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Today, Wu Shufeng¡¯s family came. Her husband Lin Zaosheng was cooking in the kitchen. Wu Shufeng, her mother Wei and her sister Wu Shuxiang were eating melon seeds and chatting in the main room.
"Has Yangchun's marriage been settled?" Wu Shufeng asked Wei.
Wu Yangchun is the younger brother of Wu Shufeng. The Wei family gave birth to three daughters before her, and her son is the fourth.
"I get angry when I talk about this. Wang Yanqin's daughter will be thirty after the new year, and she is divorced. She has the nerve to ask for a gift of 100,000 yuan."
Wu Shufeng was peeling melon seeds: "One hundred thousand?"
Wu Shuxiang, who was sitting next to Mrs. Wei, said, "That's not all, their family also needs hardware."
¡° Hardware refers to gold necklaces, gold earrings, gold rings, gold bracelets, and gold pendants. Most families in the town use three pieces of gold for marriage. Those with better family conditions will add hardware to the woman.
Wu Shufeng sneered, thinking that this Wang Yanqin was simply talking like a lion: "With this kind of money, he can marry a girl in her twenties."
"Wu Yangchun was actually married for the second time. The wife in front of her was bought from a trafficker with money, but she ran away not long after she bought her, leaving no son or daughter.
Wang Yanqin¡¯s family is not without confidence in asking for high prices. Wu Yangchun is famous for his love of food and laziness. He is almost 40 years old and is still chewing on his old age. Moreover, one of his ears was bitten off by a dog when he was a child. Ordinary people would never treat their daughter as a child. By promising him, Wang Yanqin was not marrying her daughter, but selling her daughter.
"I don't know what kind of talkative woman is out there talking bad about our Yangchun family. At first Wang Yanqin said it would be fifty thousand, but she heard some nonsense somewhere and changed her mind to one hundred thousand." Mrs. Wei snorted coldly, " Don¡¯t even look at her daughter, she¡¯s ugly, she¡¯s still very skinny, who knows if she¡¯ll be able to give birth to a son.¡±
Wu Shufeng said: "Forget it for one hundred thousand, where can I get the money? Ask dad to find a few more matchmakers to see if there are any suitable ones in any village."
Mrs. Wei was also annoyed: "Your brother is a good-for-nothing. When people hear it's him, they won't let him in."
Wu Shufeng was thinking: "How about buying him another one?" Buying one doesn't cost more than 100,000.
"You can buy whatever you want. If you run away again, you won't lose money to death."
It is not uncommon for people to buy wives in villages and towns. Those who are older, slightly disabled, or have no money to marry a decent girl will ask others to buy girls kidnapped from abroad. Of course, not all of them are kidnapped, and it is not ruled out that there are fraudulent marriages. A women's fraud gang that swindles money.
"Bought wives like this have to be locked up. Once they are well-raised, they will be fine. If they are not well-raised, they will run away when they get the opportunity."
Wu Shufeng also had a headache. After all, he is his own brother. How could he not help with the planning: "What else can I do if I don't buy it? Yangchun is almost forty, so he has to leave a heir for our old Wu family."
Wu Shuxiang suddenly asked: "Second sister, are the He seedlings eighteen years old?"
"It was just last month."
"How about promising her to Yangchun?"
Before Wu Shufeng could express his position, Mrs. Wei scolded: "What are you talking about? If my niece marries my uncle, will our old face be gone?"
"Isn't there nothing we can do about it? The older generation used to get closer and closer to each other. Didn't someone in Taolinqiao's family marry his own niece? What's the point? Besides, we have to take care of our own family's affairs. Others say it or not.¡±
Wu Shuxiang has never read a book and is very pedantic. In addition, if Wu Yangchun really wants to buy a wife or marry her, the two old people will not have the money. In the end, they will have to come up with the money.
She is naturally happy to facilitate this intimate "marriage".
Lin Zaosheng, who was cooking in the kitchen, answered: "He Miao is still studying."
Wu Shuxiang immediately retorted: "Why do girls study so much? After getting married, they don't have to take care of the children at home."
