In order to keep his children and grandchildren by his side and not have disagreements, the old lady built several independent mansions in the Zhou Mansion.

Located in the east of Hangzhou, there are hundreds of buildings, large and small, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is just an elegant name for the mansion, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a "small city".

At the gate of Zhou's mansion, it is not much worse than the city gate, eight families are waiting in two rows, and the big lion of the town house carved in stone is majestic and solemn.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a brown brocade robe stood at the door, and when he saw Shen Wenjun's carriage coming, he threw up his sleeves and stepped forward to greet him:

"Old servant Zhou Xingwang, meet Miss Shen."

"The old housekeeper doesn't have to be polite," Shen Wenjun opened the curtain and said, "During this time, I can stay with Yazhao, and the old housekeeper doesn't have to bother preparing the guest room." ”

Zhou Xingwang frowned, "Miss came from afar, how can she condescend to live in a humble house, the old servant has already sent someone to prepare a small building, Miss should live there." ”

Zhou Yazhao lowered his head with inferiority.

"I'm going to live with Yazhao." Shen Wenjun threw down the curtains, no longer paid attention to the old housekeeper, and urged the coachman: "Hurry up and enter the house and go to the innermost Wutong Garden in the west." ”

Zhou Yazhao elbowed Shen Wenjun, glanced at Song Che again, and shook his head.

"Oh, it's not that Wutong Yuan doesn't have a vacant room, it's really not good, let him sleep in the study," Shen Wenjun winked at Song Che: "Isn't it, husband?" ”

Song Che was still eager to do so, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm cute and sleeping in the study." ”

In this way, it is inconvenient for Zhou Yazhao to say more.

After entering the Zhou Mansion, I walked west along the road, traveled for about two quarters of an hour, passed by two or three lakes, four or five gardens, seven or eight rockeries, and countless pavilions and high-rise buildings, and the carriage stopped in front of a small courtyard called "Wutong Garden".

Compared with the exquisite pavilion when it came, this small courtyard is really a little shabby, but a few plane trees are in full bloom in the courtyard, adding a lot of chic charm to the small courtyard.

"Come on, Yazhao, I brought you a few good things in our shop, you must like it." Shen Wenjun took out the sets of clothes and private rooms that had already been folded in the accompanying box, pulled Yazhao out of the carriage, and ran to the courtyard.

Unexpectedly, before they could cross the threshold, two people suddenly rushed out of it, and the two sides bumped into each other.

"Ouch, which one doesn't have eyes—huh? It's the little sister who is back! I'm looking for you...... Yes! Isn't this Wenjun? ”

She is a middle-aged and elderly woman in her fifties, she is not convinced of the old, and the rouge gouache on her face is thick and thick, and her face changes faster than the drama, first angry, then surprised, and then surprised.

Next to the middle-aged and elderly women stood a fat woman with a round waist, and when she hit it, the other three were reversed, only it was as immobile as a mountain.

The fat woman was born greasy, but she thinks she has a lot of charm, a silk handkerchief in her hand, and a flesh mole at the corner of her mouth.

"Aunt......" Shen Wenjun symbolically bowed.

It turned out that she was the widow of the eldest son of the Zhou family, Zheng and Zheng Xiu'e.

Zhou Yazhao caught a glimpse of Zheng Xiu'e and the fat woman beside her, and ducked behind Shen Wenjun with a gesture, with unconcealed jealousy in her eyes.

"Auntie, why did you appear in Wutong Garden?" Shen Wenjun wondered.

Zheng Xiu'e pointed at Zhou Yazhao with her chin and said with a smile: "Isn't this your sister-in-law choosing a son-in-law?" Yazhao is twenty years old this year, which is a good age for marriage, and I, as the eldest sister of the Zhou family, naturally want to choose a good family for her. ”

She pointed to the fat woman beside her again: "I've brought all the matchmakers, the king of the matchmakers, but Hangzhou is a well-known thread." ”

Zhou Yazhao tugged at the corner of Shen Wenjun's clothes and shook his head.

Shen Wenjun protected Zhou Yazhao and said in a deep voice: "The red line first depends on whether the sister-in-law is willing or not, you-"

Zheng Xiu'e directly interrupted: "Where is this a question of willingness?" The man should get married, the woman should get married, the old man is at home, and she will be an old girl in a few years, plus she is congenitally deficient, she can't speak, and she can't get married. ”

Mrs. Wang also followed at this time, "Yes, while you are young, you have a good skin, and looking for a good family is better than anything else, if you wait a few more years, people will be old, but it will not be you who pick others, but people will pick you." ”

Zheng Xiu'e was aggressive, bypassed Shen Wenjun, and glared at Zhou Yazhao: "Little sister, I know you are not very willing, but your mother's fate is difficult, and the old lady also thinks that you will get married soon, and the brothers and sisters on your head, which one of them has not started a family, and Wenjun is as old as you in your life!" ”

