Qiao Lian'er shrugged: "What man doesn't beat his wife? Would Ding Lao Er be reluctant to use his strength? Maybe the wife in the previous case ran away because she was afraid of him beating her."
Old Mrs. Qiao strained her ears, becoming increasingly alarmed as she listened.
Even though the villagers in the neighboring village were not familiar with each other, they had all met before.
The men in the Qiao family were already considered tall, but Ding Lao Er was half a head taller than the men in the Qiao family, and his body was also much wider.
Can a man like that really get his wife away?
A chill immediately crept up from Old Mrs. Qiao's feet to her head, and her hair seemed to stand on end.
She dared not think about it any further.
At the same time, a surge of anger arose.
Sure enough, that damned matchmaker Liu is trying to push Yunni into a fire pit again.
As a matchmaker, she knew some things in more detail than others, but Liu the matchmaker only said the things that sounded good.
Sure enough, a hint of guilt appeared on Liu the matchmaker's face, and her tone became firmer.
"Nonsense! I've never heard of Ding Lao Er beating his wife. You're just spouting nonsense. You're so young, yet your mind is crooked, and you never say a nice thing. When you grow up, don't expect me to find you a good family."
Qiao Lian'er rolled her eyes at the sky: "Who cares?"
“But Grandma Liu, you said that there are young women who are interested in Ding Lao Er. Don’t you have two granddaughters who are not yet married? Why don’t you let them marry Ding Lao Er?”
She searched her memories and found that the original owner had some knowledge of the surrounding villages.
Moreover, this matchmaker Liu travels around a lot, so many people know about her family situation.
Sure enough, Liu the matchmaker's expression changed upon hearing this.
"You, you, how can you be so vicious? I didn't do anything to you, did I? Why are you picking on an old woman like me and cursing my granddaughter like this?"
She spoke quickly, and only after she finished did she realize something was wrong, so she quickly covered her mouth.
But then they saw Old Man Qiao, his face also grim, rise from the corner of the yard with an axe for chopping wood.
Looking at Old Mrs. Qiao, her face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to rain.
Even Qiao Xi'er, the gentlest member of the Qiao family, pursed her lips tightly and poked the insole with even more force, as if she were holding not an insole, but a person.
Despite the bright sunshine and gentle breeze, Liu the matchmaker felt a chilly wind blowing around her, as if several thick walls were blocking her in, making it hard for her to breathe.
My first thought was to escape from here as soon as possible.
"I, alright, alright. I won't force things that are consensual. A good family like this has other families' daughters who want to marry into it. I came here first to act as a matchmaker for you, and my feet are tired from walking. I haven't even had a sip of tea. If you don't appreciate it, fine. Sigh, you don't know a good heart. Don't regret it later."
He hurriedly left, accidentally kicking over a stool in the yard.
"You kicked my stool," said Old Mrs. Qiao from behind.
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