"Are you serious? Yang Guoqing really won't allow Aunt Wen to lower the price?"
Cheng Maixiang sat in the back seat of Lin Jiayu's 28-inch bicycle and asked in surprise when she heard him talk about his and Yang Guoqing's original plan.
"Yes, originally, if it were up to me, giving the Wu family two hundred yuan would have been too much, but Yang Guoqing insisted on three hundred yuan. He said that even if this was just a play, it was still a betrothal gift to Wu Jiahong. He didn't want her to be too poor, and he wanted her to have dignity in Sanli Village in the future."
"It seems Jiahong has good judgment. This Yang Guoqing is quite reliable. However, I still feel uncomfortable when I think about Wu Jiadong making 300 yuan for nothing by selling his sister."
Humph, Cheng Maixiang felt unhappy whenever she thought about it. This kind of scumbag should be abandoned by everyone and despised by everyone.
"In fact, the day Yang Guoqing first arrived in Linwen County, he talked to me for a long time. He originally wanted to follow our local customs and propose marriage to the Wu family, but I stopped him.
If Fang Chunlan knew that he liked her daughter so much, and that the Yang family was well off, not to mention in Sanlizhai, even in Linwen County, the betrothal gift would be more than three hundred yuan.
Fang Chunlan and Wu Jiadong are bloodsuckers. I'm afraid Wu Jiahong will find it difficult to escape them even after marriage. It's a bottomless pit that can never be filled. So using three hundred yuan to give Wu Jiahong complete freedom and free the Yang family from Fang Chunlan's endless demands and harassment in the future is actually a pretty good deal."
That's true. The Wu family is really weird. The original owner was so blind to fall in love with such a family and even asked to marry them.
"Also, how did you get the Zheng family to cancel the engagement? And you even gave them such a weird excuse? Do the Zheng family really want to give you face?"
It’s just something Cheng Maixiang has always been curious about.
"Except for Zheng Jianxin, everyone else in the Zheng family treated me coldly. I didn't have the face to give them that much. I went to see Director Liu and told him about Wu Jiahong's suicide. Director Liu went to negotiate with the Zheng family privately. They were afraid of losing someone and getting into legal trouble, so they had no choice but to cancel the engagement."
I knew that the Zheng family was not that kind. Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore. Anyway, Wu Jiahong has escaped from the clutches of the devil and is living a new life smoothly.
"By the way, didn't you say you were taking me to an interesting place today? Where is it?"
Today is Sunday. Early in the morning, he appeared at her door on time on his 28-inch bicycle. He told her mysteriously that he would take her to a good place. This successfully aroused her curiosity, and she got on the bicycle without saying a word.
"We're here! Get out of the car."
A small alley less than seven feet wide was lined with stalls on both sides. The stall owners were just sitting there quietly, as if they were just tired and wanted to find a corner in the alley to rest. Occasionally someone would come up to ask a few questions, and then the two sides would conduct a transaction secretly.
It turns out that this is the "black market" of Linwen County.
In fact, no matter what era, this kind of folk commodity trading is inevitable. It’s just that in this era, this normal behavior is defined as speculation. After the reform and opening up, this behavior came out from underground and became a fair market transaction.
At this time, because they will be seized by the public security organs, the mobility of such places is particularly strong, and they will be moved to another place every once in a while. Therefore, if you don’t have someone familiar with them, you probably won’t be able to find such a place even if you search the entire county.
Cheng Maixiang looked at Lin Jiayu beside her curiously. She had a fair and handsome face and a tall and straight figure. After being with her, the vague hostility in him had basically disappeared, and instead he had a more restrained temperament.
At this moment, Cheng Maixiang suddenly had an illusion that Lin Jiayusheng had made a mistake in the era. A hundred years ago, he should have been a prince, and he should have gone to a place of elegance and refinement where scholars and literati gathered, rather than a place like this where peddlers and hawkers lived.
Lin Jiayu was also looking at her.
Today she was wearing the same dress she wore last time when she went to the city, but she tied a light yellow belt around her waist, which made her waist look even slimmer and more graceful. Her almond-shaped eyes were staring at the alley with curiosity, eagerly watching the transactions in the alley.
Sure enough, he was right about her. She didn't have any contempt for this place, only the novelty of coming to a strange place.
"Want to go in and take a look?"
Lin Jiayu smiled.
Cheng Maixiang nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Just kidding, this was something I could only see in history books in my previous life. Now that I have the chance, how can I not experience it in person? That would be a real loss.
Cheng Maixiang followed Lin Jiayu cautiously. Perhaps because Lin Jiayu seldom came to such places, and Cheng Maixiang was a stranger, the small vendors on both sides looked at the two of them warily, fearing that they were undercover police officers who came to confiscate their belongings.
The two walked to the end of the alley and stopped in front of the gate of a small courtyard.
Lin Jiayu knocked on the wooden door three times, one long and two short, and then slammed it hard.
After about half a minute, someone asked through the door: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"I heard that Mr. Li is not in good health, so Xiao Wuer notified me to come and see him."
Xiaowu'er, isn't that Aunt Wen's son? I haven't heard him mention Uncle Li to Lin Jiayu, Cheng Maixiang wondered curiously.
The door was gently opened a crack, revealing half of a young man's face. He looked at the two of them and then asked, "What's your name?"
"Lin Jiayu."
The door finally opened, but it was barely wide enough for one person to get in. Cheng Maixiang followed Lin Jiayu and suddenly remembered the spy drama she had watched in her previous life, where the underground party members exchanged secret codes when meeting.
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