The joke that Mrs. Zuo said made Yang Ruoqing and Sun laugh.

"This son-in-law is stupid, even more stupid than the one who tied his feet with a rope before." Sun said.

Wang Cuilian also said, "I don't know what kind of family is willing to marry her daughter to such a fool as a wife. Alas, it can be seen that this daughter is really not welcome in her parents' home!"

Sun said: "If I really don't like it, my mother-in-law wouldn't ask my son-in-law to bring eggs and noodles back to eat for my daughter. There is also the father-in-law in the previous briefing show, and he would invite a silly son-in-law to sit on the table for the meal. It can be seen that he is still favored!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Or maybe this stupid son-in-law has money, so he is favored. Otherwise, he is stupid and poor, and it will be difficult to marry a wife."

The discussion here ended with the sound of silk and bamboo orchestrals coming from the stage in front.

"The good show is about to begin. This show is a very festive show, and the five girls are asked to celebrate their birthday." Yang Ruoqing said.

So everyone was so tactful that they stopped talking and began to watch the show seriously.

It is probably not the first time that Sun and Wang Cuilian watch the five daughters celebrate their birthday. Last year, the first month of the previous year, this drama was on the list of must-orders.

But women like Sun and Wang Cuilian were very strange. They listened to each other every year, and seemed to be the first time they heard it every year, with relish.

Yang Ruoqing was a little bored, but her face was not revealed at all, but her eyes couldn't help but sweep around the heads of the people gathered around her.

Then, the figures of the mother and daughter of the Liu family were scanned.

Two stools with backrests were sitting with Mu Zichuan's two aunts.

The two aunts' respective daughters-in-law and daughter were sitting next to the long stool beside them, and Liu Douko was also among them.

The last time I saw Liu Doukou was at Zichuan Niang's 100-day memorial. Yang Ruoqing clearly remembered that Liu Doukou also came.

Later, I didn’t see you two months later. When I saw you again this time, Liu Doukou seemed to become more beautiful and brighter than that year ago.

Perhaps because of the Chinese New Year, she changed her previous elegant style, took off her white gauze skirt, and changed into a red satin pomegranate long skirt.

The cloudy hair tied up the full-bodied bun, with a bright hairpin on it, and the little white flower turned into a bright red rose.

Among the crowd, it was very dazzling, attracting many men who had become families from far and near. The men who had not started family looked out and looked at each other, which also attracted many women to envy and jealousy.

However, Liu Douko didn't seem to care about these things. The slightly raised corners of her lips seemed to be very helpful to this kind of attention-oriented feeling.

Of course, whether it is the men's eyes that look at beautiful women or the women's eyes that are jealous of beautiful women, they can only look at them from a distance from a distance, but cannot come forward to talk to them.

Because behind and on both sides of the Liu family mother and daughter were servants and servants standing.

These servants stood in the crowd with wariness, while the servants had wide arms and round waists, and Kong Wu was powerful.

The wife, young and grandmother of the Liu family and the ladies went to the village to watch a show, making these servants and wives so nervous that they were facing a great enemy and never dared to relax.

"Whose wife is that?"

Mrs. Zuo's inquiry suddenly came into Yang Ruoqing's ears.

Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze and found that Mrs. Zuo also noticed the Liu family.

"It's Mu Zichuan's two aunts and cousin-in-law and cousin." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Zuo didn't say anything, her eyes fell on Liu Doukou, and she looked at her, with a faint appreciation and smile in her eyes.

It seems that he is very interested in Liu Doukou.

Thinking of Zuo Junmo's marriage and what Mrs. Zuo said to come to see the girl here in person, Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows tightened.

But he said calmly: "The people from the Liu family had not come to watch the show yesterday. I guess Zichuan took it today."

"After all, the Liu family is not only Zichuan's uncle's family now, but also the future Dongyue Taishan."

Old Mrs. Zuo looked up in surprise, a hint of surprise and surprise flashed through her eyes.

"You mean, Zichuan has made a marriage? Did he kiss his uncle's family?" asked Mrs. Zuo.

I heard Zuo Junmo talk about Mu Zichuan many times before, and Mrs. Zuo had long heard that the talented and beautiful Tanhualang was like his silly son Junmo in marriage.

Unexpectedly, this old lady Zuo was caught in the trouble, and she was surprised and relieved from the bottom of her heart.

"Can Zichuan's fiancée be there?" Mrs. Zuo asked again, looking at the Liu family again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Of course, it's the one in the red pomegranate long skirt."

She pointed Liu Doukou to Mrs. Zuo, "That girl is the daughter of Zichuan's uncle. She is seventeen years old this year and has a beautiful name for Doukou."

"Their marriage was given by my godmother last year when she was still alive. Both sides held a banquet to recognize their relatives. Now we are waiting for the filial piety period to pass and the two will get married."

Mrs. Zuo looked at Liu Doukou and couldn't help but murmured: "That girl is really as her name suggests, she looks good. Look at her and the wives and ladies she has with are all dressed in decent clothes. What kind of business does the family do?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Merchant House."

These days, the social status of scholars, farmers, industry and businessmen is actually not very high.

Often, those literati and official families look down on the children of merchants when it comes to marriage.

However, compared with farmers and workers, merchants have no status in the eyes of those nobles, but merchants, especially those large merchants, are rich!

It takes money to manage some money in the officialdom, so many merchant daughters can still marry officials as wives, and everyone can get what they need.

"Zichuan's conditions are enough to marry a daughter from an official family as his wife, and he is still the daughter of a county magistrate," said Mrs. Zuo.

"This cousin is very close to his parents. It is because Zichuan is a filial son, and he fulfills his mother's wish." Mrs. Zuo said again.

"This girl is beautiful and beautiful, and she is at the age of burning blooming. I hope she can become a virtuous wife and Zichuan to take care of her husband and children!"

After saying this, Mrs. Zuo stopped looking at Liu Doukou, but turned around and continued to watch the show.

Yang Ruoqing naturally understood the meaning of Mrs. Zuo's words. Mu Zichuan married Liu Doukou, which was of no help to Mu Zichuan's career.

So Liu Douko is completely a high-spirited person. I hope Liu Douko can be grateful and live a down-to-earth life in the future.

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief. If she didn't tell Liu Doukou about her marriage, she might have a look at her and would have a red thread to Zuo Junmo.

That really hurt Zuo Junmo. Fortunately, this fire pit was filled by Mu Zichuan, haha...

The Liu family.

Liu Doukou hummed and sang the opera on the stage with his left ear and his right ear. Although she looked at the stage directly in front of her, her heart was no longer here.

After a while, she whispered something to Liu's mother beside her. Liu's mother, who was excited to listen to the opera, nodded, and Liu Doukoo quickly got up and left.

Behind him was a close maid, and a servant who was stronger than ordinary men.
Chapter completed!