Chapter 78 Selling Daughter for Money
Liu Youquan frowned and looked at the sharp-eyed and sharp-tongued Li Caiyun. He opened his mouth and realized that his behavior was very impolite.
Li Caiyun rolled her eyes at Liu Youquan and stood behind Zhou Yong without saying anything.
Zhou Yong turned his head to look at his young wife and tried to hold back his laughter. Liu Youquan said, "Even if you say anything, I will not let my daughter marry a disabled person..."
Disabled person?
Zhou Yong stared into Liu Youquan's eyes and said word by word: "Ma San's disability is an unchangeable fact, but this does not mean that he is incapable of supporting his family..."
As soon as he said this, he was interrupted by Liu Youquan again.
"How can a disabled person support his family? He can't do any physical work. Can he expect his parents to support him?"
Zhou Yong said patiently: "Uncle Liu, you don't have to do manual labor to support your family. Ma San can go to work. As long as he has a stable income, why can't he support his family?"
work?
Given Ma San’s current situation, he can’t even support himself, so how can he talk about working?
Liu Youquan curled his lips and said, "Come on, forget it. What if you thought he had all his limbs intact? As for Ma San now, it's good enough that he doesn't starve to death. Why does he still want to go to work? Who wants a disabled person..."
Zhou Yong originally wanted to talk things over with Liu Youquan, but he got angry when he saw this.
"I can tell you clearly that even if Ma San loses a leg, he will still have a job."
Liu Youquan raised his eyebrows. He glanced at Zhou Yong, who had no expression on his face, and said with disdain, "What a big tone! Who do you think you are? Young man, don't be so arrogant when you speak."
Li Caiyun couldn't stand it any longer. She wouldn't tolerate others bullying her man like this.
"Who is he? He is the leader of the Huaixi Village production team. Do you think he is incapable of arranging a job for Ma San? You are really looking down on people. You look down on people through the cracks in the door..."
Liu Youquan was shocked. Zhou Yong looked at Li Caiyun, who looked angry and unfair, and gave his young wife a thumbs up in his heart.
Look how powerful this daughter-in-law is. Her little mouth is like a machine gun. She shocked Liu Youquan with just a few words.
Liu Dazhuang looked at Li Caiyun with an extremely unfamiliar look and thought: She is usually a gentle person, but I didn't expect her to have such a fierce temper.
Liu Youquan came back to his senses and looked at Zhou Yong: "Are you the leader of the Huaixi Village Production Team? Why don't you look like one?"
Zhou Yong was only twenty-three years old, too young. Anyone who could become the team leader of a production team had to be at least over forty years old.
Liu Dazhuang said with a fake smile: "If you don't believe me, you can go to the village and ask around."
It was Cao Biao who told the hospital about Zhou Yong's appointment as the team leader of the Huaixi Village Production Team.
At that time, Liu Dazhuang was stunned with shock, and so was Xing Laoqi.
After all, Zhou Yong was too young, and in their opinion this matter was a bit far-fetched.
The fact is that Secretary Zhang personally appointed Zhou Yong as the team leader of the Huaixi Village Production Team. Anyone who is dissatisfied can go to Secretary Zhang to argue.
Liu Youquan couldn't help but look at his companion. The two exchanged glances and knew that no one would dare to joke about such a thing. Then he said, "Even so, I don't want to marry my daughter to Ma San."
Not willing?
When Liu Dazhuang heard this, he muttered to himself: "If you don't want to, forget it. Even if my brother doesn't marry your daughter, he won't be a bachelor."
As long as they are around, they will never let Ma San sleep on a cold kang.
Zhou Yong narrowed his eyes, too lazy to argue with Liu Youquan, and said directly: "On the basis of the original betrothal gift, we will add another 30 yuan of betrothal gift. What do you think?"
Liu Youquan fell into deep thought. Liu Dazhuang glanced at Zhou Yong and swallowed the words back.
"Even if Ma San has a job, who can guarantee that he can keep the job for long? If he loses his job, what will happen to my daughter? So let's do this, add another 60 yuan to the betrothal gift..."
Liu Youquan had no money to return the betrothal gift from the Ma family. Rather than letting his daughter marry Ma Youcai's youngest son and become a joke, it would be better for her to marry Ma San.
Liu Dazhuang felt that Liu Youquan was a little greedy. The betrothal gift for Ma San's engagement with the Liu family was only 60 yuan, and with another 60 yuan, including bedding and other items, the total gift money was 120 yuan.
Zhou Yong's eyes drooped and his mouth was straight. Li Caiyun looked angry: "Are you marrying your daughter or selling her?"
Liu Youquan said confidently: "I am doing this for my daughter's good. With this money, if Ma San loses his job, my daughter will not starve to death."
Expecting to survive by relying on 60 yuan, is that a joke?
It was obvious that Liu Youquan had his own plans, and Zhou Yong did not expose his thoughts.
"I promise you, they will get married after Ma San is discharged from the hospital in a few days..."
marry?
Liu Youquan rubbed his eyes, his eyeballs rolling around. Zhou Yong knew that he was a playboy, so he added: "If you don't want to, then forget it. With so much gift money, Ma San still can't get a wife..."
Liu Dazhuang agreed: "That's right, such a high gift money is enough to marry two wives..."
After listening to their words, Liu Youquan pursed his lips. He ignored Liu Dazhuang, who had a low sense of presence, and said to Zhou Yong: "Can you make the decision on this matter?"
Zhou Yong nodded: "I can make the decision."
Liu Youquan looked at him and said, "Then let me tell you, on the day my daughter gets married, you have to pay the betrothal money. Otherwise, my daughter won't marry me..."
Zhou Yong looked at Liu Youquan, who only cared about money and not people, and couldn't help but think of his own experience.
What is the difference between Liu Youquan and Cui Shufen?
One sold his son for money, the other sold his daughter for money.
Zhou Yong's eyes were full of sarcasm as he chatted with Liu Youquan about the details of the wedding. When the sun set, the two of them set out on their journey home.
Liu Dazhuang looked at their receding backs and said, "Zhou Yong, don't you think Liu Youquan is being too much?"
Zhou Yong sighed: "No matter whose daughter Ma San marries, he has to pay a high price for the betrothal gift."
They are not the ones who value money. Even if you give a large gift money, they will not agree to marry their daughter to a disabled person.
Liu Dazhuang shut up, raised his hand to scratch his head, and then muttered, "You're right."
Li Caiyun glanced at them and said, "It's getting late, let's go back!"
Zhou Yong and Liu Dazhuang were talking as they walked towards the village. They parted ways at a three-way intersection.
Li Caiyun followed behind Zhou Yong and couldn't hold back what was in her mind after all: "Zhou Yong, this matter hasn't been approved by Ma San yet, can you just make the decision for the boss privately?"
Zhou Yong paused, and Li Caiyun slowly came up to him.
"Ma San will only be grateful to me, he won't blame me."
Li Caiyun looked at Zhou Yong who was so confident, but she was still a little worried: "That's true. I also know that you are doing this for Ma San's sake, but you have to know that you are just friends."
Zhou Yong was of course aware of this. She pinched Li Caiyun's cheek and said, "Now that Ma San has a family, there will be someone to take care of his daily life, so that everyone won't have to worry about him."
Li Caiyun sighed: "I can't argue with you, but you did this a little rashly."
Normally, this matter should be handled by Ma San.
But he is now recuperating in the county hospital, and the incident at the Liu family happened so suddenly that they didn't have any time to discuss.
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