dognovel It doesn't matter after Chapter 59.
It doesn't matter after Chapter 59.
"Wu Xiuer, you've been eyeing Brother Dazhuang for a long time, haven't you?" Wu Cuicui felt uncomfortable. She liked Zhao Dazhuang, but she couldn't marry him without thirty taels of silver. However, the thought of him marrying someone else made her uneasy.
“I’m sixteen this year, and I’ll have to find someone to marry sooner or later. Brother Dazhuang is a very good person.” Wu Xiuer glanced at Zhao Dazhuang. “Originally, if you two had gotten married, I would have found someone else to marry, but didn’t you break off the engagement for the sake of the betrothal gifts? So why can’t I fight for myself?”
Although the villagers around her had different expressions, Yunyi still admired the girl. In this day and age, the girl's behavior was quite bold.
But she dares to love and hate, which is much better than Wu Cuicui, who occupies a position without doing anything.
Okay, that analogy isn't quite right. Zhao Dazhuang isn't a latrine, and she didn't mean to insult him; it was just a metaphor.
“Xiuer, you…” Zhao Dazhuang was somewhat surprised.
Of the more than 400 households in Zhao Family Village, more than 300 are surnamed Zhao, then 50 or 60 are surnamed Wu, and there are a few households with other surnames. Wu is the second most common surname in the village.
Wu Xiuer's father and Wu Cuicui's father, Wu Dali, were cousins. However, Xiuer's father passed away ten years ago, leaving Xiuer and her mother to depend on each other for survival.
Therefore, when Zhao Dazhuang was helping Wu Cuicui with her work, he would also help Xiu'er's family, since she was Cuicui's cousin and he treated her like a younger sister.
“Brother Dazhuang, I know my family doesn’t have a son, but I can still give you a son.” Wu Xiuer glanced at Zhao Dazhuang. “I don’t want to see you suffer because of Sister Cuicui.”
Yunyi noticed that although the girl spoke very boldly, she was actually very nervous. The veins on the back of her clenched fist were bulging, and it was likely that her palms were even scratched raw.
"Xiuer, what are you doing here causing trouble?" At this moment, a woman ran over and tried to pull Wu Xiuer away.
"Mother, I'm not trying to cause trouble, I..."
"Whatever you're thinking, wait until they've cleaned it up before you speak. Otherwise, what about your reputation?" Xiu'er's mother warned her daughter in a low voice. "Come back with me now." With that, she pulled her daughter away.
Wu Xiuer turned around and looked at Zhao Dazhuang: "Brother Dazhuang, if you're willing, come to my house to propose marriage."
Zhao Dazhuang's feelings were extremely complicated.
“Dazhuang, you don’t really think Wu Xiuer is willing to marry you, do you? Let me tell you, she’s only after your twenty taels of silver. But she’s a widow and her children. If you marry her, you’ll just be marrying a burden.” Jiang didn’t see Wu Xiuer’s appearance as a threat at all. Instead, she looked disdainful. “Unlike Cuicui, she has four younger brothers to help her. To put it bluntly, even if she gets into a fight, we have people here to help her.”
“Brother Dazhuang.” Wu Cuicui also stepped forward and tugged at Zhao Dazhuang’s sleeve. “Wu Xiuer’s body isn’t as good as mine, at least her butt isn’t as big as mine. I can definitely give you a son.”
Zhao Dazhuang took a step back, avoiding the other person's hand, his face flushed slightly. Did getting married necessarily mean having a son? He hadn't thought about that.
"I know you have thirty taels, so take it out and we can consummate our marriage tonight." Wu Cuicui's face was a little red, but because her skin was a bit dark, it wasn't very noticeable.
Yun Yi's lips twitched slightly as she listened. She had to admit that the mother and daughter had an inexplicable obsession with their son, as if giving birth to a son could save the world.
People around were pointing fingers and gossiping, but it's not appropriate for others to get involved in such matters; it depends on the person involved's own thoughts.
Zhao Dazhuang turned to look at his mother, whose hair was completely white, took a deep breath, and then looked at Wu Cuicui: "Cuicui, from the time you said you wanted to marry me when you were ten, I took it seriously. I always thought I would earn more money to buy you silver earrings and bracelets." He paused for a moment, "Later, your mother said she wanted a dowry of ten taels. Although I thought it was too much, I also thought you deserved it. Then your mother said twenty taels, and I thought that was reasonable, after all, raising you was not easy, but..."
"But I'm just a peasant. Twenty taels is all I've saved up over the years. I really can't afford to give you another thirty taels."
Wu Cuicui opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say, though she was terribly flustered.
"Fellow villagers, today you are my witnesses. All the past is in the past. From now on, Wu Cuicui and I... will have no further connection. From now on, we will all go our separate ways and have no further dealings with each other. Thank you." Zhao Dazhuang said, bowing to everyone.
“Brother Dazhuang, you…” Wu Cuicui grabbed Zhao Dazhuang’s arm anxiously, “You can’t…”
Zhao Dazhuang dodged her touch again and looked at Jiang Shi: "Auntie, take your people and leave. The pork I sent to your house before was a gift from a junior to you. From now on, we are just fellow villagers."
Jiang's face was also somewhat ferocious. Of course, she also had her eye on Zhao Dazhuang, but she just wanted to squeeze more money out of him. She didn't expect him to refuse to marry her. But it was impossible to make her bow her head. So she snorted coldly: "Since that's the case, then tomorrow Cuicui will marry into Liu the rich man's family. Don't regret it then."
"No regrets."
"Let's go." Madam Jiang pulled Wu Cuicui away.
"Mother, I won't..." Wu Cuicui tried to struggle, but was slapped across the face by Jiang Shi. "You want to stay instead of leaving? She's got someone ready now, maybe she's already hooked up with him. You're such a fool."
Tears streamed down Wu Cuicui's face, but she stopped struggling. She simply turned back and gave Zhao Dazhuang a resentful look before letting Jiang Shi pull her away.
Zhao Dazhuang didn't even look at her, clearly heartbroken.
"Hey, Dali's son, can you even talk?" At this moment, Old Man Zhao, who was driving the cart, went over and blocked Jiang's way.
When Jiang saw Old Man Zhao, her face turned somewhat embarrassed, and she stiffly forced a smile: "Third Uncle Zhao, you're back."
"Uncle Three."
"Three uncles."
"Third Grandpa."
……
Many people around greeted Old Zhao, which shows that he is quite popular, respected, and senior in the village.
"If I hadn't come back, I wouldn't have seen how powerful you are," Old Man Zhao sneered. "What happens to your Wu family is your business. Don't try to smear our Zhao family."
Those around them nodded in agreement; Jiang's words were too harsh.
“I watched Dazhuang grow up. Everyone knows his character. He would never do anything against human ethics.” Old Zhao said, taking out his eye bag and tapping it on the sole of his shoe. “If Dazhuang hadn’t been set on your Cuicui, why would he have to work so hard?”