I wanted to take back some of my things in the morning, but I didn't expect Gao Han to kill me.
"Comrade Gao, come in."
As soon as the man came in, he put what he had on the table.
As soon as that tall and straight figure came in, the room seemed a little crowded.
The Song family's life was not too difficult. Before, Song Qingdai gave most of the money she earned in the factory to her family.
"Uncle Song, I'm here today to propose to Comrade Song Qingdai. If you have any requirements for marriage, feel free to ask."
Feng Cuifen and Song Yuanshan were both dumbfounded.
But they didn't dare to mention it shamelessly. The Gao family was not easy to mess with, especially Gao Han's mother, who was simply a shrew among shrews.
What they want now is to quickly marry off Song Qingdai, this money-losing girl, so that they can earn some dowry. Gao Han happens to be a peasant, so she can save the dowry.
"Oh, what are you talking about? Now we advocate freedom of love and freedom of marriage. You young people should just talk about your own affairs."
"As for the betrothal gift..." Feng Cuifen's eyes rolled and she said quickly, "When the Zhang family came before, they gave two thousand. You said you two caused this trouble."
"Our Song family still has to pay them back 2,000 yuan as a gift, so no matter what you say, this gift can't be less than Zhang's, right?"
Hearing this, Song Qingdai frowned, knowing that Feng Cuifen wanted to make a fortune from Gao Han.
She quickly winked at Gao Han, telling him not to listen to Feng Cuifen, the crazy woman.
Unexpectedly, the man said directly: "For good luck, three thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight."
"What?"
When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.
Especially Song Mingshan, she was so shocked that her eyes almost popped out.
Three thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight?!
Zhang Shaoxing was the first person in Hongxing Town to be able to offer a dowry of 2,000 yuan.
I didn’t expect Gao Han to ask for three thousand eight hundred!
"Comrade Gao, even if you are bragging, you should at least be careful. Everyone knows that you are just a worker in a brick factory. You don't need to fight for such a boast just for the sake of face!"
After Song Mingshan realized what was going on, she spoke with disdain.
Because in her opinion, Gao Han, as a peasant from Hongxing Town, simply could not afford so much money, and he must have been talking nonsense just to save face.
After all, most men like to swell their faces like this.
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