"Phew! When did I say I was going to get married? Zheng Xiu'e retorted.

Song Che blinked his eyes, "Auntie, don't be embarrassed, now that you have both children and pampered children, it's time to live for yourself, how good it is to find a man to support each other, it just so happens that today's Wang matchmaker is present, and the little nephew will make the decision for you, don't worry, although you are the second spring, but three media, six certificates, eight sedan chairs, the same will not be less, Baozhun Er will marry you in style!" ”

Zheng Xiu'e was so angry that she crossed her waist and stomped her feet, "Bastard, you ...... What are you...... This is to torment your aunt! ”

"Aunt, what you said is not right, the little nephew is clearly out of good intentions, just like you did to your sister-in-law, looking forward to her living a better life," Song Che took a step closer and said: "If you are really reluctant to eat and drink, or else, you will recruit that Wang Laohan as a son-in-law, anyway, a son-in-law like us is a cow and a horse, with the situation of our Zhou family, even if it is soft rice, he is a hundred willing!" ”

"You...... You, you, you, you ......" Zheng Xiu'e was so angry that her face was red, and she barely stood firm by holding on to the wall.

Song Che turned back to the matchmaker and said, "Matchmaker, you have accepted my silver, you can't regret it anymore, go home quickly and tell your cousins, buy red candles, mandarin duck pillows, and welcome your new wife!" ”

Mrs. Wang said "ouch", stuffed the silver back to Song Che, and said as she ran: "I won't do this matchmaker!" Your Zhou family's matchmaker, I won't do it anymore! ”

Song Che secretly pouted, "Tut...... It seems that widows who have passed fifty years old are indeed not good at remarrying, and they will scare the matchmakers away," he looked up at Zheng Xiu'e again: "But aunt, don't worry, my nephew said that he wanted to find happiness for you, then he will definitely not break his promise, Wang Matchmaker ran away, I will go to find Zhang Matchmaker, Li Matchmaker, there is always someone who can match you." ”

"You ...... Bastard boy with no hair, you ...... You...... Hum! Don't be happy! Zheng Xiu'e clutched her chest and fled from the sycamore rain.

When she ran away, Shen Wenjun and Zhou Yazhao couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha...... No, no, no, I'm about to laugh out of my tears, this self-righteous daughter-in-law, I didn't expect to be embarrassed today! ”

"This is called, 'Treat others the way they are,'" Song Che said to Zhou Yazhao: "Sister-in-law, if she dares to make a private claim to handle your marriage in the future, you will also go to the matchmaker to harass her." ”

Shen Wenjun accosted: "That's it, how can a daughter-in-law with a foreign surname who has a dead husband have the qualifications to influence the marriage of the old lady's daughter?" Yazhao, you are too kind, so you will let these evil daughters-in-law bully you. ”

Zhou Yazhao wiped her tears and nodded.

"Okay, don't be disturbed by that evil daughter-in-law, let's go in and change our clothes so that we can visit the old lady." Shen Wenjun pulled Zhou Yazhao and ran into the courtyard.

Soon, the children put on new clothes and walked out of the sycamore rain hand in hand.

Sure enough, the Buddha relies on gold, people rely on clothes, the first time I saw Zhou Yazhao's clothes, I thought she was a maidservant, and now she is wearing a silk Luo embroidered clothes, the beauty is suddenly born, the style is doubled, and her gait is twisted, like a young lady who has never been out of the cabinet, the ice muscle and jade bones are white and red, the peach blossoms on her face are red, and she is a hibiscus out of the water.

I don't know if it's a man's common disease, or a hunt for a mute girl, Song Che stared at Zhou Yazhao and was out of his mind for a while.

"Looks good, right? Aunt Song. Shen Wenjun squinted his eyes and laughed.

Song Che subconsciously praised: "Good-looking, good-looking......"

"Better than me?" Shen Wenjun asked again.

"Better than you...... Uh, it's not as good-looking as you, it's not as good-looking as you......" Song Che hurriedly withdrew his gaze, not that Shen Wenjun was not as good-looking as her, but only one was already in the bowl and one was still in the pot.

"Let's go, see grandma."

The old lady believes in Buddhism wholeheartedly, and specially built a "Hong'en Pavilion" in the depths of the Zhou Mansion, where he burns incense and fasts on weekdays.

There are many people waiting in the lobby of Hong'en Pavilion, with different costumes, different expressions, and different thoughts.

There is a statue of Guanyin in the high hall of the pavilion, and four great monks accompany it, reciting Buddhist scriptures with their eyes closed, which probably means praying for blessings.

There are many futons under the hall, two middle-aged women kneel at the front, holding prayer beads to chant along, and every time the monk rings the wake-up bell, they will bow to Guanyin and whisper: "Great compassion and great compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva, please bless your mother to get through this ......"

