Chapter 90 The Pig Killer and Her Husband, a Pretty Boy
"Love...love letter?" Jiang Tang couldn't hide her surprise in her beautiful eyes.
A dark blush of embarrassment flashed across Chen Taohua's face, but under Jiang Tang's bright gaze, she held her head high and chest out, looking very calm and composed, trying her best not to show any embarrassment.
She raised her chin and said in a proud tone, "Why? Can't I have someone I like?"
"Of course." Jiang Tang was afraid that Chen Taohua would misunderstand, so he quickly explained, "Everyone has the right to like someone. And I think that a man like you, Taohua, must be very lucky. He must be an outstanding person to deserve your love."
Jiang Tang silently added in his heart that he was much luckier than Fu Sinian who was favored by Ye Yunshu.
Because Chen Taohua has a straightforward personality, if she likes something, she likes it, and if she doesn't like something, she doesn't like it. She will never be scheming or calculating.
When Chen Taohua heard Jiang Tang praising the man she liked, she couldn't help but smile happily.
She said firmly, "Of course. The man I, Chen Taohua, would like must be outstanding. If he's not good, he's not worth my second glance. If you've met him, you'll definitely think he's a very good person. How do you put it? Outstanding! The most outstanding man!"
"So you want to write him a love letter?"
"Yeah, several of the female educated youth in our village have written love letters to him. I'm afraid if I don't write to him, he'll be snatched away by someone else." Chen Taohua muttered softly, "If I knew so many women liked him, I would have taken the initiative and snatched him from my house and put him on the kang."
Jiang Tang listened with great interest at first, but as he listened...hearing Chen Taohua's last sentence and looking at Chen Taohua's clenched palms, he almost burst out laughing.
"Taohua, kidnapping is illegal, let's write a love letter first."
"Yeah, I think so too. If they can write love letters, then I can too." Chen Taohua said it firmly, but she was a little discouraged in her heart.
The reason was simple: she only went to primary school. She could write and read, but her handwriting was really ugly.
According to her father, the handwriting of her piglets is more beautiful than her handwriting.
and--
"I heard the love letters those educated youth wrote were all about flowers, wind, and moon, with four-character idioms and five- and seven-character poems. They were all so flowery and sour, it was impossible to understand them. I want something like that! Please write it for me!"
Chen Taohua felt disgusted but also longed for it, wanting to write love words as sour and cultured as those of the female educated youth.
This was not difficult for Jiang Tang, because the original owner was a love-brained person. When she was cheated by a scumbag, she had received too many sour love letters like this. She could write several of them even with her eyes closed.
But Jiang Tang did not agree immediately.
Chen Taohua waited for a long time, but Jiang Tang didn't say anything. She looked at him puzzledly and asked.
"What's wrong? You can't write it? Is it too difficult?"
"It's not difficult. I can write anything from ancient Chinese poetry to foreign poetry." Jiang Tang asked, "Taohua, what kind of man do you like?"
"What is he like..." Chen Taohua frowned and thought hard.
She looked at Jiang Tang's face and thought for a long time before she uttered two words, "Beautiful."
Jiang Tang was stunned. "Huh?"
At first she thought she had misheard, but Chen Taohua repeated it in a serious tone.
"He's beautiful, as beautiful as you."
Jiang Tang was surprised. He didn't realize that Chen Taohua was also obsessed with looks.
She thought Chen Taohua fell in love with a fair and tender pretty boy, just like the scumbag who deceived the original owner.
However, Chen Taohua's strength is completely different from the original owner's fragility, so Jiang Tang is not worried that Chen Taohua will suffer a loss in this matter.
She asked for some more details, including asking.
"You said many female educated youth sent him love letters. Did he accept them all?"
"Of course not." Chen Taohua said proudly, "I helped him return them all."
It was a coincidence that when those female educated youth were quietly sending love letters to men, they happened to be caught by Chen Taohua.
The man that Chen Taohua fell in love with was like a piglet that she raised with her own hands. How could she give him to someone else? She stood up and returned the love letter to its original owner without saying a word.
Jiang Tang was amazed when he heard this.
It’s really wonderful!
The butcher girl and her pretty husband, she had never seen such a pairing in novels.
Jiang Tang continued to ask, "Taohua, you mean that you rejected all the love letters from the female educated youth in front of the man. Did he get angry?"
"Of course not." Chen Taohua didn't realize the key point of Jiang Tang's question and just answered truthfully, "He said he didn't like the letters and it was just right to return them. Why are you angry?"
Jiang Tang listened carefully and realized that this man rejected the female educated youth's love letter and was not angry about Chen Taohua's rude behavior. It seemed that Chen Taohua was not being too enthusiastic.
Who knows, the other person might be interested too.
"Peach Blossoms..." Jiang Tang's love class began. "You said he didn't like the love letters from the educated youth women and wouldn't even look at them. Is it possible that he doesn't like sour poems? Or words with four, five, or seven characters?"
Chen Taohua frowned. This was an angle she had never thought of.
Doesn't he... like it?
Chen Taohua said in confusion, "But he has read a lot of books, many, many books, and he is very good at it. The village chief said so."
"Yes, he has read so many books. No matter how well we write, we can't write better than him. Don't you think so?" Jiang Tang reminded again.
Chen Taohua frowned and fell into complicated thought. She felt that what Jiang Tang said made sense.
But what else can I write if not sour poems?
Chen Taohua could only helplessly ask Jiang Tang for help, "Then how do I write my love letter?"
"I think the most valuable thing about a relationship between two people is sincerity. Instead of writing poems that neither you nor he likes, it's better to write something that's really in your heart."
"My...truth?"
"Well, since you like him, you must have a lot to say to him. You can write it in a letter and tell him."
Chen Taohua was even more worried now. "But I've already told him what's in my heart."
She is a person who says whatever she thinks, so there is nothing in her heart that she has not said.
Now, even Jiang Tang was in trouble.
Chen Taohua held her chin and thought hard, and finally she thought of a sentence.
She said loudly, "I thought of it, so I wrote: [You come to my house as a son-in-law, I will support you and give you pork every meal.]"
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