, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Uncle Luo, getting married is a major event in your life. You make the decision yourself. It's hard for others to say anything."
Yang Ruoqing said finally.
"Then when do you plan to do things? Anyway, I have to send a letter to Tangyazi telling him this." She said.
Blacksmith Luo raised his head with excitement, "I haven't discussed with the Ma family yet when we will do the work."
"Although she is a widow, I still want the matchmaker to marry her and let her marry into the old Luo family in a glorious manner." Blacksmith Luo said.
No one around him said a word, leaving him alone to do the math.
"Qing'er and Tang Yazi's new home is being built. According to this progress, they will be able to live in it in more than three months."
"If you can live in your new home, you two will also get married."
"As an uncle, I am an elder. No matter what, I have to welcome your aunt into the house before you get married..."
Aunt?
Yang Ruoqing turned her face away.
Thinking of Ma's scheming face makes me want to vomit.
"Father, mother, please talk to Uncle Luo. I'm going back to the house to write a letter to Tang Yazi."
After saying these words, Yang Ruoqing went straight back to the backyard.
Sitting at the desk, spreading out the paper, I didn't know how to write for a long time.
I felt a little irritable.
She trusts her instincts.
When Mr. Ma comes in, the old Luo family will no longer be peaceful.
However, there are some things that we know that bad results are about to happen, but we are unable to reverse them.
She made a lot of efforts to stop it.
Advised.
He even went to Ma's house with his father, Yang Huazhong, and brought back Blacksmith Luo.
However, Ma's methods were still underestimated.
That pair of nose-shaped trousers that are said to be blacksmith Luo's "spots", hey!
She shook her head, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the first stroke on the paper as white as snow...
…
The next day, Blacksmith Luo left all the work on the construction site to Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming.
I hurriedly went to Majia Village to discuss marriage.
"Brother Luo is smiling so hard that he can't close his mouth. Why are you so happy? Did you get some money?"
Yang Huaming looked at Blacksmith Luo's leaving figure and joked.
Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips and said, "People feel good when happy events happen. Tang Yazi and I are going to have more than one aunt."
"Ah?" Yang Huaming's eyes widened.
"Which girl is she from?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing said: "From Majia Village."
"Oh, this is a good thing. Brother Luo won't have to be a bachelor anymore!" Yang Huaming said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled, didn't say much, and turned around to do her own thing.
What kind of person is Ma, and things like nose-shaped pants?
These are all secrets shared between Yang Ruoqing and Blacksmith Luo.
Even if it's her fourth uncle, Yang Ruoqing won't reveal the slightest bit of information.
…
At night, Blacksmith Luo came to Yang Ruoqing's house in a hurry again.
"The Ma brothers and sisters are really easy-going people who are easy to discuss!"
As soon as Blacksmith Luo sat down on the stool, he couldn't help but sigh.
"As soon as I mentioned the matter of my nephew getting married, people immediately considered it for me."
"Everything about marriage should be kept simple."
"You don't need a penny of betrothal gift from me, and you don't need three wedding gifts. All you need is to give the girl a set of festive clothes on the wedding day."
"In total, the twenty-sixth of this month is a good day. Then I'll pick Ma up to have a 'break-in' with him."
"That's it. Let's find a good day to marry her before August and that's it."
Yang Huazhong's family listened in silence.
Now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing more to say.
"Today's number is twenty. Oops, we have to pass in five or six days."
"What about that, Mother Qing'er, come back later and I plan to set up a table of wine and food to invite relatives and friends, so you all have to go!"
Blacksmith Luo extended a sincere invitation.
Sun smiled and nodded: "I will definitely go."
Blacksmith Luo looked at Yang Ruoqing with a smile: "What, have you written to Tang Yazi?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "They've all been sent out."
Blacksmith Luo nodded: "I will send another one later. If he is busy in the military camp this time and cannot spare time, he will not come back."
"When we get married next month, let him find some time to come back for a banquet!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Well, I will convey your wishes to uncle."
Blacksmith Luo went home satisfied.
…
"Hey, Brother Luo is such a pitiful person. He is more worried about getting married than anything else!"
Sun sighed softly.
"I am now hoping that the Bodhisattva will bless that Mr. Ma so that he can be impressed by Brother Luo after entering the house and live peacefully with him!" Ms. Sun said again.
Yang Huazhong also shook his head and sighed.
"Now that everything has turned into cooked rice, we can only congratulate you."
…
The news that Blacksmith Luo was getting married soon swept through the whole village like a hurricane.
Wherever there are people, people are talking about it.
The forty-year-old bachelor married a young widow fifteen years younger than him.
The nephew is getting married, and the uncle is also getting married. For the two of them to be groomsmen together, it's very strange even in villages ten miles away!
Blacksmith Luo was busy running to town to prepare things for the wedding and the wedding.
Most of the time people don’t stay in the village.
This time, it was very painful for Yang Ruoqing.
No matter where I go in the village, I will be grabbed and questioned by the ladies and aunts.
Everyone is very curious about Mr. Ma. Why did they fall in love with Blacksmith Luo?
Yang Huazhong and Sun were also miserable.
Working in the fields, picking vegetables in the vegetable garden, washing vegetables by the pond...
A lot of people came over to inquire and inquire.
…
In a blink of an eye, it was the night of August 25th.
Because tomorrow, the twenty-sixth, is the day that Mr. Ma has been scheduled to come to visit.
Blacksmith Luo was so excited that he came over at night to discuss the matter with Yang Huazhong's family.
If you want to get married through marriage, you need a matchmaker.
Since Mr. Ma is a widow and has remarried, both parties plan to keep a low profile.
Blacksmith Luo still felt that he could not wrong the Ma family, so he asked Ma Dafu to find a matchmaker in Majia Village.
On his own side, Blacksmith Luo wanted Yang Huazhong to be the matchmaker.
Yang Huazhong had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept this job.
So this night, Blacksmith Luo came over to talk about this matter.
When it was over, Blacksmith Luo returned to the village in the dark.
When he arrived at the door of the yard, he looked up at the three dark rooms in front of him.
Usually when I come back at night and see these three dark rooms, I feel a sense of sadness in my heart.
But tonight, he was happy.
Because after a while, when he comes back at night, a light will be lit in this room.
That's his wife waiting for him.
Then I will have two more babies.
My wife and children are on the hot bed, and just thinking about it makes me feel alive!
He hummed a little tune and was about to push open the courtyard door.
A black shadow flashed out from under the corner over there.
A lowered voice came over: "Brother Luo!"
Blacksmith Luo was startled for a moment, then turned around to follow the sound.
Under the night, a woman stood next to the corner.
Blacksmith Luo recognized the person at a glance.
"Brother and sister Cuilian?"
