She harbored these suspicions and wanted to confront the person immediately, but after calming down, she realized it was inappropriate. She considered herself of noble status; how could she be compared to such a vulgar woman from the martial arts world?
Indeed, in her eyes, Song Zhuiyan was a woman of the Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the martial arts world or the martial arts world). To put it nicely, she was unconventional, straightforward, and chivalrous. To put it bluntly, she was unruly, hanging out with a bunch of roughnecks, not knowing how to avoid suspicion, and lacking in feminine virtues.
Song Zhuiyan had no idea what Zhang Qingyu thought of her, nor did she care about her opinion. The Zhang Qingyu sisters looked down on her, and she didn't think much of them either. The so-called noble ladies were nothing but pretentious and affected.
They hide away in their boudoirs all day, unwilling to associate with this person or talk to that person, as if others really enjoy being around them.
If we don't interact with each other, out of sight, out of mind, and both sides are at peace, then don't blame others for not giving us face if you dare to provoke us.
Time flies by unnoticed, and four years have passed in the blink of an eye. The little girls who were only eleven or twelve years old when they first fled to Songlin Village are now old maids.
Four years ago, Xiaomei and Xiaoyu were just twelve and thirteen-year-old girls, but now they are sixteen or seventeen-year-old young women. In ancient times, people could get engaged and married at the age of fifteen, so sixteen or seventeen was considered quite old.
The oldest was Song Zhuiyan. After the fourth year, she was already twenty years old, and had really become an old maid. Of course, she didn't think so herself. In the 21st century, twenty years old was a young aunt who had just come of age and had just started college. She was young, energetic, and beautiful.
The second oldest is Zhang Qingyu. Four years ago she was fourteen, and now she is eighteen. Originally, with her family background, she could have married very well. At that time, she was about to come of age, and her family had been looking for a noble young man with a good family background and good character for her a year in advance so that she could be engaged and marry into the family when she came of age. Who would have thought that before they had chosen a person, the capital was in chaos, and then they had to flee.
And that was the end of it. She was trapped in the mountains, her life's most important event was put on hold, and despite her resentment and anxiety, there was nothing she could do.
Whenever she felt sad, the thought of Song Zhuiyan standing in front of her offered her some comfort.
Song Zhuiyan herself declared that matchmakers were not allowed to come to her door to arrange marriages. She had no plans to get married for the time being. When she wanted to get married, she would let everyone know. Regardless of her intentions or what people were saying behind her back, no one dared to arrange a marriage for her because no one dared to marry her.
However, the Zhang Qingyu and Zhang Qingling sisters were of different social standing. The two young ladies from aristocratic families looked down on the young men in the village. Even if the young men had some ideas in their hearts, they would be scolded by their families until they had no ideas at all.
"You want to marry that Miss Zhang? She hasn't even given you a second glance, and she doesn't want to say a word to you. You want to marry her and then treat her like royalty? Can you afford to support her? That pampered brat can't do any work. You'll end up doing all the farm work all by yourself. You'll be exhausted to death."
Furthermore, the Zhang family isn't just left with Zhang Qingyu and her younger brother and sister who have no one to take care of them. They also have Zhao Zhongnian as their bodyguard. Although Zhao Zhongnian has little presence in Songlin Village, it is undeniable that his martial arts skills are very high, second only to Zhong Qingyi. Who would dare to provoke him?
Zhu Yu and Liu Mei were courtesans, and ordinary men in the village didn't want them. They also looked down on men without wives. They did want to date Zhong Qingyi, but he wouldn't even look at them. If they dared to lean on him and whine, he would draw his sword and kill them.
These were the people who were not suitable for marriage, and the matchmaker ruled them out one by one.
Songlin Village has settled down, and every household has surplus grain. Those who are of marriageable age are now looking for a spouse, and those with sons of marriageable age are sending matchmakers to their homes.
Xiaomei and Xiaoyu are the most sought-after. Although they have younger siblings, they are very capable. They have cleared land and farmed the land, which is enough to support themselves. They even raised pigs this year.
However, Xiaomei and Xiaoyu belong to Song Zhuiyan and Zhong Qingyi's side. Although they don't usually distinguish who belongs to whom, everyone knows that those who are not from Linjia Village were all saved by Song Zhuiyan. Now, if they want to propose marriage, they have to ask her opinion first.
Songlin Village has only a few people, and everyone knows each other well. After hearing the matchmaker's purpose, Song Zhuiyan thought about it carefully for a moment. She felt that getting married at sixteen or seventeen was too young.
But she knew she couldn't judge Xiaomei and Xiaoyu by her modern standards. She told the matchmaker, "Go back first. I'll ask them what they think later. If they're willing, then I'll definitely have no problem with it."
They're willing themselves, and she's not their parent, so what reason does she have to disagree?
"Miss Song is so straightforward. I'll leave this to you. I'll come back tomorrow. If it works out, I'll have the man's family give you a big red envelope." The matchmaker grinned from ear to ear.
"No need for that. I didn't do anything, just asked a few questions." Song Zhuiyan waved her hand. It wasn't that she was being polite, but she knew that everyone was short of money. What was the point of giving them a big red envelope? Giving them a few pounds of sweet potatoes was already generous enough. She didn't need any sweet potatoes, so she didn't want to waste their food.
Song Tantan and Ye Moxun listened to every word of what was said in the next room, and then they started discussing it.
"There's an issue I think we need to pay attention to."
"What's the problem?" Ye Moxun asked, amused.
“My aunt is twenty, and your uncle is twenty-eight. They are both old and unmarried, but no one dares to act as a matchmaker for them. They themselves aren’t in a hurry either. It’s a serious problem.” My aunt isn’t in a hurry, but she is, but her worrying won’t help.
"Why don't we give them a push? Let them achieve their goal sooner?" Ye Moxun urged.
"Don't mess around. My aunt doesn't like others interfering in her private affairs, not even me. Marriage is not a child's play. If she hasn't thought it through herself, no one can force her, otherwise it will backfire. I won't do anything to upset her." It has to be said that Song Tantan understands Song Zhuiyan very well.
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