Mrs. Wang came up again, grabbed Zhou Yazhao's arm tightly, her big round face was straight, and the stars flew wildly: "Miss Zhou, you don't want to go out of the cabinet, I also have a trick for the matchmaker, can't I recruit a son-in-law to come back?" I have already found someone for you, the second son of Du Darthead in the south of the city, nine feet tall, strong as an ox, although he is a little stupid, but it is true, and more importantly, Du Darthead agrees to let his son into the house! ”

Zheng Xiu'e continued: "Yes, the man who is rich, his brain is missing a string, the whole person is calling, little sister, don't hesitate anymore, go back and let Mrs. Wang go to the letter of appointment, you can rest assured, three media and six certificates, no less, our own sister recruits a son-in-law, naturally it is beautiful." ”

In the face of Zheng Xiu'e and Wang Matchmaker's repeated "attacks", Zhou Yazhao was so frightened that she shrank in fright, shaking her head vigorously, tears rolling in her eyes, so pitiful!

"You ...... You guys are going too far! Yazhao, she doesn't marry! "Even if Shen Wenjun is so angry, he can only open his arms and protect him for a while, but what about the future?

"Wenjun!" Zheng Xiu'e said: "It's not that your aunt is pressuring you with seniority, your sister-in-law's lifelong event is not your turn to be a junior to make a decision, not to mention that her surname is Zhou, not Shen!" ”

"I ...... I ......" Shen Wenjun was speechless for a while, and he really had no choice, so he shouted loudly: "Song Che!" ”

"What." Song Che held his cheeks and drilled his head out, he was listening vigorously in the car.

"Yazhao, she won't marry!" Shen Wenjun said.

Song Che said: "Don't you marry, aren't you recruiting a son-in-law?" Recruit two fools into the fold, not only can you be a slave, but also win over the relationship with the dart game, killing two birds with one stone! ”

Xu is mind was revealed, the eldest aunt sank her face, looked at Song Che and asked, "Wenjun, who is this person?" Why is it hidden in the frame? ”

Song Che jumped out of the carriage and came to Zheng Xiu'e, and saluted respectfully: "The eldest aunt is above, and the younger nephew Song Che happens to be the son-in-law of the Shen family." ”

As soon as Zheng Xiu'e heard her identity, she immediately snorted coldly, and said to Zhou Yazhao: "Look, even other people's Wenjun is recruiting sons-in-law, why can't you?" ”

Shen Wenjun was very anxious, so he secretly pinched Song Che's arm, and squeezed through his teeth: "Which side are you standing on......

Song Che bared his teeth in pain, patted the back of Shen Wenjun's hand, signaled to reassure her, and then turned his head to ask Wang Matchmaker: "Are you the best matchmaker in Hangzhou's solicitation business?" ”

Mrs. Wang snorted, "This uncle, how can there be thorns in his words, what I do is matchmaking, and the marriage of pairs is a good thing, which is to accumulate virtue." ”

"So, you can get married?" Song Che asked again.

Mrs. Wang said proudly: "That's natural, relying on the mouth of a certain family, everyone is a heavenly immortal." ”

"A widow is too?" Song Che continued to ask.

Mrs. Wang said: "A widow with a widower is a hot commodity." ”

"Is it okay for a fifty-year-old widow?" Song Che asked again.

Mrs. Wang hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Fifty years old, acquired is insufficient, unable to have children, it is difficult for young women, but there are also many widowed old men in the city who want to find a wife." ”

Song Che smiled, took out an ingots from his sleeve, and shook it in front of Mrs. Wang's eyes. The matchmaker's eyes followed the ingots.

Song Che said again: "Don't hide it, Mrs. Wang, I happen to have a relative who died in his fifties, you are a marriage link, why don't you help her find a good man in Hangzhou City?" If you can find a good match, this ingot is only a deposit. ”

Mrs. Wang smiled happily and promised again and again, "Okay, it's okay...... You let me think about it, the old man Wang who fishes by the sea is my cousin, honest and honest, and more importantly, he is old and strong, and his body is great; There is also Li Laohan, who sells dog meat in the north of the city, with a superior family background and no worries about food and clothing; Sun Xiucai, who sells calligraphy and paintings at the entrance of the eighth street, is poor, but he has literary talents, Liu Laohan, Zhang Laohan, Sun Laohan ......"

I have to say that her business ability is indeed good, counting her fingers, she said seventeen or eighteen in one breath, and finally concluded: "These old men, they all died a long time ago, and they all longed for a 'sunset love'!" ”

Song Che pursed his lips, thought for a while, and stuffed the silver into the hands of the matchmaker: "The so-called fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, and the old man Wang who fishes is the cousin of the matchmaker, so he will choose him, please return to the matchmaker as soon as possible, choose the nearest good day and auspicious day, and get married!" ”

Mrs. Wang held the silver in her hand, and suddenly realized, "No, uncle, you haven't told me who your widow relative is." ”

Song Che raised his hand and pointed at Zheng Xiu'e: "Oh, far away in front of you, the bride is my aunt!" ”