wear it lord god

First, we went to Aunt Zeng’s house. Eighty percent of the people in this village had the surname Zeng, and the wives of each family did not shout by their names, but by their husbands’ names.

There are still seniorities in the generation above, and it happens to be the turn of the "big" generation. The body owner's father is called Dafa, so the body owner's mother is called Aunt Dafa by other people in the village. Zeng Dacai's daughter-in-law is naturally called Aunt Dacai. .

The body owner's generation is the generation with the character "Yao", so he is named Yaozu. And the owner of the body...Hehe, the girl will get married sooner or later, and there is no need to enter the family tree, so she named her casually. In the village, if there is a girl in front of you, it is basically to recruit a younger brother, look forward to the younger brother, come younger brother, or look forward to younger brother. At most, "di" became "壣", but I thought the word "壣" had too many strokes and was not willing to use it.

What age is this? Xi Ning feels that even ancient planes are not like this. Sure enough, most of them make sense.

Aunt Dacai had introduced the marriage to the owner before. According to memory, she was going to the owner's house today to talk about matchmaking, so she went to have a meeting first.

With her sharp tongue, she forced Aunt Dacai to think that Zeng Dafa planned to raise the price of the gift to 2,880,000 yuan.

Aunt Dacai didn't believe it when she heard it: "Two, eight, eight, who can agree to this!"

"Who says it isn't?" Xining sighed: "But now there are few girls, and the bride price has increased. My brother will marry a wife in the future. Without this little money, how can this girl agree? So I went out to work for two years and earned a salary of two or three. I will send 3,000 yuan a month for a year. When I get a little older, and with the money I earn, my parents will be willing to pay 188. I also have no one to say, knowing that Auntie Dacai usually treats People are kind-hearted first, so I came here to tell you that I will go out to work tomorrow."

"Oh, this..." Aunt Dacai looked very embarrassed. She originally wanted to go to the matchmaker today to make peace with the son of a distant relative in her natal village. Fortunately, she didn't go, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to go.

It makes sense when you think about it. If the village were not poor and the girls were raised like grass, some villages only gave birth to boys, resulting in fewer and fewer girls. There would only be two or three girls out of ten boys, and the bride price would naturally increase.

That's the only thing that can be done now. It may not matter in two years. It may be true. Aunt Dacai comforted her: "It doesn't matter if you go out to work. When you come back, you will be in your early twenties, so you can get married."

Xining pretended to be an honest person who had been brainwashed since childhood: "Yes, Auntie Dacai, I hope my parents can do what they promised me and don't ask for too much. I also want to make more money, and my brother also wants more. Rely on me."

"You are such a good girl. How can any family give birth to a daughter like you? It's such a great virtue." The talented aunt sneered in her heart, what do people outside call this, Fu Di Mo. If you hear that you want to raise a younger brother, you will be scared away immediately, and only the men in this area dare to ask for it. Because I have seen it too much, I already know the way, that is, don't give it away. If you dare to steal the family's money, then beat it up. If you want a share, you can get back the betrothal gift. The betrothal gift is a one-time buyout.

After chatting a few more words and nibbling a handful of melon seeds, Xining walked out of Aunt Dacai's house. When I was thinking about which house to go to chat with, I saw Zhang's house located at the entrance of the village.

The Zhang family is one of the few families in the village whose surname is not Zeng. Their ancestors were remarried by the second daughter-in-law of one of their families, and their surnames were still the family's.

The eldest son of the two sons of the Zhang family had just been married for two years. When he got married, he built a one-story tile-roofed house with money sent back by his second son who was serving in the army. He said that he might go to the town to buy commercial housing in the future, and do some small business in the shop below, so that people can live in it, so he just tinkered with it a little, as long as it could be lived in.

Everyone in the village said that their family just found a good excuse to get a wife.

Later, I heard that being a soldier could earn 700 to 800 yuan a month. Many people were tempted, but they were reluctant to let their sons endure hardships. The Zhang family had two sons, so they sent the second son away while the eldest son was at home.

