding masculinity."
The villagers' eyes lit up.
"Look at this Akhal-Teke horse, look at this big carriage, and the clothes these brother and sister are wearing are so new, made of such good material, without a single patch. My goodness, they're going to marry into a rich family!"
"Ling Laosan was right, she really is going to marry someone who eats meat every day."
"We were saying this girl was unlucky, but it turns out she's about to have great fortune, she just has to overcome one hurdle." The villagers were all filled with envy.
A person stumbled towards them, drooling, and stared blankly at Ling Yin.
"Hey, Yin, you're back."
"When will you become my wife and give me a baby? No, I want ten or eight."
"Before having the baby, hehe, hehe."
The villagers immediately adopted a look of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.
They initially thought Ling Laosan was exaggerating, but seeing that the Qiao family's conditions were truly so good, it was impossible for them not to feel jealous and resentful.
Now that someone is causing trouble, they are actually quite happy about it.
Upon seeing Shi Zhenxiang, Lingyin frowned in disgust.
They would harass them from time to time in front of their house, and they wouldn't give up no matter how many times they were chased away.
Da Yong put down what he was holding and rolled up his sleeves.
He delivered a powerful punch to Shi Zhenxiang's shoehorn-shaped face.
Blood gushed out and splattered into the air.
Shi Zhenxiang's already crooked face looked even more crooked.
The light in his eyes quickly faded, and he fell straight backward.
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