Chapter 8: gossip

A copper coin in this era is about the same as one yuan in modern times. It can buy a big meat bun, two white-faced steamed buns, and four rough-faced steamed buns. Save it, it is enough for a baby's daily rations. For the stingy Liu, it is a A rare "big deal".

"Looks..."

Xiao Zhuzi scratched his head, suddenly didn't know how to describe it, and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"Oh, you kid, what do you have to say about what you look like?"

Mrs. Liu was in a hurry, because all the hard work of this copper coin was spent, and she knew the result.

"Isn't it small and cute?"

Li Haitang felt that the shopkeeper of the rice and grain shop had a lot of oil and water, so since he could afford a maid to serve him, it would not be too bad, at least she was a fair and clean lady.

Xiaozhu shook his head, his expression seemed a little strange.

"What's that like?"

Now, Mrs. Liu became even more curious, and Xiao Zhuzi had been gone for nearly a quarter of an hour. After such a long time, she must be able to see the whole picture of the bride.

"I saw the groom entering the new house, so I leaned against the window and dared not speak."

Xiao Zhuzi was seven or eight years old, and he was a little ignorant about getting married. His mother said that when he grows up, marry him a good-looking wife from ten miles and eight villages.

"Oh? What did you say?"

Mrs. Liu was suffering from a heartache for a copper coin. When she heard this, she was as excited as if she had been beaten with chicken blood. She pulled a small pillar and stood under the wall, with her ears upright, persuasively saying, "Just learn it once."

"Xianxian, if you get a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for!"

Xiao Zhuzi suddenly recited a sentence to Mrs. Liu dryly. Of course, it was so polite that he, who couldn't read big characters, couldn't understand the meaning at all.

"puff…"

Li Haitang almost burst out laughing, with the background music of Yijianmei, imagining the appearance of a scumbag, she rubbed her belly and told herself to be calm, there is no time to laugh at others now, after all, she is not a free agent yet.

"It is the girl who married the shopkeeper of the rice grain shop. Widow Sun's son is very satisfied."

After all, Mrs. Liu is an adult. This sentence is frequently seen by theatrical troupe singing, so she can generally understand it.

"What does the bride look like? You can see her face!"

Widow Sun's son valued her so much. Could it be that she is more beautiful than his niece Haitang? Mrs. Liu didn't quite believe this.

Li Haitang's appearance is not like that of the Li family, but she is the same as her dead mother, even more beautiful, even wearing patched clothes, it is difficult to conceal her elegance.

It stands to reason that such a beautiful girl should have discussed marriage a long time ago, but everyone in the village is very dutiful and conservative in thinking. They think that if their son marries a beautiful daughter-in-law, he will be confused and alienated from his family.

Furthermore, Li Haitang's skin is tender and fleshy, and she doesn't look like someone who can work. If she marries in, it's like inviting in a big Buddha.

"You son of a bitch, why do you speak so bluntly? Just say who you look like!"

Mrs. Liu stomped her feet anxiously, she really wanted to hear the following, but Xiao Zhuzi's face was flushed, and she couldn't find an adjective to make her slap her thigh anxiously, "For example, like me, or like your mother, or... "

"Like... like my father!"

Xiao Zhuzi tilted his head, thought for a while, and finally came to a positive conclusion.

"Cough cough cough!"

Liu Shi was swallowing, and almost choked on her own saliva again. She smoothed her chest with her hand, and then picked out her ears. Thinking that she had heard wrong, she said loudly, "What? Like your father?"