There were two men and two women kneeling on the left side of the hall, one man was a little older, about thirty years old, with a yellow face and thin muscles, accompanied by a light cough from time to time, just sitting there was weakness, sweating on his forehead, and the young woman beside him always kept a handkerchief, wiped off his saliva and wiped off his sweat;

The other man was a little younger, mediocre-looking, dozing off, and the young woman beside him looked quite similar to a sick man, probably a brother and sister.

On the right side of the hall knelt two twin youths, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, naïve and impetuous, sometimes beating their backs, sometimes rubbing their legs, and looking impatient with this prayer.

Song Che, Shen Wenjun, and Zhou Yazhao had already come to the outside of Hong'en Pavilion, but because of the internal practices in the hall, they didn't dare to go in and bother, so they had to wait outside the door.

"There were two women kneeling in front of the hall, one was the eldest aunt Zheng Xiu'e we saw earlier, and the other was the second aunt Sun Chunxue;

The emaciated man on the left is his eldest cousin Zhou Shijie, and next to him is his wife Ruan Ling; The woman in the back is Zhou Shijie's sister, our eldest cousin Zhou Hui, and next to her is her cousin-in-law, Tang's shoe merchant Shaodong, Tang Wen;

The two twins on the right are the sons of the second uncle, Zhou Shaolong is the one who picks his feet, and Zhou Shaohu is the one who rubs his legs. You have to remember the names of these relatives, don't call them by mistake. ”

Shen Wenjun introduced and advised.

Song Che glanced at the lobby and asked, "Second uncle, third uncle, third cousin, little aunt, why don't you see anyone?" ”

Shen Wenjun sighed: "The men are probably too busy with business to leave, and the little aunt is in Jingzhou, and most of them can't come." ”

Forget about the daughter who married outside, as a man in the family, and they are all in Hangzhou, the old mother is dying, no matter how busy she is, she should come and wait.

It can be seen that this week's family affection is nothing more than that.

A quarter of an hour later.

The last wake-up bell rang, and the four great monks packed up their things and prepared to get off work.

"Amitabha, may my Buddha be merciful, drive away illness and evil spirits for Mrs. Zhou as soon as possible, and live a long and healthy life."

"A few masters have worked hard, this is a little heart, please smile." The second wife, Sun Chunxue, took a bag of silver and stuffed it to the monk.

The monk was unceremonious, said "thank you to the donor", put the silver in his sleeve, and walked away.

The bag of bulging silver, if not a hundred, but also eighty taels, I think that since ancient times, monks have been a high-paying profession.

"Hey, Wenjun is here?" Sun Chunxue saw Shen Wenjun at the door, and hurriedly came out of the hall to greet her, she glanced left and right, found no figure, and asked, "Wenjun, where is your mother?" ”

Shen Wenjun said: "Grandma's three-year filial piety period has not expired, and my mother can only practice virtue and filial piety at home, so she sent me and my husband to visit my grandmother. ”

"Oh? Before, I wondered, who is this person next to me, but I didn't expect it to be Wenjun's Ruyi Langjun," Sun Chunxue nodded and praised: "Okay, good, born tall and big, handsome and beautiful, and my niece is a couple." ”

"Sister Wenjun, when did you become a parent? Why don't you even have a wedding card, could it be that you forgot about our mother's family? Zhou Hui and her husband Tang Wen came to ask with a smile.

"Sister Hui, look at what you said, the reason why we don't have a wedding banquet is just ...... It's just that...... It's just—"

Seeing that Shen Wenjun "just" didn't come out for half a day, Song Che answered with a smile: "It's just that the passing year is unfavorable, and bandits are rampant, if you have a big feast and invite relatives and friends from all over the world, it will inevitably have potential safety hazards...... Aunt, brother and sister, don't worry, you missed this wedding banquet, next time I will add an heir to Wen Jun, please go to the 100th birthday banquet. ”

Shen Wenjun nodded yes, "Yes, yes, it's like a family reunion at the 100-year-old banquet." ”

"Hehehe......"

"What a good son-in-law with sharp teeth."

"Hey, what's my cousin's name? With such an extraordinary bearing, it must be the son of a wealthy family, right? The twin dragon brother and tiger brother asked.

Without waiting for Song Che to speak to herself, Zheng Xiu'e preemptively said sharply, "Song Che, Song Xian's nephew, he is the son-in-law of the Shen family." ”

"It turned out to be upside down...... Uh, son-in-law. ”

The bigger the family, the more rules there are, and the more important they are. As soon as they heard that Song Che was a wealthy person, many people lost their good posture.

Shen Wenjun grabbed Song Che's arm and said loudly: "Song Lang has joined the Shen family, it is the luck of my Shen family, and it is my wish!" ”

This Song Lang is really sweet to the hearts of the people.