Yang Ruoqing said: "If you don't give it a try, how do you know that no one is willing to find a son-in-law for you?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the oil paper bag on the table, "Well, I think Brother Damo should be willing to do it. Do you want me to help you find out about him?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Xiaoqin's face changed drastically, "Don't!"

"What? Do you think Da Mo is ugly?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Brother Damo doesn't look very good, but I think his character is pretty good." Yang Ruoqing added.

Brother Damo looks really ugly, a standard ugly man.

Brother Damo, who grew up in Shangadali, a village in Sishan'ao that is even more remote, poorer and more backward than Sunjiagou, didn't know how to comb or wash his hair, and probably didn't know how to brush his teeth.

Not to mention taking a bath, it’s good to take a bath five times a year. As for changing shoes, socks and clothes, that’s not even mentionable.

He didn't have that consciousness, nor did he have the conditions, because he grew up among bachelors since he was a child. In his past perception, a man was a man who was smelly and dirty.

But now that I am out of the mountains, I have gradually followed the local customs outside the mountains for more than half a year.

Take a shower, wash your hair, shave, and clean your mouth. Although your face is still ugly, at least it doesn’t stink anymore.

They make do with each other, and it's pretty good to have a woman by their side to train her, so Yang Ruoqing wants to recommend her to Xiaoqin.

Here, after hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Xiaoqin quickly said: "No, no, how could I dislike Brother Damo for being ugly? To put it bluntly, the man's appearance doesn't matter."

"What a man needs is a warm heart and a sense of responsibility." Xiaoqin said thoughtfully.

"Really? You feel the same way? How about I go back and feel Brother Damo's thoughts?" Yang Ruoqing said a little excitedly.

Xiaoqin quickly shook her head, "Qing'er, don't do this, I don't want to."

"Why don't you think about it anymore?" Yang Ruoqing asked a little puzzled, "Didn't you just say that a man's appearance doesn't matter, as long as he has a good heart?"

Xiaoqin said: "I don't dislike Brother Damo's appearance, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to live with him."

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded. What kind of logic is this?

Please forgive me for being preconceived by Luo Fengtang since I first fell in love. I don't have much experience in love at all, so I am a little unsure about these twists and turns between men and women.

Xiaoqin continued: "Brother Damo is a good person and has a kind heart, but I am not worthy of him."

"I am a widow with two children. I can't marry outside, and my children can't change their surnames. Even if I really want to find a man, I still have to find a son-in-law, because I swore an oath in front of Daping's grave."

"I will hold up this family for him, prop up the door, and will not cut off the incense. I will also provide for his mother to live in her old age. I can't break my oath."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Then let Brother Damo come to your house to marry into your family. I see that he likes your two girls so much that he will definitely be willing to support the family with you."

Xiaoqin said: "No, it's too unfair to him, and I heard him talk about the situation at his home."

"His parents died early, and they were also hard-working people. The three little brothers grew up together."

"Last year his eldest brother died, and his sister-in-law's children did not survive. There was no life left in the mountains, so he took his third brother Xiaomo and came out of the mountains to join Qing'er,"

"Brother Damo is pathetic enough, how can I tie him to my widow's boat?"

"The money he has worked so hard to earn should be used on his wife and son, instead of helping me, a widow, raise a daughter. The daughter is not his yet..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Oh, don't think so much about it. It's embarrassing this and that."

"Just like me, if Brother Damo is willing to come over and live with you, do you dare to accept it?"

Xiaoqin's face turned red, she sat there with her head lowered, and whispered: "Don't go and find out, maybe they have no idea about me as a widow at all, they just pity my two daughters and treat them well!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Nothing in this world is good for no reason. Brother Damo must have some ideas. Otherwise, there are so many poor children in the village who don't have enough to eat. Why would he give food to your two girls?"

Xiaoqin fell silent, her head buried even lower, and her redness spread all the way to the back of her ears and neck.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing understood.

This means not refusing. Xiaoqin's attitude made Yang Ruoqing feel confident.

…

When Yang Ruoqing found Damo, Damo was weeding in the backyard.

It's late autumn, winter is about to begin, and all these grasses are withered.

Da Mo was waving the hatchet there and making a squeaking sound. The cut grass was neatly stacked on the side. When the warm autumn sun took off the moisture, it would be taken back to Yang Ruoqing's horses and mules.

Making fodder is the best.

Damo was mowing the grass and thinking about it in his mind. He went out to the mountains in February and March. He spent most of the year looking for something to do outside the mountains, and Qing'er was always taking care of him.

The job of guarding the school was easy and lucrative. Damo knew that this was Qing'er's special care.

He had nothing to repay, he could only start from these small things, and if he could provide a little help to Qing'er, just a little.

"Brother Damo, are you busy?"

Yang Ruoqing walked over with a smile and said hello to him.

Damo stood up and grinned: "Qing'er, when did you come here?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "I just came here. I went to Xiaoqin's room to sit for a while. I came here to see you again."

"Hehe," Damo grinned and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"I'm a big old man, ugly and smelly, what's so good about me?" he said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled, handing over a bowl with tea in it, "My brother Damo is so good-looking, a good person, and has a good heart!"

Da Mo was even more embarrassed, and his tanned face was a little red.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Brother Damo, please take a few sips of tea first and come here to rest for a while. I have some heart-felt words to say to you!"

"Oh? Okay, okay!"

Damo put down his hatchet, took the tea bowl and took a few sips, then the two of them sat down next to the flower bed.

Damo sat and Yang Ruoqing stood.

At this time, the sound of students reading loudly came from the classroom in the front yard. This was the last class. School was over after this class, and today's study ended here.

"Qing'er, what do you want to say to me? Tell me, Brother Damo is listening!"

Damo drank a few sips of tea and felt that his dry throat felt much better, so he said.

Yang Ruoqing looked around and made sure no one was passing by at this moment, so she whispered to Brother Damo: "Brother Damo, I want to ask you, do you want to start a family? Have children?"

Da Mo was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to scratch his head in embarrassment.

"Hey, don't scratch your head, your scalp will fall into the teacup!" Yang Ruoqing reminded her quickly.
Chapter completed!