Wu Shufeng remained silent, thinking about something. Her husband, Lin Zaosheng, kept silent. He was weak-tempered and had no fixed job. He worked as a handyman in and outside the village. Wu Shufeng disliked him and scolded him for several years. He had completely lost his temper and was submissive.
After thinking about it, Ms. Wei still felt that something was wrong: "It can't be done, it will be a sin if a fool is born." She also disliked this granddaughter very much, "Even if she doesn't give birth to a fool, how can she deal with an autistic child?" ."
At this time, the innermost door was kicked open.
Wu Shufeng turned around and glared: "Open the door as soon as you open the door. Why are you making such a loud noise?"
Lin Hemiao lowered her head and walked out silently.
Wu Shufeng asked: "Where are you going?"
She remained silent.
"Mute?"
She looked up,The black eyes were lifeless and lifeless, just looking at the three women in the main room without blinking.
Mrs. Wei was bored when she saw her silence and said, "You must be stupid from studying."
"She's been like this since she was little, like a piece of wood."
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Lin Hemiao threw all the contemptuous taunts behind her, straightened her back, and ran out without looking back.
She went to the convenience store at the end of the village and bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, which cost a total of three and a half yuan. The cigarette was the cheapest in the store and it would make her choke.
She paid the money and walked to the other side of the road, where there was an abandoned pond. She squatted by the pond and lit a cigarette skillfully.
She is still wearing her school uniform.
He only smoked half of the cigarette when a hand reached out from behind and smoked the remaining half of the cigarette: "You are a kid, why are you smoking?"
She didn't have to turn around to hear Cheng Ji's voice: "I'm not a child. I'm over 18 years old. I can get married and give birth to an autistic child."
Cheng Ji also confiscated the cigarette case she had placed on the ground. The half of the cigarette she had not finished smoking was put into his mouth and he took a puff, filling the low-quality cigarette straight down his throat.
"This cigarette is too choking and not suitable for girls."
Lin Hemiao turned around. The eighteen-year-old girl had not yet fully grown up. She had a very childish face, but her face was not as vivid and lively as it should be at that age.
She stretched out her hand, and there was a very shallow scar on her wrist: "Give it back to me."
Cheng Ji took another breath, slowly exhaled the white smoke, and glanced at her wrist inadvertently: "If you don't return it-"
She suddenly stood on tiptoe, pressed her lips against his, and held the choking cigarette in her mouth. After a brief touch, she stood up again: "Mine."
Her dull face finally had other expressions: guilty, proud, and shy.
Cheng Ji was twenty-seven years old. What kind of woman had he never seen before? This was the first time he was caught off guard. He wiped his lips with his fingertips and smiled, although his smile was not serious, but his tone was somewhat lecturing. Taste: "Little sister, do you know what you are doing?"
Lin Hemiao blushed and looked at him: "I know you don't have a girlfriend."
"Then do you know that I have many female companions?"
Know.
She has seen him enter a tattoo shop several times with a girl in his arms, and each time it was a different person.
She didn¡¯t answer, but just took a step towards him.
Cheng Ji immediately took a step back, and the cynical smile on his face completely disappeared: "You are still young, stay away from the scum." He took another step back.
"You are not a scumbag." Lin Hemiao raised her head and focused her eyes.
"I am."
"you are not."
¡°If he were, he wouldn¡¯t back down.
"Lin Hemiao," he said, "study hard."
He took her cigarette and left, but he didn't go far and stood on the stone arch bridge not far away.
Lin Hemiao squatted on the edge of the pond, staring blankly at the water. After a long time, she slowly took one foot out and stretched it into the water.
Cheng Ji immediately walked under the bridge.
She suddenly retracted her foot.
He also stopped his feet.
This was repeated many times, until she turned around and left, Cheng Ji got off the stone arch bridge and continued to smoke the cigarette that choked his throat. At the age of eighteen, how could he commit suicide at such an age?
After finishing his cigarette, he asked a passerby for directions: "How can I get to Lin Cong's house?"
Lin Cong was one of the gangsters who witnessed Rong Li hurting someone last night. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com