Old Huang's eyes flashed with conflict upon hearing Huang Erlan's words.
“Although she is a widow, she is beautiful. All the young men in the village are lining up to marry her. It’s not your turn.”
"Second Uncle, I have money!" Huang Erlan patted his waist for a long time before taking out a purse. These days, he had been farming for Su Jiaoniang, growing only chili peppers and some vegetables, and had already made a lot of money. He was richer than the people in the village.
"You're crippled, rich, and ugly!"
She's a widow, she's not short of money, and she's beautiful.
"Think about it carefully, are you two really a good match?" Old Huang sighed softly. His nephew's conditions, although not good, were not bad either.
With money, you can eat big white steamed buns and wear new clothes. No woman dislikes these things.
But Widow Han already has new clothes to wear!
She was a wealthy young widow.
"Uncle, she doesn't look good now. She had a knife cut into her face and is disfigured!" Huang Erlan chuckled foolishly.
Although his current actions seem a bit like taking advantage of someone in distress, he is very reliable, earns money, spends it all on her, and doesn't flirt with other women or go to prostitutes!
Old Huang glanced at Huang Erlan.
"I'll try to talk to them and see, but it might not work. They're proud and arrogant; if they wanted to get married, they would have already done so."
Huang Erlan had a beaming smile on his face.
Su Jiaoniang was unaware of these matters.
She glanced at Lu Wujiu: "Attracting attention."
"..." Lu Wujiu felt very wronged.
However, the woman is pregnant now, and he can't let her feel depressed or uncomfortable.
He reached out and patted Su Jiaoniang on the back a few times.
"I didn't provoke anyone." Only you!
The second half of the sentence was too revealing, and I couldn't bring myself to say it.
Su Jiaoniang's gaze shifted downwards and landed on Lu Wujiu: "Let's see how you perform."
"good!"
Lu Wujiu chuckled.
He picked the person up and placed them on the bed in the bedroom. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he met Xie Shi's knowing gaze.
Then, they saw that Ms. Xie was holding a familiar bowl.
What does her action mean?
"Sir, please don't be so formal. Only when you are well can Madam be well, and only then can our lives be good. Please drink!" He escorted her into the house and came out immediately, without any lingering or delay. What a man!
If it's not impossible, then it must be...
Xie couldn't think of any other possibility.
Lu Wujiu didn't really want to drink.
But how do we explain it to Xie?
He was also unwilling to explain.
He carried the bowl back to the study.
They saw Huang Erlan run into the yard.
After thinking for a moment, he handed the soup in the bowl to Huang Erlan.
Huang Erlan finished his drink in one gulp, then looked at Lu Wujiu and pointed to his clothes: "Does it look good?"
Lu Wujiu didn't know what answer to give.
Huang Erlan continued, "Isn't he handsome? I'm going to go and bump into Widow Han so that our marriage will go more smoothly."
After saying that, he ran out.
...
Lu Wujiu watched Huang Erlan's retreating figure and sighed inwardly. Young people are so full of energy. He had never shown such a display of his beautiful feathers in front of women, like a fighting cock.
Huang Erlan ran away from the Su family.
They happened to run into Widow Han.
At this moment, Widow Han changed her clothes and walked towards Doctor Liu's house.
A beauty like Widow Han, upon suffering an injury to her face, would immediately think of finding a doctor to apply medicine in order to maximize her recovery.
If the injury on my face doesn't heal.
If it leaves a scar.
Just thinking about it makes her unable to accept this outcome.
She walked very fast, but Huang Erlan was even faster. He reached out and stopped Widow Han, striking what he thought was a very cool pose. Seeing that Widow Han was wearing clothes that were rarely worn by villagers, his eyes flashed with joy. She was so beautiful.
At this moment, Huang Erlan felt inexplicably hot: "You're so beautiful!" The words slipped out without thinking.
"You're sick!" Widow Han said, then hurried forward.
Huang Erlan stopped the person again.
Han the widow's eyes flashed with impatience. She was in a hurry and didn't want to get entangled with Huang Erlan: "I don't know you. I have something to do right now. Stay away from me."
Huang Erlan was taken aback, a hint of hurt flashing across his face. He said, "I had my uncle go to your house to propose marriage, and I've already held you in my arms..."
Widow Han almost vomited.
He glanced at Huang Erlan, kicked him, and seeing the bulge in Huang Erlan's body, he got so angry that he grabbed a brick and smashed it against him.
After hitting someone.
Widow Han stormed off to Doctor Liu's house.
Huang Erlan got up from the ground, his eyes filled with confusion. He didn't quite understand why Widow Han was acting this way.
Seeing Huang Erlan's expression from behind, Jiang pursed her lips, shook her head, clicked her tongue twice, and pulled him up: "He obviously doesn't like you. Don't bother him. There's no good result in pestering him."
"..." Huang Erlan returned to the field crying.
He changed into his dirty clothes and continued farming.
Widow Han applied medicine to her face before returning home.
Back in the courtyard, I saw an unfamiliar figure...
On the other side.
When Su Jiaoniang woke up, it was already evening.
A fragrant aroma wafted through the courtyard as I stepped out of the room.
Outside, it's a harmonious dining setting; the storms and dangers of the outside world are kept out by a high wall.
Su Su Jiao Niang saw that she had eaten something.
Seeing that the little girl looked tired.
Is the child having troubles?
"What's wrong? Why are you so sad?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
The little girl reached out and touched Su Jiaoniang's belly: "Mommy, are you going to have a baby?"
"..." I definitely won't have children!
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