Chapter 7: Thoughts

Li Qinghe poured tea, and then turned to look at the woman behind him. She was about forty years old, with deep wrinkles between her eyebrows and eyes. On the side was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old simple boy who met her. After staring, he hung his head down, his already dark face seemed to be stained with red.
Hearing that, You's face remained unchanged, and he glanced at his son's expression, smiled and said, "Uncle, that's not the case, the child's marriage still has to be anxious. My family has come to the end of the fourteenth year, if it is decided now Marriage, next year’s New Year will be the fifteenth year, so it’s easy to get married."
"Our Qinghe is not in a hurry." The village head picked up the tea cup and drank tea slowly.
If the sentence just now is considered vague, this sentence is a clear refusal to agree to the marriage.
You's stunned and looked at Zhao Wanwan in the corner, "Wanwan, where is your mother?"
Zhao Wanwan ran out in a hurry.
Youshi smiled and groaned, "Uncle, I think these two children match well. The marriage still needs to be cared about. Otherwise, the good time is over and the good offspring will be picked away. Wouldn't it be a delay to my child?"
These remarks also made the marriage clear, and the village head frowned.
You's not enough, and continued, "Our family has been studying woodworking in the town for five years, and the master who took him said that he can be a teacher after another one or two years. To be honest, the Yang family in the town, and that Meaning, the trustee asked me."
Li Qinghe glanced at Qian Laiman in surprise. The Yang family in the town, but Yang Lanrou's Yang family was the only one. He didn't expect that the two were almost involved.
"No, no." Qian Lai waved his hand bewilderedly and explained quickly, "My master and the Yang family are at odds. This marriage will never happen."
You's stared at him with hatred for iron and steel, a little proud, "It's not just the Yang family, but many people from my natal family also asked people to ask, if it wasn't for my sister, we...have already decided."
Seeing You's appearance is not about Joe, people really think Li Qinghe has climbed high.
The craftsmen of the day indeed many girls are willing to marry, second only to scholars, and you should be proud of it. It's just... Li Qinghe is not happy to marry her.
In particular, You's was originally younger than Qian's, and the money came to be an apprentice in the town, not to mention board and lodging, and there was still a little salary, but Yu's didn't seem to be very easy, on the contrary, he looked miserable. Usually very bitter, how about silver?
No amount of money is enough for two reading books!
Li Qinghe smiled and said sincerely, "Then I hope my aunt will find a good wife soon."
The village chief is not easy to refuse at this time, and Li Qinghe refuses by himself, which makes sense.
You's complexion was not very good, so he immediately got up, grabbed the money and went out. He walked too quickly and was tripped by the threshold. He cursed at the moment, "I don't know what is good or bad, just cut it with a knife."
When I walked to the yard and met Qian who came out of the kitchen, he was a bit angry, "Sister, we can't climb high." After finishing speaking, he ignored Qian's call and hurried out of the yard.
Qian chased him to the door and watched the people walk away. Turning and reproaching his eyes fell on Li Qinghe.
Li Qinghe raised his hand to stop her accusation, "Don't talk, you won't have to take care of my marriage from now on."
The village chief is still there, and Qian’s eye circles immediately turned red.
Although you were sensible when I came here, I have never treated you badly over the years, and now I’ll help you say kiss...

Li Qinghe turned around impatiently and looked at the village chief, "Grandpa Third, I will send you back."
The village chief did not move and asked, "Where is your father."
Li Qinghe shook his head, but now it's the autumn harvest. "Maybe I went to see the crops in the field."
The village chief snorted coldly, stepped out, and glared at Qian, "I will come back in the evening and talk to him. If you want your own ideas, you can't just listen to women's opinions."
Li Qinghe turned and walked in.
Qian's complexion was green and white, Zhao Wanwan shrank in the corner and dared not speak. As a result, Qian's anger came to her. For a while, he ignored the gentle image and asked loudly, "If you don't agree to come to such a good person, do you really want to go to Zhou's house?"
Li Qinghe didn't look back, "Can you control it?" It was tantamount to acquiescence. What appeared before her was the look of Zhou Chengkang who couldn't afford to cry in front of her grave in her previous life.
There was a horse neighing behind him, as if he was right behind him. Li Qinghe turned his head subconsciously and saw Zhou Chengkang whose face was flushed immediately. He was overjoyed and somewhat at a loss, "I...I just came." he added, " I heard nothing."
Seeing that, I heard everything clearly.
Li Qinghe: "..." In the last life until she got married, I didn't know what this person thought of her. I wanted to wait and see how long he could hold back. But what she said just now is not a promise.
Meeting her gaze, Zhou Chengkang only felt that his face was about to burn, "Brother Cha has already sent it back. It's not early, I'll go back first."
Pulling the horse whip, it quickly disappeared.
Li Qinghe, "..." It runs fast! See when you can hold it back.
Qian frowned, stopped talking about marriage, and asked, "Just now there were guests at home, I haven't asked you yet, where did you spend your money?"
"You can't control it." Li Qinghe blocked it with just one sentence.
Qian's face turned pale with anger, "You live at home, don't you eat?"
"Oh, finally don't pretend to be a mother?" Li Qinghe looked at her up and down, his eyes full of wonder, "Don't you treat me as your own daughter, since I am the same as Wanwan, why didn't you ask her for money?"
When Zhao Wanwan heard this, she quickly slipped away.
Li Qinghe glanced at it. Zhao Wanwan is a good girl. She didn't mean to target her, but instead asked, "This family can't accommodate me. Want to marry me?"
Qian's complexion was very ugly, so he looked away.
"If you don't answer, it's acquiescence." Li Qinghe stepped into the door and said leisurely, "Unfortunately, this is my home. I don't want to go, and no one can force me to leave."