Li Qinghe poured tea, and then turned to look at the woman behind her. She looked about forty years old, and there were already deep wrinkles between her brows and eyes. After looking at him, he hurriedly lowered his head, his already dark face seemed to be stained with a layer of red.
Hearing this, Youshi's face remained unchanged, and seeing his son's expression, he smiled and said, "Uncle, that's not the case, the child's marriage is still in a hurry. My family has passed the fourteenth year, if we make an appointment now Marriage, next year's Chinese New Year will be fifteen, so we can get married."
"Our Qinghe is not in a hurry." The village head picked up the teacup and drank it slowly.
If the sentence just now was still cryptic, this sentence is clearly not agreeing to the marriage.
Youshi was stunned, and looked at Zhao Wanwan in the corner, "Wanwan, where's your mother?"
Zhao Wanwan ran out in a hurry.
You Shi smiled, "Uncle, I think these two children are very suitable for each other, we still have to care about the marriage, otherwise the good times will pass, and all the younger generations will be picked away. Wouldn't that be delaying our own children?"
These words also put the marriage on the surface, and the village chief frowned.
Mrs. You didn't think it was enough, and continued, "Our family has been learning carpentry in the town for five years, and the master who took him said that he can be a teacher after studying for a year or two. To be honest, the Yang family in the town, and that I mean, someone asked me."
Li Qinghe glanced at Qian Laiman in surprise, the Yang family in the town, but there was only Yang Lanrou's Yang family, unexpectedly these two were almost related.
"No, no." Qian Laiman waved his hands at a loss, and hurriedly explained, "My master and the Yang family have quarrels, and this marriage will never happen."
Youshi glared at him with hatred, a little smug, "Not only the Yang family, but also a lot of people from my natal family asked someone to ask, if it wasn't for my sister, we... would have made a decision a long time ago."
Judging from Youshi's appearance, it's not like he's taking Joe, he really thinks that Li Qinghe is overrated.
There are indeed many girls who are willing to marry craftsmen nowadays, second only to scholars, Youshi should be proud. It's just... Li Qinghe is not happy to marry high.
In particular, You Shi was younger than Qian Shi, and Qian Laiman was working as an apprentice in the town, not to mention board and lodging, and there was some wages, but You Shi didn't seem to be very relaxed, on the contrary, he looked bitter, which can be seen It's usually bitter, but what about money
No amount of silver is enough for two scholars!
Li Qinghe smiled and said sincerely, "Then I hope my aunt finds a good daughter-in-law as soon as possible."
It's not easy for the village head to refuse at this time, so Li Qinghe's own refusal made sense.
Youshi's complexion was not very good, so he got up immediately, grabbed the money and went out. He tripped over the threshold when he walked too fast, and immediately cursed, "I don't know good and bad things, so I should chop them with a knife."
Walking into the courtyard and meeting Qian Shi who came out of the kitchen, she felt a little angry, "Sister, we can't climb high." After finishing speaking, he ignored Qian Shi's shout, and hurried out of the courtyard door.
Qian chased to the door, watched the person walk away, turned around and cast a reproachful gaze on Li Qinghe.
Li Qinghe raised her hand to stop her accusation, "Don't talk, you don't have to worry about my marriage from now on."
The village chief is still there, and Qian's eye circles immediately turned red, "Although you were sensible when I came here, I think I have not treated you badly these years, and now I will help you say goodbye..."
Li Qinghe turned impatiently and looked at the village chief, "Third Grandpa, I'll take you back."
The village head didn't move, and asked, "Where's your father?"
Li Qinghe shook his head, but now it's autumn harvest, "Maybe I went to see the crops in the field."
The village chief snorted coldly, stepped out, and gave Qian a look, "I will come back tonight and talk to him about it. If you want to make up your own mind, you can't just listen to the woman's opinion."
Li Qinghe turned and entered the door.
Qian's face was blue and white, Zhao Wanwan shrank in the corner and dared not speak. So, Qian's anger came towards her, and for a moment, he ignored his gentle image, and asked loudly, "If you don't agree to come to such a good person, don't you really want to go to Zhou's house?"
Li Qinghe didn't turn her head back, "Can you control it?" It was tantamount to acquiescing, what appeared in front of her was Zhou Chengkang's grief-stricken appearance in front of her grave that he couldn't afford to cry in his previous life.
There was the neighing sound of a horse behind him, as if right behind him, Li Qinghe subconsciously turned around, and saw Zhou Chengkang, whose face was flushed immediately, his face was full of joy, but at the same time he was a little helpless, "I... I just came." He added, "What? Didn't hear anything."
From the way he looked, he clearly heard everything.
Li Qinghe: "..." In her previous life, until she got married, she didn't know what this man thought about her, so she wanted to wait and see how long he could hold back. But what she said just now is not a promise.
Meeting her gaze, Zhou Chengkang felt his face was about to burn, "Brother sent me back, it's getting late, I'll go back first."
Pull the horsewhip, and it's gone in no time.
Li Qinghe, "..." You run fast! See how long you can hold back.
Qian frowned, stopped talking about the marriage, and asked, "I just had guests at home, and I haven't asked you yet, where did your money go?"
"You don't care." Li Qinghe stopped back with just one sentence.
Qian's face turned pale with anger, "You live at home, don't you eat?"
"Hey, finally stop pretending to be a loving mother?" Li Qinghe looked her up and down, his eyes full of surprise, "Didn't you treat me as your own daughter, since I'm the same as Wanwan, why didn't you ask her for money?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanwan quickly slipped away.
Li Qinghe took a glance, Zhao Wanwan is a nice girl, she didn't mean anything against her, and instead asked, "This family can't tolerate me, do you want to marry me?"
Qian's complexion was livid, very ugly, she turned away.
"If you don't answer, you'll be tacit consent." Li Qinghe stepped into the door and said leisurely, "Unfortunately, this is my home, I don't want to leave, and no one can force me to leave."