Chapter 233: Chapter 231: Persuasion (4000+) _3
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At this point, Zhuang Roman had no other choice but to lean against the large tung tree and take a brief rest.
The matter of growing beans was definitely not as simple as it seemed.
Zhuang Jingye, the village chief, always had a reason behind his early mornings, there must have been a benefit behind this decision.
Additionally, Zhuang Ruman was completely certain that Zhuang Qingning was involved in this matter, given how cheerfully Zhuang Jingye was speaking with her earlier.
These days, because of Zhuang Qingningâs tofu place, Zhuang Jingye would do anything she asked. He would never deny her anything she requested.
If that was the caseâŠ
No matter what, he had to make things difficult for Zhuang Qingning!
Even if Zhuang Qingning wasnât directly behind this, it didnât matter. He would still make things hard for Zhuang Jingye.
Who was to blame for the disturbance in the townâs school, which almost ruined Zhuang Yuanrenâs chance to study in the countyâs government school? If Zhuang Yuanren hadnât been exceptionally talented, the teacher wouldnât have been willing to waste his potential, and Zhuang Jingye would have destroyed it.
Zhuang Ruman had been keeping this grudge, looking for an opportunity to teach Zhuang Jingye a lesson, wasnât this the perfect chance?
With this in mind, Zhuang Ruman trudged back to his house with a heavy heart.
He hastily gulped down a bowl of tasteless sweet potato noodle pancakes, and as soon as Zhuang Ruman put the bowl down, he headed out the door.
âMaster, where are you off to now? Youâve been busy all morning, wonât you rest a bit?â Mrs. Song called after him, holding a bowl.
Zhuang Ruman couldnât be bothered to respond, he just kept walking, and soon disappeared from the doorway.
Mrs. Song stamped her foot in annoyance, âThat man, his injury hasnât even healed. Instead of resting a little, heâs always running around. Canât he take care of himself?â
âWhy do you care where he goes, mom? Let him go wherever he wants. I think we should keep quiet, to avoid another quarrel.â Zhuang Qinghe sneered.
âWhat a way to speak, heâs your father, show some respect. Youâve got no manners.â Mrs. Song shot Zhuang Qinghe an unhappy look, âNow clean up the bowls and fetch a bucket of water.â
Faced with Mrs. Songâs rebuke, Zhuang Qinghe was full of resentment, âHe doesnât treat me as a daughter, why should I treat him as my father?â
âYouâre speaking nonsense. If you continue like this, I wonât step in when your father disciplines you next time.â Mrs. Song usually doted on Zhuang Qinghe, but lately Zhuang Qingheâs disrespectful behavior towards Zhuang Ruman was becoming more and more evident. It was even starting to annoy Mrs. Song, who was devoted to Zhuang Ruman, âYouâre not a child anymore, you should know better.â
âHow can you say I donât understand? Itâs father whoâs in the wrong. Look at this marriage issue. I like Brother Wencheng. Why canât we propose a marriage to his family? Why propose to some other family?â
âThe families you suggest, either theyâre too old or too ugly. Who are these people? I think you and dad only care about the size of the betrothal gift, thinking about selling off your daughter!â
Zhuang Qinghe struggled to hold back her tears, âMom said you love me, but you never think about me. Is this what you call love? I refuse to marry into a family like that!â
âFoolish girl, what do you know!â
Every time Zhuang Qinghe brought up this topic, it gave Mrs Song a headache.
Ever since Zhuang Ruman brought up the topic of arranging a marriage for Zhuang Qinghe, Mrs. Song had been seeking a matchmaker to handle this matter.
Following Zhuang Rumanâs instructions, she had considered several families of good circumstances, but didnât find any that completely satisfied her, so she decided to continue looking.
However, Zhuang Qinghe was always preoccupied with Zhuang Wencheng, often causing a fuss about the arranged marriage, making every day restless. A few days ago, Zhuang Ruman grew tired of her nagging and gave Zhuang Qinghe a good thrashing, only then did she quieten down a bit.
Today, as soon as Zhuang Ruman left the house, Zhuang Qinghe started talking about the topic again.
With patience, Mrs. Song said, âWhy do we want a family with a high betrothal gift? Isnât it to evaluate their wealth? If they can provide a large betrothal gift, it means theyâre wealthy, and you would have a comfortable life after marriage, right?â
âIf the family mentally calculates even five taels of silver, wouldnât you be eating bran and vegetables after marrying in? Isnât your mom doing this for you? What else could it be?â
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âStop complaining about their appearances or age. Marriage life depends on money, not looks. Can handsome looks be rationed for meals? Canât you understand even this?â
âLook at Xinghua, whoâs two years older than you, and Qingmei too. One got married as the second wife to an older man, the other married a man she fancies. Now look at Xinghua whoâs always lavished with delicacies, even has a maid attending to her every need. Isnât her life the epitome of comfort?â
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