The Duan family only has two grandchildren to live, even if they build a new yard and a new house, they don't ask anyone to help with the work.

The grandfather and grandson are both people who are used to living a hard life, they take turns to cook, and most of the clothes are washed by Duan Wanquan at home, as for cleaning up the yard, Old Man Duan can do it if he wants to, and if he doesn't want to do it, he just closes his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

But today is different, or these two days are different, everything in the courtyard is in good order, there is not a single leaf in the courtyard, even the doors and windows are polished.

Duan Wanquan looked at it at a glance and was upset for a while before settling down again.

He walked to the middle of the courtyard, and there was a sound of footsteps behind the house, and Duan Wanquan knew who it was without looking.

"Brother Quan, you, are you back?"

It's Wei Ying.

Duan Wanquan saw that she had changed into a waist-pinching autumn fragrance pigmented gown today, and her thin figure was a little more exquisite. It's just that she still has a handkerchief in her hand, her cuffs are rolled, and there is still some water in her hands, and she hasn't finished her work yet.

Also, how long has it been since no one cleaned up their house, how can the work be done in a day or two?

Duan Wanquan's eyes fell on Xiao Ying's cuffs. Xiao Ying was cleaning up the pots and pans in the back kitchen just now, and hurriedly came out after listening to the voice, the water on her hands had not been wiped clean, and her cuffs were rolled.

Will he be disgusted?

Her clothes are still the money that her mother took out to press the bottom of the box, and specially cut it out for her to wear, just to let her have a good appearance in front of her brother. It's just that she was too busy to sort it out just now.

Xiao Ying restrained herself and wanted to put down the towel and straighten out her clothes, but saw Duan Wanquan go straight over and go directly into the house.

Is he angry?

Xiao Ying's heart couldn't help but tighten.

She really has no choice!

Since that toss at home, there are only two acres of thin land left, where is the output? often can't eat, and the brothers can't marry a daughter-in-law, and my father wants to go back to Luting Village to find Muzi and them, but my mother is crying and grabbing the land, and my father can't wipe his face. The mother thought about marrying her and marrying her to an old butcher's house in the mountains!

The old butcher hunted a blind bear and sold it for a lot of money, and he didn't marry a daughter-in-law for many years, and now he has hope, who would have thought of falling in love with her!

Whenever Xiao Ying thought of the old butcher looking at her, like a blind bear looking at a sheep, she tossed in her stomach and wanted to vomit bile!

She cried in the house, refusing to see anyone, and her mother pinched her thigh when she entered the door, "Dead Nizi!" Don't you want to get married, do you want your father and brother to starve to death?! ”

"Let me tell you, the old butcher is old, and he doesn't know when he will die! You married him, and he died in a few years, and the family's earthen house, skins, and everything else are not all yours?! At that time, our family will be able to buy an extra acre of land, and life will be better?! ”

Xiao Ying couldn't care about the pain of being pinched in her thigh, and was shocked.

The old butcher died in a few years, and she became a widow, and her life would be better if she bought an extra acre of land at home, but what about her? To be a widow for the rest of your life, or to marry an old man again and wait for the old man to die?

And what if she had a baby?!

Xiao Ying's tears fell down, but the tears fell too much, and when she heard her mother's words, she became numb.

"I'm not married! Die and don't marry! She clenched her fists.

The mother slapped her in the face, "You don't marry? Where do we have food at home?! Are you still thinking about that Duan Wanquan?! We can't reach him with eight poles! ”

The mother also cried as she spoke, "If it weren't for that dead girl and Wei Muzi and Tian to show me a look, I thought about fighting for a breath, how could I fall for that matchmaker!" How good is the young owner of Song's restaurant, who would have thought that he would be blind and fall in love with Chunfang's fox! They're sure they're laughing at me! What can I do! Your two brothers can't be relied on, only if you get married, we can have a good life! ”

The mother lay on her and cried, but Xiaoying couldn't cry.

The family didn't have a good life, why did she want to come forward?!

What will she do in the future?!

"I don't marry the old butcher, I don't marry the old butcher!"

The mother didn't hit her this time, and suddenly pulled her up.

"Mother remembered something, that Duan Wanquan is not married yet! My little warbler, if you can marry him, our life will be better! Marry that kid, are you willing?! ”

Absolutely! When she was still in Luting Village, she was willing!

Xiao Ying was in a trance for a moment, "But how can people want me?" ”

The mother grabbed him hard, "We don't have any money, but you have good looks!" Much stronger than what Chunfang! You go to Duan's house to do work for their grandparents and grandchildren! When a man sees someone who is willing to take care of his house, he will naturally treat you differently! You serve with little care! Maybe he's willing to marry you?! ”

Running to work in other people's homes? Xiao Ying's scalp is numb when he thinks about it!

"What if he doesn't want to!"

The mother looked at her for a moment, "If you don't want to, we won't suffer a loss!" Let him take the silver! The mother said, as if she had also discovered the wonders, "Didn't their grandchildren make money?!" Let him bring the silver! With this money in our family, you don't have to marry an old butcher when you come back! ”

Xiao Ying didn't want to ask Duan Wanquan for money through this, but she thought that if Duan Wanquan could really take a fancy to her, how good would it be?!

......

His eyes followed Duan Wanquan all the way into the house, and Xiao Ying tugged at his sleeves helplessly, not knowing what he meant?

Yesterday, when he came to the door, Old Man Duan was polite to her. Their grandchildren are often with Muzi, so they know her. She went into the yard to do work, and Old Man Duan first persuaded her not to be busy. She didn't dare not be busy, and when Old Man Duan saw it, he stopped persuading him, and brought his own pestle to the river to play chess.

When Duan Wanquan came back, it was getting late, she cooked the meal, and he thanked her.

Is he not happy today?

Xiao Ying was ashamed, scared and embarrassed in her heart, and wanted to ask Duan Wanquan, but she couldn't open her mouth. While thinking about it, Duan Wanquan walked back and carried two bags of tea in his hand.

"This is the new tea I bought from Qingzhou a few days ago, if you like to drink it at home, it's good, if you don't like to drink it, maybe it's worth a few dollars." Duan Wanquan's voice didn't have a trace of emotion, but Xiao Ying heard his emotions, "It's getting colder and colder, don't come tomorrow." ”

After he finished speaking, his cold face meant to send off the guest.

Xiao Ying's face was blue, she couldn't raise her head down, and she didn't pick up the two bags of tea, she knew that she had no hope.

She should have known a long time ago that Duan Wanquan would not want her! At Duan Wanquan's age, how many people haven't been married? But he didn't, her mother said, maybe waiting for her!

It's a pipe dream!

The Duan family's life is getting better and better day by day, what kind of girl can't marry? Will you marry her?!

He must have made up his mind that he didn't want to marry! What else did she think?

Xiao Ying felt as if she had been slapped in the face by Duan Wanquan, "I'm sorry!" ”

After she finished speaking, she ran out, wanting to run as far as possible, and run to a place where she would never see Duan Wanquan in her life!

It's just that as soon as she ran out of the door, she was grabbed by the arm, "Dead Nizi, what are you running?!" ”

It's her mother, Roche.