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Zhang Yi listened to the sporadic rain outside, recalling what he had encountered in his life, he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more obvious.
He took a mouthful of Sachima and showed a surprised expression: "Si'er, where did you buy it? This is too delicious!"
Xiaosi smiled lightly: "Uncle, the company issued it, I took two yuan at random, and I'll give you a taste by the way."
The two sat opposite each other, slowly drinking tea and talking about the past.
"When I was young, I was the pride of the whole family and the only college student in the village" Zhang Yi recalled, his tone slow.
The young man listened in silence, his eyes widened in surprise.
After Zhang Yi graduated, he originally wanted to stay and work in a big city, but unexpectedly, that tall first-tier city was not very tolerant of him as an outsider; he didn't like the company that was willing to accept him.
In a fit of anger, he packed up his bedding and went home.
There is a school in the village, which is a middle school jointly run by several villages. As soon as he graduated as a college student, he was naturally hired as a teacher of various subjects.
On this day, Zhang Yi packed several books and was about to go to the middle school in the east of the village to teach, but his old mother stopped him: "Son, do you still have classes this afternoon?"
In the 1980s, people's clothes were quite simple, but Zhang Yi was very particular. He had a parted hair that didn't fit in with the villagers, and he even wore a pair of flared trousers that young people in the city liked.
Zhang Yi is of medium build, wearing flared trousers, the trousers are a little sweeping, and the ground in the countryside was not made of much cement at that time, so there was always some muddy water on it.
He put down the textbook tucked under his arm, took out a small round mirror and a plastic comb from his pocket, and in the midst of his busy schedule, combed his bipartite hair more docilely, and replied, "Mom, I'm free this afternoon, what's the matter?" ah?"
Zhang Yi's parents gave birth to such a boy, and their eldest daughter was married to a farmer in the neighboring farm. Since Zhang Yi was a child, they have loved him in every possible way, and they were afraid of melting in their mouths.
The child studied in college for four years, and the old Zhang family was also talked about by the envious villagers for four years. Although Zhang Yi's parents owed a lot of debts, they felt unspeakable joy in their hearts.
It's just that I never expected that the threshold in this big city is high, and the baby didn't stay, and went home in despair.
How to do it? Days still have to go on day by day.
Gradually, Zhang Yi's sense of superiority after graduating from university slowly faded away, and the second boy in the next door family all had children, but the favored son of his family hadn't married a wife yet.
"Hey, your sister's Zhuangzi, the daughter of the Li family is not too young. Two days ago, my mother found a matchmaker. They said that if they have time this afternoon, they would go and talk about it. But they asked the man to be there, so we have to meet and talk about it." " Zhang Yin's mother has worked hard for many years, and she looks much older than she actually is.
Zhang Yi glared at his old lady impatiently: "What age is this! I still need to find a matchmaker to talk about marriage, don't go!"
"Good boy, don't be disobedient. Mother gave the matchmaker an old hen this time! That's the old reed hen that lays the most eggs in our family, so she promised to introduce you to the most handsome girl in Lizhuang!" As a mother, she uses reason to move emotion.
Zhang Yi stepped out of the door, and when he heard the word "most handsome", he asked with great interest, "What's this girl's name? Why don't you meet me in the afternoon?"
In this morning's class, the children in the first year of high school found that the fashionable teacher Zhang was a little distracted, often in a daze, and didn't know what to think about.
After finally staying up until noon, Zhang Yi hurried home, the three of them finished the meal, and then excitedly said to his parents: "Let's go? People will say we are rude if we go late."
The old couple looked at each other knowingly and breathed a sigh of relief. I'm afraid that my beloved son doesn't even want to find a wife, so I will stop eating.
Zhang Yi's father was dull, especially unwilling to show his face in public. He said in a low voice: "When you meet the woman's house, what should you bring?"
"You can no longer give away hens, otherwise you won't be able to find a few eggs, and you can't sell them for money." Zhang Yi's mother said thoughtfully.
Zhang Yi pointed to a sack in the corner of the room: "Didn't you dig out a bag of peanuts yesterday?"
"Boy, then you can carry it on your back, let's leave quickly, it doesn't matter if your father doesn't go, don't say the wrong thing, and miss a major event." Zhang Yima ordered.
Unexpectedly, the son ignored her and walked to the front with his hands shaken.
Zhang Yi's old mother had no choice but to bend down and take a bag of flowers.?? Back up.
The two families met at the matchmaker's house. The matchmaker lives in Lizhuang, very close to Lao Li's family. Lao Li's family is an only daughter, who looks like a flower in the village.
The girl's heart was high, and she was delayed in picking and choosing, and her name was "Li Cuihua".
28-year-old Li Cuihua heard that the young man who came today was the only college graduate in the village next door. She was secretly delighted. Early in the morning, she combed her long braids smooth and put a rose flower on her temple.
Zhang Yi sat down at the Eight Immortals table at the matchmaker's house, only to see the village girl opposite. In all honesty, Li Cuihua's beauty in Li Zhuang is indeed one of the best, but Zhang Yi has been in the first-tier cities for four years, and there are so many beauties on campus. For Li Cuihua, he can give 80 points at most.
Cuihua's mother is a rural old woman with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. When she saw the mother and son enter the door, she sighed secretly: the mother and son didn't take anything valuable, but only a sack
Li Cuihua looked at Zhang Yi, who seemed to be a few years younger than herself, and was quite satisfied. This man had a straight face, and his clothes were neatly dressed, unlike those peasants who were buried all day long.
"The in-laws on both sides, sit down, sit down, and the children don't have to restrain themselves, and talk more." The matchmaker put all her heart into helping the marriage, smiling until the walnut lines on her old face bloomed.
When Zhang Yi heard that the woman was three years older than him, he immediately felt a little unhappy. In order to save my mother's face, I left without turning around.
The polite words have been said, and the conditions of both parties have been placed on the table.
The mothers on both sides were a little dissatisfied, but they felt that this was the only way to make do.
Li Cuihua's mother finally showed her trump card: "We have raised this eldest daughter for 28 years. The ugly words must be the first, and the bride price is indispensable."
Zhang Yi's mother put on a smiling face and asked, "Mother-in-law, how much is it? Our child has only graduated for a year, and I haven't saved a few"
"Eight hundred yuan." Li Cuihua's mother said calmly.
Zhang Yi jumped up suddenly: "My salary is only 80 yuan a month. Your daughter can save her for the elderly! We can't afford it!" (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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