Where does Dong Pai want to go to the toilet? He went into the house and went straight to the kitchen where the pots and pans were playing the concerto, tiptoed to the back of Bao Maoying, who was cutting vegetables around his waist, and suddenly coughed lightly, attracting Bao Maoying's attention, Bao Maoying turned his head and looked surprised. She said, I heard such small footsteps, and thought it was a cat slipping over, how could it be you? What are you here for?

I did it, and I wanted to ask for a scoop of water to drink. Dong Pai said with a smile. He held his chin with one hand, no, it was to cover his chin, he didn't want Bao Maoying to see a few gray whiskers growing from his chin.

Bao Maoying was not interested in him, and pouted his mouth at the water tank by the wall, saying that there is water there, you can take the water scoop and scoop it yourself!

Dong Pai very much hoped that Bao Maoying would take a scoop of water for him to drink, but his hope was disappointed. In fact, he was not thirsty, but in order to show Bao Maoying, he really picked up the water scoop and drank two sips, and stood next to Bao Maoying, who was still chopping vegetables, and said, Your lost flower handkerchief has been treasured in my house since I washed and folded it, and I will treat it as a token you gave me. In return for you, I plan to buy you a gold ring to wear on your hand.

Bao Maoying stopped his hand cutting vegetables, and said to him with willow eyebrows upside down, you are talking nonsense, who wants your gold ring?

Dong Pai was afraid that he would make trouble, and he was afraid that the conversation between him and Bao Maoying would be heard badly by Bao Yongshi and his wife, who were about to enter the house, so he whispered that it was a piece of my heart. Then he turned around and walked out of the kitchen, then walked through the main house, came to the courtyard, and saw Bao Yongshi standing in front of a pile of firewood and said to him, Dong Pai, is it okay to discuss with you?

Brother Bao, you say. Any negotiation can be called. Dong Pai said.

I want to borrow your chicken cart to transport all the bundles of firewood piled up in the yard to Jinse City to sell for money, okay? Bao Yongshi asked, thinking that he would agree, but heard Dong Pai say, that won't work. Bao Yongshi pondered, isn't he very nice and friendly to our family? Why did you just come out of the latrine and become a pee?

I'll help your family sell all these bundles of firewood, can't I count the money for you when the time comes? Dong Pai said this. Bao Yongshi smiled happily and said, wouldn't that be better?

Why are you so good to our family? Qu Xiaolan couldn't help but ask him directly. Dong Pai said in his heart: I just like your daughter Bao Maoying, so I am so good to your family. But he couldn't say this directly, so he said vaguely, and I don't know, why should you be so good to your family? Maybe it's a kind of fate!

Dong Pai is what he said, and within three or five days, he used his chicken bus to push all the firewood bundles that Bao Yongshi's family piled up in the yard like a mountain bag to the streets of Jinsecheng and sold them, and did not want to pay a penny, and gave all the thousands of yuan he got to Bao Yongshi, who was with the car.

Of course, on the way, Bao Yongshi and Dong Pai also took turns to push the wheelbarrow full of firewood, so that they could relax with each other. The two of them talked a lot together, but Bao Yongshi still wanted to ask why he was so good to their family, but Dong Pai always talked about it left and right, and it was inconvenient to say it. Bao Yongshi didn't ask either, and was full of gratitude to him in his heart. When he was on the street, he wanted to invite him to the restaurant to eat something, Dong Pai politely refused, and gave the reason, Brother Bao, if I accept your invitation to eat, can I still help your family? Do you want me to take away all the effort I put in? Then I'm not going to do it.

Bao Yongshi always felt that he owed Dong Pai, and he didn't want him to help him in the future. He took him to sell firewood through Dong Pai to get money, and he increased his business sense, and used the money from the sale of firewood to buy a new chicken bus, and he also transported the firewood cut from the mountains to the street to sell in a chicken bus every once in a while. In order to make more money, he and his wife get up early every day and go up the mountain to chop firewood to do business, and there is no time to stop.

It was almost noon that day, Bao Maoying, who was still cooking at home, suddenly heard footsteps, and she looked up while washing vegetables, Dong Pai somehow walked into the kitchen again, with a smile on his face, and showed the same bright little thing in his hand and said, Mao Ying, I cut a hundred loads of firewood and pushed it to the street to sell it for money, and bought a gold ring with you for you.

Bao Maoying said I don't want it, and kept shaking her hand. Dong Pai put the gold ring on the kitchen table. Bao Maoying said, you'd better take it, or take it away, my parents are back, and they still have to give it back to you. It will be embarrassing to return it to you when the time comes. Dong Pai heard her say this, so he had to pick up the ring again and turn away. Walking to the door, he turned around and said, Mao Ying, this gold ring was bought for you, and it will be given to you sooner or later.

Bao Maoying saw him leaving, and kept muttering in her heart: You don't want to think about it, you are so old, as old as my parents, you can give birth to me. What do you mean by giving me a ring? What a toad wants to eat swan meat! You daydream!

Dong Pai did not give up, he did not go home directly, but went to the neighboring village to buy a basket of eggs and give it to a matchmaker who is particularly eloquent-known as a fast-talking matchmaker. The fast-mouthed matchmaker is fat, and her eyes are narrowed into a slit when she smiles.

At this time, she accepted the small gift, looked at Dong Pai, who was a little wooden and didn't say much, smiled slightly and asked, what kind of one do you want to find? Is it a dead man, or is it divorced? Is it the same age, or is it older or younger? Dong Pai shook his head desperately, and then plucked up the courage to say, to be a matchmaker, the woman I am looking for is neither a dead man, nor a divorced, nor a person of the same age, older or younger. I told you clearly, I'm looking for a yellow flower girl.

The fast-mouthed matchmaker glanced at Dong Pai's black and white beard, snorted and said, That's difficult! She pushed the basket of eggs she had just accepted on the table and pushed it towards Dong Pai - you take this gift away! Although I have worked as a matchmaker thousands of times, saying that water can light a lamp, there must be a prerequisite. I see that you are dressed in coarse cloth, and you don't look like a rich man. Of course, rich people can also pretend to be poor.

I ask you, do you have a million dollars in savings? If you're a millionaire and you're old, it doesn't matter, in two or three days, I can find a few yellow flower girls to choose from.

Dong Pai whispered, I don't have any money. I only bought a gold ring for a few hundred yuan, and I wanted to give it to a girl, but I didn't want to send it to her, so I came to ask you, a famous matchmaker within a radius of dozens of miles, to help me match. Then he took out a flower handkerchief with several layers of folds from the purse on the coarse cloth.

He slowly opened it, and a gold ring appeared on the innermost layer. The quick-talking matchmaker was stunned for a moment, and asked him which village the girl was from, what her name was, and whose daughter it was. Dong Pai said that the girl was from Bao Zhuang, her name was Bao Maoying, and she was Bao Yongshi's daughter.

Ah! Don't mention her. The quick-talking matchmaker shook her head as she spoke—last time a young man took a fancy to her and asked me to match. But he touched a nose of ash, and Bao Maoying's tone is high! She thought the young man was a little shorter, and she refused. I've been a matchmaker for decades, but this time I failed, almost ruining my reputation as a "fast-talking matchmaker". I see that you are shorter than that young man now, not only are you short, you are old and dark, you speak badly, you are half cut into the ground, will the yellow flower girl want you?

Even if the yellow flower girl is stupid and wants you, her Venerable Master will not agree. You want me to help you talk about this family business, don't you want me to send this old face to be kicked in the ass? Never mind! Never mind! You take this basket of eggs away, I am a god and I have no way to help you with this.