Where does Dong Pai need to go to the toilet? He entered the house and went straight to the kitchen where the pots and pans were making a concerto. He walked tiptoe behind Bao Maoying, who was chopping vegetables with her apron tied around her waist. He suddenly coughed lightly, attracting Bao Maoying's attention. Bao Maoying followed the sound. Looking over his shoulder, he looked surprised. She said, I heard such small footsteps and thought it was a cat sneaking over. How could it be you? What are you here for?
I was done and wanted to beg for a drink of water. Dong Pai said with a smile. He held his chin with one hand, no, covered it. He didn't want Bao Maoying to see the few white beards growing on his chin.
Bao Maoying didn't like him at all. She stuck her mouth towards the water tank by the wall and said there is water there. You can take the ladle and scoop the water yourself!
Dong Pai really hoped that Bao Maoying would take a ladle and ladle water for him to drink, but his hope was in vain. In fact, he was not thirsty, but in order to show it to Bao Maoying, he actually picked up the water ladle and took a few sips of water. He stood next to Bao Maoying, who was still chopping vegetables, and said, "Your lost and unwanted one." I washed and folded the flower handkerchief and kept it in my home. I regard it as a token you gave me. In order to repay you, I plan to buy you a gold ring to wear on my hand.
Bao Maoying stopped chopping vegetables, raised her eyebrows and said to him, "You are talking nonsense, who wants your gold ring?"
Dong Pai was afraid of causing trouble, and also worried that his conversation with Bao Maoying would be overheard by Bao Yongshi and his wife who were about to enter the house, so he whispered, "It's all my heart." Then he turned around and left the kitchen, then walked through the main room and came to the yard. He saw Bao Yongshi standing in front of a pile of firewood and said to him, Dong Pai, can we discuss it with you?
Brother Bao, tell me. Any discussion can be resolved. Dong Pai said.
I want to borrow your chicken bus to transport all the firewood piled in the yard to Jinse City and sell it for money, okay? Bao Yongshi asked, fully expecting him to agree, but he heard Dong Pai say, that won't work. Bao Yongshi thought, isn't he very good and friendly to our family? Why did I become a pee just after I came out of the toilet?
I'll help your family sell all the bundles of firewood. Can't I count the money to you then? As soon as Dong Pai said this. Bao Yongshi said with a cheerful smile, wouldn't that be better?
Why are you so nice to our family? Qu Xiaolan couldn't help but ask him directly. Dong Pai said in his heart: I just like your daughter Bao Maoying, that's why I'm so kind to your family. But I couldn't say this directly, so he said it vaguely. I don't know why he is so nice to your family. Maybe it’s a kind of fate!
Dong Pai kept his word, and within three to five days, he used his chicken bus to push all the firewood bundles piled like mountain bags in the yard of the Bao Yong family to the streets of Jinse City for sale. , and without spending a penny, he gave all the thousands of yuan he got to Bao Yongshi, who was with the car as a guarantee.
Of course, Bao Yongshi and Dong Pai also took turns pushing the wheelbarrow filled with firewood bundles on the way, so that they could feel more relaxed. The two of them talked a lot together, but Bao Yongshi still wanted to ask why he was so good to their family. Dong Pai always talked about it and was inconvenient to tell him. Bao Yongshi didn't force him to ask, and was very grateful to him in his heart. When we were on the street, I asked him to come to a restaurant to have something to eat. Dong Pai declined and gave me the reason, "Brother Bao, if I accept your invitation to eat, am I still helping your family?" Do you want me to pass on the effort I put in like a discount? Then I won't do it.
However, Bao Yongshi always felt that he owed Dong Pai and would not want his help in the future. He used Dong Pai to bring him the money from selling firewood, which also increased his business awareness. He used the money from selling firewood to buy a new chicken bus, and he also used the chicken bus to transport firewood cut from the mountains to the streets every three to five days. Sell. In this way, he became busy. In order to make more money, he and his wife got up early and went to the mountains every day to cut firewood and do business, so there was no time to stop.
It was almost noon that day. Bao Maoying, who was still cooking at home, suddenly heard footsteps. She was washing vegetables and looked up. Dong Pai walked into the kitchen again for some reason. With a smile on his face, he picked up the He showed up a bright little thing and said, Mao Ying, I cut a hundred loads of firewood these days and sold it on the street for money, and bought you a gold ring as a gift.
Bao Maoying said I didn’t want it and kept waving her hands. Dong Pai put the gold ring on the kitchen table. Bao Maoying said, you'd better take it away, otherwise, my parents will still have to return it to you when they come back. It will be embarrassing to give it back to you then. After hearing what she said, Dong Pai had no choice but to pick up the ring and turn around to leave. When he reached the door, he turned back and said, Mao Ying, I bought this gold ring for you, and I will give it to you sooner or later.
When Bao Maoying saw him leaving, she kept muttering in her heart: Don't even think about it. You are so old, as old as my parents, that you could have given birth to me. What do you mean by giving me a ring? What a toad that wants to eat swan meat! You daydream!
Dong Pai did not give up. Instead of going home directly, he went to a nearby village to buy a basket of eggs for a particularly eloquent matchmaker - known as Kuaizui Matchmaker. The fast-talking matchmaker is fat and her eyes narrow into slits when she smiles.
At this moment, she accepted the small gift, looked at Dong Pai, who was a bit dull and didn't talk much, smiled slightly, and asked, "What kind of thing are you looking for?" Is it a dead man or a divorced one? Are they of the same age, older or younger? Dong Pai shook his head desperately, and then summoned up the courage to say, as a matchmaker, the woman I am looking for is neither a dead man nor a divorced woman, nor is she of the same age, older or younger. Let me tell you clearly, I want to find a yellow girl.
The quick-talking matchmaker glanced at Dong Pai's black and white mustache and snorted, "That's hard!" She pushed the basket of eggs she had just put on the table towards Dong Pai - take this gift away! Although I have been a matchmaker for thousands of years and can talk about water so that it can light a lamp, there is a prerequisite. I don't think you look like a rich person in your coarse clothes. Of course, rich people can also pretend to be poor.
Let me ask you, do you have a million yuan in savings? If you are a millionaire, it doesn't matter if you are old. Within two or three days, I can find several young ladies for you to choose from.
Dong Pai whispered, "I don't have much money." I only spent a few hundred yuan to buy a gold ring. I wanted to give it to a girl, but she didn't want it, so I came to ask you, a famous matchmaker within dozens of miles, to help me match it. Then he took out a multi-layered floral handkerchief from the purse of his coarse cloth jacket.
He slowly opened it, and a gold ring appeared on the innermost layer. The matchmaker Kuaizui looked at him for a moment and asked him which village the girl was from, what her name was, and whose daughter she was. Dong Pai said that the girl was from Baozhuang, her name was Bao Maoying, and she was Bao Yongshi's daughter.
oops! Don't mention her. The quick-talking matchmaker shook her head as she spoke - last time a young man fell in love with her and asked me to match him. But it was all in vain, because Bao Maoying was so high-pitched! She thought the young man was a little short and refused. I have been a matchmaker for decades, but this time I failed, which almost ruined my reputation as a "quick-tongued matchmaker". Now I see that you are even shorter than that young man. Not only are you shorter, you are old and dark. To put it bluntly, you are half buried in the ground. Will a young girl like you want you?
Even if the young lady is stupid and wants you, her master will not agree. You want me to help you arrange this marriage, don't you want me to send this old face to be kicked in the ass? never mind! never mind! You take this basket of eggs away. Even if I am a god, I can't help you with this.
