Such a gossipy sentence quickly attracted everyone's attention, and someone immediately expressed his opinion.
"Where did you come from? You look like a young girl, why are you so depressed?"
"Oh, you bought it, didn't you?"
"What did you buy? The girl is from Shannan and she is willing to marry him!"
"Impossible! Old Zheng is already 40 this year. If he really had the ability to coax people, why did his first two wives insist on getting a divorce?"
Lao Zheng is a well-known bachelor in their village. He got married when he was twenty years old, but only half a year later, his new wife refused to accept it, saying that he was a loser and wanted a divorce.
Divorce was not popular at that time, so the two of them did not get married. After packing up his bags, the wife went straight south to work.
Two years later, the village matchmaker introduced another one, a widow, thinking that since both of them were poor, they would not mind the other's lack of success...
But after two years, the widow quit.
She has found someone better and is now marrying in Songshu Town, which is a little further away.
Now, look what’s going on. I heard that the girl from Shannan is only in her early twenties. Why is she so determined to fall in love with Lao Zheng
Everyone was talking at the same time, and their voices were so loud that you could hear them even if you were standing on the street, not to mention entering the yard.
By the time Qiao Qiao walked along slowly, she had almost understood the background of the story.
Qiao Qiao, who broke into the yard for unknown reasons:…
Everyone in the live broadcast room who was halfway through eating melons:…
You say it! Old lady, you say it!
That's right! Why? Why are you only telling half of it
Good man, if the watermelon is not for sale, I have to eat the whole watermelon.
Come on! Come on! Ask me! Why
The old man and old woman in the yard looked at Qiao Qiao with great enthusiasm:
"Jojo is coming?"
"Look how hot it is, your face is red... Go drink some water."
"Qiao Qiao, why are you acting so arrogant when you come to your grandfather's place?"
"Oh, are you filming a video?"
"Take a video? I'll take one for you, Grandma Wang. Just a video of you working hard, simple..."
"Wang Juhua! You still work hard? You're the only one who can talk. Can you do as much as I do?"
"You can work with your hands instead of your mouth. You can't work well, and you think others are just as easily distracted as you..."
Seeing the two old ladies arguing again, the barrage of comments became more and more excited!
Fight, fight!
Although it's immoral... but it would be really fun if a fight broke out...
Wow, is this the working environment in the countryside
There are no secrets in the village, there are so many melons—
At this moment, I am the civet in the melon field
What a pity, apart from Zhang Yanping, who was staring at Tao Tao Bao and taking a few glances at the same time, no one would go to see the barrage at all.
Song Youde was no longer surprised by all the excitement, and instead asked Qiao Qiao: "What are you filming?"
Qiao Qiao pointed to the half-woven straw mat in his hand:
"I'm halfway through filming the winemaking process, so I have to wait, so I'll start with the live broadcast of weaving straw mats."
"Okay, go ahead and take the photo—"
Song Youde pointed to the wall and said, "Just put it there, right? Well, as long as you can take a picture, you can take a break."
"oh."
Qiao Qiao obediently put the bracket aside and went to drink water.
The live broadcast room was filled with comments, and the scene was particularly intense. Fortunately, the people in the yard did not disappoint their expectations.
Grandma Wang, who had just brought up the topic, said:
"… Shannan is a poor place. Young people today don't know that. In the past, many people loved to go there to buy wives."
When she got to this point, she suddenly said "Aiya" again, and looked in Qiao Qiao's direction with caution and nervousness: "Will this be recorded?"
"What are you afraid of? I saw the vibrato video my daughter-in-law shot. She had to edit it with her phone before posting it, and then add music. There was no sound at all."
“Oh, oh, oh.” Grandma Wang lowered her voice again to create mystery: “Alas, there is no such thing in our village. You must be a loser to spend money to buy someone else’s house… Our village, I’m not exaggerating, is really good.”
"That's that..."
When talking about their hometown, everyone was full of praise.
However, what Grandma Wang said was true.
In the past, people didn’t care about houses or cars when getting married. They only cared whether the young man was willing to work and whether he was easy to get along with at home…
Their Yunqiao Village is really quite good.
Even that lazy guy who looks down on others hasn't reached this point.
Grandma Wang sighed:
"But it wasn't like there weren't any requirements at that time. I remember my eldest son wanted to get married, and the matchmaker brought the girl to our house to meet her."
"The rule at that time was to take people to the granary to see if the grain was stacked high. Oh, you know my family was really poor at that time. We relied on relatives to scrape together three sacks."
"At least they didn't mind it. We had just recovered from the famine... so we just made do with it."
Qiao Qiao was sitting in the corridor after drinking some water, listening obediently. When he heard what was said, he asked, "Why do you want to look at the grain stack?"
"Because at that time you couldn't buy anything with money, and the tickets were few in number, so grain was the hard currency." Song Youde sighed. The mountain village was isolated from the outside world, and he still had a stack of tickets that he didn't have time to use.
"Whether a man can support his family is determined by whether he has food or not."
Oh. Qiao Qiao understood.
I understand the barrage too.
Learned something new!
This live broadcast was worth it!
I just asked my mom, and she said that this was the rule here before.
It was the same for me. My mother said she was cheated. My grandfather was in charge at the time. There was a lot of food at home, but he didn't let us eat it. We had to save it.
At this time, someone who was weaving straw mats outside started laughing:
"Wang Juhua, you were able to borrow three sacks at that time. The old Zheng you just mentioned—"
Old Zheng is only forty years old, and compared to those present, he is really a junior, but the whole village calls him that, so everyone followed suit.
"I remember when he first got married, his family couldn't afford even a grain of rice. He went through a lot of trouble to borrow a liter of rice from his aunt."
"The matchmaker took the girl into the granary and saw that it couldn't even feed a mouse. His face turned black."
Qiao Qiao turned into a little question mark again: "What is Shengzi?"
Song Youde gestured: "We were so poor before that there was only one scale for the whole brigade. Every time we needed to use it, we had to ask the village chief... so every household had a wooden or ceramic container."
"There were rectangular, square, round... but basically, a full liter was one liter, so it was called a shengzi. According to today's calculations, a full shengzi would hold four pounds of grain."
Good job!
The crowd was amazed.
So there is such a thing
Why isn't there any mention of the period in the articles I read
Every region is different...
Each brigade has only one scale... Now I can imagine how poor they are.