Mrs. Huang flashed her eyes, but she still had a smile on her face, and said: "This girl's name is Song Ru, her father's name is Song Zhaofeng, the family is loyal and kind, and if you marry this family, your family will definitely not suffer." ”

Han didn't think of this person, but this matchmaker has a clever mouth, and the dead can be said to be alive, and she can't be offended, but she can't respond directly, so she thinks about it, "Her aunt, when her father comes back, let's discuss this matter and give you an answer another day." ”

"Sister, are you afraid that I won't be able to lie to you? This girl is one in a thousand, and I can't pick this one out of ten miles and eight villages, people..."

"With your mouth alone, we don't know whether it's true or not, good people are not afraid to ask, let's go to meet this sister of the Song family, so we can understand it better." Seeing that Mrs. Huang looked like you couldn't believe me, Qiao Mo'er grabbed a sentence in front of Han.

"You little girl, what are you talking about?" Mrs. Huang glanced at Qiao Mo'er.

"Aunt Huang's clever mouth has matched a lot of marriages, since she is here, then she must have to go around and go to the bottom, my aunt is in such a hurry, she doesn't want us to see it, is there anything wrong with this sister of the Song family?" Qiao Mo'er was not afraid of her, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked and said casually.

A trace of panic crossed Huang Matchmaker's face, and she was quickly covered up, and she covered her lips and smiled: "What did your girl say, you can ask, lest I do the same as harming your family, I will go back first, and you remember to give me the news." ”

After saying this, Mrs. Huang got up, twisted her chubby body, and left Qiao's house, her steps looked a little hurried.

Qiao Mo'er stood at the door, looking at her back, her eyelashes hanging down to hide a shadow under her eyes.

In this era, it is normal for a man to marry a wife at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Qiao Xu will be sixteen soon, his family was poor before, and no one looked at him, and it was normal for the Han family to be anxious and worried.

Now that life is better at home, some people say that the matchmaker is not surprised.

However, they don't mean that others will believe it as soon as they say it.

Her brother Qiao Xu's face is sharp and angular, and he can be regarded as a handsome guy, and he will definitely not worry about marrying in the future. Therefore, this object must know the roots, this yellow matchmaker, she doesn't believe it.

"Mother, go back and ask someone to go to Qianlianghe to ask." Number Six

"That's what I thought."

Han nodded, Xuzi's daughter-in-law is the eldest daughter-in-law when she marries, so this girl must be capable, at least she must be able to support the family. And the matchmaker's mouth is all out of the blue, so you have to see for yourself.

"Where's Yi'er?"

When he came back to his senses, Han Shi realized that there was one less person in the family, so he asked Qiao Mo'er.

Qiao Mo'er smiled and said, "I asked her to go to the other side to find my father, who knows why she hasn't come back for so long, I'll look for it." ”

As he spoke, he put down the bamboo cup and went outside.

Just now, the yellow matchmaker came over, she was afraid that her mother would suffer, so she asked Xiao Liuyi to go to the other side of the river to find Liu Yi, who knew how long she would go. It's such a long way, it shouldn't be anything... Qiao Mo'er quickened her pace.

When she was about to cross the river, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Qiao Guangfa holding Xiao Liuyi's hand and coming here.

"It's just a matchmaker, and she wants to kiss my brother." When Qiao Guangfa asked, Qiao Mo'er smiled and said, "My mother didn't say anything to death, she just wanted to see the Song girl..."

"Qianlianghe's?" Qiao Guangfa was stunned, turned his head to look at the one behind him who was laying bricks, and the man who was about forty years old shouted, "Brother Liang." ”

"What's wrong?" Liang Cheng looked up suspiciously.

"I want to ask if there is a person named Liang Zhaofeng in your village?"

After Qiao Guangfa finished asking, Qiao Mo'er knew that this Liang Chengcheng belonged to Qianliang He, but it was a coincidence, so he pricked up his ears and listened.

"Liang Zhaofeng?" Liang Cheng straightened up and searched in his mind, then nodded, "There is such a person." ”