As for the owner of the body, she actually has a younger sister behind her. She feels that if she has another mouth, she may not be able to support her. She was given away in order to have a son. Either the third child is a boy, and I don’t know how many more will be given away, or... there are many dead girls in the village, and they are dug up and buried. No one knows how they died, so don’t think about it.

It's really funny to think about it. You are so poor that you can't even feed your children, but you still want a son. Is this place really in 2028? It feels the same as it did twenty, fifty, or even a hundred years ago. Xining thought for a while and then stepped into the Zhang family courtyard. The courtyard door here does not need to be closed during the day. On the one hand, it is so poor that there is nothing to steal. On the other hand, the village is small, and you can guess who took it.

"Aunt Zhang." She greeted as soon as she entered the hospital.

The Zhang family's aunt is in the yard, taking advantage of the good sunshine to bask in the sun while picking up the soles of her shoes. The women here can become mothers-in-law before they are forty years old, but they look older than those in the city who are fifty or sixty years old.

I was very surprised to see her coming, but I still greeted her warmly: "My daughter from a wealthy family, why are you here today?"

Sitting on the small wooden stool next to Aunt Zhang, Xining deliberately twisted the corners of his cotton-padded clothes with his fingers. This cotton-padded coat was made two years ago. It's all so gray that the original color can hardly be seen. These thick fingers, as well as cracked by frostbite, were almost unbearable: "Aunt Zhang, I'm going to the city to work tomorrow. There's something I want to do..."

"What's going on?" Aunt Zhang looked at her confusedly and hesitated: "Oh, tell me, do you want to scare Auntie to death?"

"Then I'll tell you." Xining pretended to be determined and lowered his voice: "Actually, I have liked Brother Erniu for a long time. Brother Erniu also said at that time that he would marry me when he returns from serving in the army."

"Huh?!" Aunt Zhang was startled, then happy, but immediately frowned.

The eldest son married a wife and ate up all the money in the family. The money sent back by the second son was used as a supplement. When the second son came back to marry a wife, he couldn't raise the money even though he was selling everything.

Xining could see clearly and knew what Aunt Zhang was thinking with her changeable expression, so she continued to whisper: "So I convinced my parents to work in the factory. Zeng Huzi was an assembly line worker in the factory, and everyone was provided with food and housing. At least 3,000 per month, and if you work hard overtime, you can earn 5,000 to 6,000 per month."

"I'm not afraid of hardship. I'll work overtime when the time comes. Three thousand a month will be sent to my parents, and the three thousand will be hidden secretly. When Brother Erniu comes back from retirement, plus his, won't it be enough?"

Aunt Zhang was overjoyed immediately, dropped the soles she was holding, and grabbed her thick hand: "Good girl, it's good that you have this heart. I will treat you as my own daughter in the future!"

Come on, the wife your eldest son married does not do housework every day and squats on the doorstep to eat with you. He is not at home now, probably carrying his eight-month-old son on his back to collect firewood in the woods next to the village. Fortunately, the first child was a boy, otherwise life would have been even more difficult.

Taking advantage of this moment, she lowered her head and held her breath. She suppressed her blush and looked shy: "I haven't seen Brother Erniu in two years, and I don't dare to let my family know. I want to go out this time..." think……"

Aunt Zhang stood up with a "huh": "Er Niu has been writing letters back. My good girl, you wait, I will get the envelope, there is an address on it."

After tinkering around in the room, he came out with an envelope with an address in his hand: "My aunt is not well-educated. You can ask Zeng Dajin's son next door for help. He has attended junior high school."

"It doesn't matter, I can ask when I get here." Xining glanced at the envelope, stuffed it into the pocket of his cotton coat, drew a few more cakes for Aunt Zhang, and told her not to tell anyone else, otherwise the owner's parents would stop her. If she pursues happiness, the Zhang family will lose a daughter-in-law.

Aunt Zhang nodded repeatedly and promised not to disclose it to outsiders. When she left, he stuffed her with a "huge sum" of fifty yuan, smiled from ear to ear, and walked her to the door.