Wang Yuan nodded in confusion: "Uncle, if you really like her, then marry her. Our family doesn't need three mouths to eat. If you don't have true feelings, with our current conditions, you can choose whatever you want to marry a yellow-flowered girl!"

In this era of marriage, many people marry their daughters just to reduce the head tax for the family and find a place for their daughter to eat. They don't care about the other person's age, future, love, and after all, food and clothing are not solved.

"Why do you want a big girl with yellow hair? At my uncle's age, isn't that an evil act?"

The thirty-five-year-old uncle blushed and said, "It's just the widow. She has a good heart, is diligent and thrifty, and is a woman who lives a good life!"

Wang Yuan said with a smile: "Okay, Qinghe will find a matchmaker, buy a car full of betrothal gifts, and everything will go smoothly!"

"No, not anymore!"

The uncle waved his hands repeatedly: "I am remarrying, and she is remarrying. If you do anything too much, others will poke their spines. Just pick them up and pass them by!"

Wang Yuan didn’t force it!

In this era, people talk like tigers, and gossip can drown people!

In the afternoon, the Zhou family's payment arrived, totaling two thousand taels of silver and seven hundred taels of gold, which dazzled everyone in the room and could not open their eyes.

Before a group of people could go to pay the betrothal gift, another carriage arrived at the Zhao family's blacksmith shop.

When they looked at the coachman, the people who got out of the carriage, Erhu, and the three brothers Guo Cang had a look in their eyes, and they all looked a little nervous!

It’s Zhao Weimin who comes, Xu Baotou!

But both of them were dressed in common clothes and looked like ordinary people!

But the oxtail knife hanging around Xu Captou's waist showed his official status!

Zhao Weimin cupped his fists and saluted: "Student, I have taken the liberty to visit you. I hope you will forgive me!"

Zhao Qinghe was stunned to see that this middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing actually called his cousin sir.

There are so many things about him that he doesn’t know!

Wang Yuan waved his hands unhappy: "Stop saluting, I don't like this!"

"Yes, sir!"
Chapter completed!