Miss Liu is ambitious but incompetent, but her parents don't think so. They privately told the matchmaker that they had to marry her off quickly, otherwise their family would be gossiped about.
When the time comes, present the conditions of several men to her. If her parents take a liking to them, Miss Liu will have no choice but to agree.
The blacksmith shop was packed with people, mostly young women, all crowding into the small shop.
There were also some older men craning their necks to look inside.
The matchmaker had a hard time finding a place to stand; she finally managed to squeeze to the front.
Then I saw a shirtless man with a colorful satin brocade tassel on his forehead. He had sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and his handsome face was covered with beads of sweat.
He held a piece of iron with pliers in one hand and a hammer in the other, hammering the red-hot iron again and again with a clanging sound.
Amidst the flying sparks, the man's exposed upper body was strong and muscular.
The matchmaker noticed that all the young women were staring at his upper body, their faces flushed and their eyes filled with desire.
The matchmaker was right; both men were indeed very handsome.
The matchmaker took a liking to this man at first sight.
So what if she has a child? When the time comes, she'll marry into the Liu family and win over Miss Liu, who's obsessed with looks. I guarantee that old maid will be all lovey-dovey.
The matchmaker inquired around about the owner of the blacksmith shop and learned that he was a cheerful and enthusiastic man who often helped his neighbors.
He was skilled, and not only the locals but also the wealthy and powerful families on East Street frequently sought him out to make blackware. His business was booming every day.
Having strengths and not being poor also met Miss Liu's requirements.
The matchmaker went home overjoyed, practically able to see the remaining reward money flying into her pocket.
In the residential alleys of West Street.
Yi Mu closed the door, led the little boy into the house, took out some liniment, and applied it to the boy.
The boy stood close to him, not daring to breathe loudly. He held his breath for a while, then let out a soft gasp, his attitude extremely cautious.
Yi Mu knew he was uneasy, so he didn't say anything and first applied medicine to the scratches on the boy's forehead and neck.
After the medicine was applied, he put down the bottle and asked the boy.
Who hit you?
The boy looked down at his feet, not daring to speak.
Yi Mu had plenty of patience to wait it out with him, watching him without moving.
The boy waited for a long time, thinking he had passed the test, but when he looked up, he found Yi Mu staring at him coldly.
He was like a frog being stared at by a snake, too afraid to move, his body frozen in place.
For a moment, the boy remembered three months ago, when this man, wielding a strangely shaped sword, killed hundreds of people all by himself.
Almost everyone in the town was dead, except for the children who were still immature and confused, and the infants in their swaddling clothes.
Looking at the fear in the child's eyes, Yi Mu sighed.
His expression softened slightly, the ice melted, and although it wasn't springtime, it wasn't so frightening after all.
"Ziruo, I just want to ask you, who bullied you?"
Zi Ruo dared not speak up, fearing that he would kill the classmates who bullied him.
Those who ostracized him were certainly despicable, but they did not deserve to die.
This person is eccentric and, to put it bluntly, inhuman.
I'm afraid to say it, but the classmate who was so lively and energetic yesterday will be a cold corpse tomorrow.
After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, Yi Mu got up and went back to his room.
Ziruo knew she had escaped a bit, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Compared to his classmates who threw stones at him and poured ink on his textbooks, Ziruo was more afraid of the man who adopted him.
Why is he so different from Shao Shao's father next door?
How he wished that Yi Mu could be like Shao Shao's father, carrying him to the street to buy candied hawthorns and picking up two ounces of pork from the butcher shop.
When I get home, I'll cook a delicious braised pork dish and tie myself to a small swing in the yard.
Instead of picking him up from school with a cold face every day, which would make his classmates laugh at his father for being an icy weirdo.
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