The houses in the village are built with walls next to each other and courtyards facing each other. No matter what happens in any family, it will definitely not escape the eyes of nosy women.
Yun Qiao came yesterday, and today someone came to Zhang Lanzhen's house to inquire about the situation.
There was a guy in Dayang Village nicknamed Sanwai. He was a bad boy when he was young, so he got such a bad nickname. When he was young, he almost couldn't find a wife. His mother asked many people and found him a widow with children.
At that time, no one was optimistic about his family, thinking that the widow was too cunning and might run away with someone one day. But many years passed, and not only did the widow not run away, she also gave Sanwai a chubby son.
After having a son, Sanwai was willing to find some proper work to do, and the family lived a decent life. The widow was a hot-tempered woman, probably because her husband had died. If she wasn't so hot-tempered, the widow and her son would have been bullied to death.
Sanwai's wife is not a bad person, she just likes to join in the fun. She is always there when something happens in someone's family. She didn't know where she got the news from, but she learned that Yunqiao had been sitting in Yang Anjin's house for a long time yesterday.
What could happen when the matchmaker went to the house? Both of Zhang Lanzhen's children were not married yet. The eldest son was being pestered by Wang Dujuan's daughter, and the younger son had just rejected one two days ago. No matter who Yun Qiaolai was matchmaking for, the women in the village would talk about it for a long time after it was made public. How could Sanwai's wife miss this opportunity?
Yang Donghu got up in the morning and had breakfast without wasting a moment. It would be better to speak up early to avoid any trouble.
Zhang Lanzhen hadn't seen Yang Donghu for a long time. Even though she had heard Yang Anjin and Yun Qiao talk about how good the Zhao family was to him, she was still shocked when they actually met.
Yang Donghu seemed like a different person from the inside out. It was possible that the Zhao family dressed him better to fool people and shut them up. Zhang Lanzhen was shocked by Yang Donghu's behavior. If he was not treated sincerely, how could he be so generous now?
Yang Donghu dressed up specially today and asked Zhao Fangchu to comb his hair into a nice bun. He also pinned the silver orchid hairpin given by Zhao Luochuan on his head. This was all for Zhang Lanzhen to see how much he had changed. Without him saying anything, Zhang Lanzhen would be able to notice it herself and would have a better impression of the Zhao family.
Since we are old acquaintances, we should at least exchange a few pleasantries. How can we just get straight to the point without saying a word? It would be so rude if it were spread out to others.
Yang Anjin knew why Yang Donghu came today, but for the first time he didn't come out to greet him. Instead, he hid in the house alone, feeling shy.
Yang Anchen went to the town on the sixth day of the New Year. It was not yet the busy farming season, so his father took advantage of his free time to go to the town with him to work. At this moment, only Zhang Lanzhen and Yang Donghu were talking in the yard.
The two exchanged greetings, and Zhang Lanzhen's words revealed her satisfaction with the Zhao family. Yang Donghu's lips curled up, it seemed that his efforts this morning were not in vain.
In fact, Yang Donghu and Sanwai's wife came in close proximity, less than a cup of tea apart. He had just sat down and the stool hadn't even warmed up when Sanwai's wife walked into the yard, shouting "Lan Zhen".
Yang Donghu hadn't gotten to the point when an outsider intervened, so he had to swallow his words back and wait until Sanwai's wife left before saying anything else. Otherwise, if she heard it, the whole village would be filled with gossip about Zhu Cuilan showing off her wealth.
"Lanzhen, are there guests at home? People come to your house one after another every day. You have quite a lot of relatives." Sanwai's wife never treated herself as an outsider wherever she went. She went into the house, moved a stool and sat down next to Zhang Lanzhen without any hesitation.
Zhang Lanzhen laughed and said, "How can you have so many relatives? I think you are really old and your eyesight is not very good. You don't even recognize the married man from Dayang Village? Take a closer look and see who he is."
Yang Donghu only had grudges against the Yang family. He had no grudges against anyone else, so he wasn't so upset. He had learned a lot of ways to get along with Zhu Cuilan, and now they were put to good use. He smiled warmly and said, "Auntie."
"I know every child in our village, how could I not recognize a married man? Are you deceiving me?"
"There's nothing deceptive about this. Take a closer look."
Sanwai's wife narrowed her eyes and looked at Yang Donghu. After a while, she said, "He looks familiar, but I can't remember where he is right now. So, tell me, who owns this?"
Zhang Lanzhen smiled but said nothing. It was Yang Donghu who took the initiative to speak: "Auntie, I am Donghu."
"Hey, Donghu? Are you Donghu? The Donghu from the third son of the Yang family to the west of the village?"
Yang Donghu nodded.
Zhang Lanzhen said, "You can't tell, but Donghu is becoming more and more beautiful now."
Sanwai's wife was still amazed. At that time, the bad things about the Yang family were spread all over the village. She thought Donghu would be tortured to death by the nemesis of the Zhao family. But now it seems that not only was he not tortured, but he was living a good life.
"I really can't tell. The change is so huge. If I met you on the street, I wouldn't recognize you."
"That's right, let alone you, even I wouldn't dare to admit it."
Sanwai's wife didn't know how long she would have to sit there. Zhang Lanzhen was afraid that Yang Donghu would feel uncomfortable talking to a woman he was not familiar with, so she sent him to Yang Anjin's room.
"Donghu, An Jin is embroidering in the house. Go check on her and see if she's finished. If you need anything, just tell An Jin."
Yun Qiao just left yesterday and Yang Donghu came today. Zhang Lanzhen certainly wouldn't think that he was just visiting. It would be the same if she had anything to say to An Jin. An Jin is already eighteen or nineteen years old, so it's impossible for him not to be able to convey his thoughts clearly.
"Hey, auntie, please sit down first. I'll go inside and take a look." Yang Donghu stood up, greeted the two aunties, and went into the inner room.
Yang Anjin's mind was not on embroidery. He pricked up his ears to listen to the noise outside the house. After all, he was a young man who was not familiar with the world. He still felt embarrassed about the idea of getting married.
When Yang Donghu pushed the door open, he saw Yang Anjin sitting on the bed with a red face and an awkward look on his face.
"An Jin, my aunt asked me to come and see if your flower embroidery is finished."
Yang Donghu's initiative to speak did not elicit a single word from Yang Anjin. He still lowered his head and fiddled with the embroidery needle.
Yang Donghu took the initiative to sit with Yang Anjin, took the handkerchief from his hand, smiled and said: "This peach blossom embroidery is really beautiful, the peach blossoms are young and bright, Anjin, what are you thinking about."
In March, when peach blossoms are in full bloom, unmarried men and women gather together under the pretext of going out for an outing, commonly known as "seeking the Spring Festival."
If two people fall in love at the festival, they will send each other a peach blossom to express their love. After returning home and telling their parents, they can facilitate a happy marriage.
Therefore, peach blossoms are often used by literati and poets to describe the beauty of love between men and women. Peach blossoms are also privately called matchmaker flowers.
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