In the courtyard, Sheng Laosan had a bit of drink at noon, and he had already started calling Xu Xianxiong brother.
"Big bro, listen to me, my son will definitely be the most doting husband, just look at me and you’ll know," he said, proudly patting his chest, "who in ten miles and eight villages doesn’t know?"
Sheng An curled her lips. Was this doting on his wife? Clearly, ten miles and eight villages knew how afraid he was of his wife, right?
Alas! It seemed like all the people in my brother-in-law’s family were somewhat not normal, but somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to dislike them.
"Dad, we need to go home, nobody fed the chickens and the pig at noon," Sheng An said, glancing at the sky to urge him.
They had been away from home for most of the day, and she had been constantly worried about the chickens and pigs back home. They were counting on selling them for money during the New Year! If they got thin from hunger, that would be a big loss.
"Oh right! Nobody fed the chickens and the pig, we must go back," Sheng Laosan hurriedly stood up, and from moving too quickly, he almost lost his balance and fell.
It was Xu Xianxiong who reacted quickly and steadied him.
"Little brother, it’s just chickens and pigs, right? Missing one meal won’t hurt." When his wife went to market, he often left the pigs at home hungry. After that, his wife was so angry she refused to feed the pigs again.
"That won’t do, no no," Sheng Laosan waved his hands repeatedly. "Ningning is getting married, and we’re counting on selling this pig for money!"
Xu Xianxiong slapped his forehead and shouted, "Wife, come out quickly, little brother is leaving, and we haven’t given the betrothal gift yet!"
Zhao Lanzi, who was in the kitchen with Shen Luhua, hurried out.
"My dear in-laws, wait a moment, let’s give the betrothal gift today so I can have peace of mind," Zhao Lanzi was even more worried than Xu Qigang that his son’s wife-to-be might flee.
Her son was so foolish, couldn’t speak well, and didn’t know how to charm anyone. What if Sheng Ning changed her mind? Without marrying her into the family for a day, there wouldn’t be peace of mind for a day!
Last time her son left, they had agreed to give a betrothal gift of US$ 1,000, and today they wanted to take advantage of the matchmaker’s presence to hurriedly give the betrothal gift.
Shen Luhua also had an idea, the matchmaker was invited by the Xu family, a man in his fifties who had a small reputation for arranging matches in ten miles and eight villages.
It was said that he was somewhat related to Zhao Lanzi.
But with the reputation of the Xu family, without some kinship, they really wouldn’t dare to matchmake for Little Yama.
Zhao Lanzi brought out a very carefully wrapped handkerchief from the house and handed it to Shen Luhua.
"Here, this is the betrothal gift from our side, with the matchmaker present today as our witness."
Shen Luhua took it and, upon opening, was stunned.
"How come there’s so much?" Xu Qigang’s payment of Ningning’s five thousand yuan had already exceeded her expectations; she wasn’t going to make any fuss even if they gave nothing this time.
Moreover, during this period, she had been sewing needlework hurriedly, all for Ningning’s wedding preparations. An’an, that girl, was also secretly saving money, all to gather a dowry for her sister!
The matchmaker and Zhao Lanzi both started laughing.
"What bride’s family would complain about receiving too much?"
"Exactly, the more the groom’s side gives, the more it shows the bride’s value!"
Shen Luhua nodded, "Our Ningning is naturally the most precious."
"Hahaha... That’s right! I think it’s worth it; even one thousand seems a little too little to me," Zhao Lanzi said with a wave of her hand, "once Ningning gives me a chubby grandson, I’ll even give a reward!"
The matchmaker’s mouth twitched, murmuring softly, "Miss Zhao Lanzi, you’re poor now, with no money." He used to herd cattle for the Zhao Family when he was young, and back then the Zhao Family was frighteningly wealthy. This only daughter, now fallen from grace, hadn’t lost any of the grandeur from the past.
"Shut your mouth." Zhao Lanzi gave him a cold look, "You focus on arranging a good match for my son, getting him married quickly is what matters."