"Sure, then just listen to Ju'er." Mrs. Liu expressed her position directly.

Although she had been quarreling with her mother-in-law Tan for half her life, in her heart, Liu did not really hold a grudge against Tan.

It's normal for women to be petty, especially when mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are natural enemies.

But the father-in-law, Lao Yangtou, is different. He looks like a man, but this father-in-law talks about benevolence, justice and morality, but in fact he is hypocritical and selfish. In the past, he had quarrels and fights with his fourth son and Mr. Tan. This father-in-law did not mediate impartially, but

Deliberately intensifying family conflicts under the guise of mediation.

Moreover, he has serious male chauvinism in his bones, looks down on women, and does not respect women. She has no good impressions of such a father-in-law at all. It would be better not to invite him over. When others question it, they will directly blame her mother-in-law Tan. Everything is wrong.

The old lady makes the decision!

After some discussion, Yang Huaming thought of the eight taels of silver in Mrs. Liu's arms and felt very itchy.

"Take out the silver and let me take a closer look. I haven't seen so much silver in a while," Yang Huaming said.

Ms. Liu glared at Yang Huaming fiercely: "Yinzi doesn't have eyes or a nose, so what's there to see? I won't let you see it!"

Yang Huaming squeaked, "Look at what I've done to you."

Mrs. Tan was drinking tea leisurely aside, and the three girls peeled a few peanuts and put them in her hands from time to time.

Tan's face rarely softened a bit, and she sighed: "I used to dislike my granddaughter the most. I always felt that my granddaughter was a loser and belonged to someone else's family. I don't know why. I just felt that my granddaughter was the third daughter of my family.

Okay, this eighty taels of silver as a bride price is considered too much for someone else’s girl, but for our third girl, why do I think it’s too little?”

Ms. Liu's eyes brightened: "Mom, do you think our three girls are not worth the price?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Huaming slapped the table, blowing his beard and glaring: "What are you talking about? Are you stupid because you sell vegetables in Wa City? You judge everything by weight?"

Mrs. Liu was startled for a moment, and slapped her mouth in embarrassment, "Didn't I say that I was in a hurry? I didn't mean it that way."

"If you can't speak, then shut up. We are marrying our daughter, not selling her, you know?" After finally regaining control, Yang Huaming deliberately scolded Ms. Liu with a straight face.

Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes, "Look at what I did to you, it's not over yet..."

Mrs. Tan frowned: "You two, stop arguing. This quarreling is just nonsense!"

Yang Huaming remained silent, but Mrs. Liu was a little unconvinced: "Old lady, you should say something meaningful."

Mrs. Tan put down her tea bowl and said sternly: "Although these eight taels of silver are not too much for a farmer's family, our third girl is going to marry in another county. The road is quite far, and it is not convenient for us to take care of her here. Once the marriage is over,

If you don’t have enough money at the bottom of the box, life will be difficult.”

"Isn't this eight taels of silver? Why is there no money?" Yang Huaming was puzzled.

Mrs. Liu patted his arm: "The eight taels of silver include the betrothal gift and the money for the banquet. Then we have to buy the dowry for the third girl. I see that those families in the town who have good family backgrounds will not deduct the money when marrying their daughter.

In addition to my daughter’s betrothal gift, I will also use my own pocket to advance my daughter’s dowry!”

Yang Huaming grinned: "Don't panic. Girl Qing lost her word back then. When our third girl gets married, she will sponsor the dowry."

"Not to mention too much, there must be more than ten or twenty taels of silver..."

Mrs. Liu pinched Yang Huaming again: "You are really worthless. You are the biological father of the third girl. Qing'er's kindness belongs to Qing'er, so you just sit back and enjoy the fruits of it? Do you have any shame?"

Yang Huaming rubbed his arm, "You can just die. I am her biological father, how can I not make plans for her?"

"Then tell me, what have you planned for the third girl?" Ms. Liu asked again.

Yang Huaming raised his eyebrows and pretended to be mysterious: "I have been working hard at the Taoist Temple for the past two years, and I usually live frugally. Isn't it just to save the dowry for the third girl?"

"Young boy Kang can't expect him to get a wife. Tiedan is still young, so don't worry. My money is all being saved by the third girl right now!"

"Seriously? Are you deceiving people?" Mrs. Liu said questioning words, but her eyes still lit up.

The third girl also raised her head in surprise, as if she didn't recognize her father.

Mrs. Tan coughed slightly, "Don't talk so much, take out all the money you saved and let's count it."

"Yes, yes, yes, what you say is true, take it out and have a look." Mrs. Liu was impatient, and stood up to look for pillows and bed boards.

Yang Huaming chuckled, took off his shoes, dug inside for a long time, and pulled out a banknote.

"Hey, they're all here!"

Mrs. Liu pinched her nose, put the banknote in front of her eyes, looked at it, and shook her head.

"I can't read, third girl, please help me see how much this is."

The children and grandchildren of Lao Yang's family, regardless of gender, all know some words, and the third girl is no exception.

She came over and took a look, "Eighteen taels of silver?"

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Liu was so shocked that she covered her mouth with her hands that were still smelly of her feet.

"Oh my god, Yang Huaming, you can do it! You actually saved eighteen taels of silver! Tsk, tsk, Qing'er, your niece is really kind to you. The job in the Taoist temple is not bad, and there is plenty of money!"

Mrs. Tan was also satisfied with this, "Fat girl has no conscience and knows how to support her family."

Yang Huaming was so proud that he pointed at the banknote and said to the three girls: "Keep this banknote. Liu Xueyun will give you a gift of eighty taels of silver. Your father and I will give you a dowry of eighteen taels of silver so that you can marry in style."

"

"Hey, my daughter is not yours alone, there is also me!"

Ms. Liu got up and walked to the bed, took the bundle she had brought back from town, opened it, and then took out a silver hairpin inlaid with rubies and put it in the third girl's hand.

"I saw that some ladies from Yuan's family wear this in the city. This style is popular outside now. Mom will give you one too. When you get married wearing it, I'm sure you'll look even better than those girls from Yuan's family!"

The third girl was so flattered that before she reached out to take the hairpin, Mrs. Tan pinched it in her hand.

"Wait a minute." Tan said.

She could not see, but her fingers were nimble and she twisted the silver hairpin in her hand inch by inch.

"Well, this hairpin costs at least five or six taels of silver, right?" asked Tan.

Mrs. Liu opened her eyes wide and said in surprise: "You don't leave the house, you can't see, but you can guess things accurately."

Mrs. Tan smiled slightly proudly, "Don't bully me, I'm blind and ignorant. The saying that people become better with age is not just talk."

Mrs. Liu nodded repeatedly.

The third girl also happily took the hairpin and looked at it repeatedly, her eyes and eyebrows were full of likes.

When I grow up, this is the first time I have such a beautiful hairpin. My mother bought it for me.

You know, when I was a kid, I had to beg for a long time if I wanted a piece of red-headed rope during the Chinese New Year!

Yang Huaming didn't understand women. He sat there so distressed that the flesh on his cheeks was twitching: "Do you really want five or six taels? Oh my god, you are such a prodigal woman. This thing is worn on your head. You can't eat it or drink it. Exchange it.
Chapter completed!