The happy little days of the Ye family

Although Fang Jiawang was being pulled by his ears, he still shook his head desperately.

It was impossible to work in the fields.

His father, mother, brother and sister-in-law were already hardworking enough. They were so tired that they couldn't even straighten their backs every day. Even his nieces and nephews went to the fields to help.

Even so, the family can't have enough to eat every meal, and they can only taste meat during the holidays.

Doesn't this explain the problem? Farming has no future at all.

After a tiring day's work, the little food I earned was not enough to eat.

Moreover, although Fang Jiawang is tall and tall, he has been sneaky and slippery since he was a child, and his work skills are not as good as those of his 6-year-old nephew.

If he really had to rely on farming to support himself, he would probably starve to death in a few days.

If he doesn’t want to work, he can only find someone to support him.

His parents had worked hard for half their lives, and Fang Jiawang couldn't bear to stay at home all the time, and his brother and sister-in-law would definitely have objections as time went by.

After much thought, he still felt that marrying into his wife was the most reliable option.

The woman wants a child to inherit the family legacy, and he wants someone to support him and live a good life. This is a win-win situation, killing two birds with one stone.

It would be great to find a rich wife, but he doesn’t want to work anyway.

The more Fang Jiawang thought about it, the more he thought this was a good idea. He excitedly grabbed Mrs. Liang's arm and said seriously:

"Mom, what do you think about me finding a daughter from a rich family to marry into?"

"Ah, what did you say?"

Mrs. Liang was stunned for a moment, unable to follow her son's thoughts. Fang Damao on the side also blinked and looked at him in confusion.

Fang Jiawang happily explained to the two of them:

"I don't like girls from good families, and I don't like girls from good families who are crooked or want to sell their daughters."

Liang's eyes rolled to the sky, "You don't even look at yourself, you don't like this, you don't like that, why don't you go to heaven."

Fang Jiawang ignored Liang's sarcasm and continued with a swaying face:

"It's different when I get married. The woman's conditions are generally good, and she'll probably be stronger. She doesn't require the man to be very capable. I guess he's afraid that if I'm too capable, I'll be exterminated."

Mrs. Liang saw her son getting more and more excited as he talked, as if he was about to go to the woman's house to eat and drink delicious food, so she couldn't help but ask:

"Are you serious? You really want to marry a woman?"

Fang Jiawang nodded very seriously.

"It really can't be true anymore. My family is not rich, and my second sister-in-law has recently become pregnant. It's time for them to eat, and they don't have enough money to find a wife for me."

"When the time comes, I will ask for a betrothal gift from the woman. Mom, you can keep half of it for yourself and I can keep half of it as private money. It is no better than spending a lot of money to marry a daughter-in-law who is dragged down by her mother's family."

As for those who are not good-looking or have problems, he doesn't like them.

Fang Jiawang's words were very clear and logical, which made Mr. Liang stunned for a while. When he thought about it carefully, he actually made some sense.

"I guess none of my daughters likes you, so you can't stay single forever."

Fang Jiawang's words simply refreshed Fang Damao's outlook on things.

"Brother-in-law, you are so smart. You don't have to spend any money at home, and you can still earn a betrothal gift."

Before Mrs. Liang could react, she saw her son walking out.

"Where are you going?"

"I met Mr. Ye in the morning. He said he would come to the village to sell goods in the afternoon. I went to find him."

"Didn't we talk about you marrying a wife? Why did you go to see Mr. Ye?" After hearing what her son said, Ms. Liang became even more confused.

"Mr. Ye usually does business outside and knows a lot of people. I'm going to ask if there are any girls from good families who want to find a husband."

He has seen each other several times in the past few years, and he knows how powerful the matchmaker's mouth is, and she can talk about life and death.

These matchmakers never told the truth. They said they were as beautiful as flowers and very capable. In fact, it looks weird and is easy to eat and lazy to cook.

I didn't accept too many gifts, but the introductions were all crooked and crooked, just trying to defraud money.

The mouth of a matchmaker is a liar. He doesn't believe these bad old wives.

Who doesn’t want to marry a beautiful and profitable wife? Ye Guolang is the same man as him, so he must understand his thoughts.

Moreover, he does business in the town every day, so he must know many wealthy people.

After saying that, he didn't care about the reaction of Mrs. Liang and his nephew, and happily went out to find Father Ye.

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Father Ye came out of home and first went to Blacksmith Fang's blacksmith shop.

There have been a lot of people buying farm tools recently, and Blacksmith Fang doesn’t have any in stock.

Seeing that Father Ye was a big customer of the shop, I specially moved some farm tools to him from some people who were not in a hurry.

But not many, only 10 sickles, 5 machetes and 5 hoes in total.

Seeing that there were some other ready-made iron tools, Father Ye asked for three more large iron pots and two pairs of plows.

On the way to Fangjiacun, Father Ye's forehead kept sweating, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

It was too hot on the road, so he took out a cucumber. The cucumber, which was still cold at first, was now a little hot in his hand.

When we arrived at the entrance of the village, everything was quiet. Not to mention people, we didn't even see any dogs.

Seeing that no dog came to stop him, Ye's father was quite happy. He drove the donkey cart to the drying yard by familiar routes.

There are many fertile fields in Fangjia Village, and the summer harvest is just a few days away. Many people in the village spontaneously come to the drying ground to clean it.

Newly grown weeds must be removed one by one, garbage and small stones must also be picked out and then compacted again.

The adults were busy in the sunbathing field, while the little kids on the side were having fun.

There were several very tanned children running around in the sunbathing area. Some were playing hide-and-seek, and some were throwing sandbags. They were not afraid of the sun at all.

There are seven or eight women gathered under the big tree next to them, chatting about household matters and working as female celebrities.

The summer harvest will begin in a few days. In the summer harvest, not only do you have to collect grains, but you also have to plow the ground again to plant autumn grains. This will take at least about a month.

Before the summer harvest, every household will prepare all the common things they need at home in advance, otherwise they will be too busy and have no time to go to town to buy them.

As soon as Father Ye laid out the things, adults and children in the village all gathered around him.

"Mr. Ye, bring me two candies, pick the bigger one."

"And me, I want a candy."

"I want two sickles and a hoe."

"This plow is good. How much does it cost?"

Seeing everyone's support, Ye's father became happy.

"Don't be crowded, everyone. You will definitely bring enough things. Take your time and don't rush."

When Fang Jiawang came over, he saw that Ye's father was surrounded by people in the village and was merciless in collecting money.

"This salesman Ye is quite capable." Fang Jiawang was extremely envious.

I feel even more confident about asking him to help introduce the daughter of a wealthy family.

Fang Jiawang waited aside for a long time. After seeing that everyone was almost gone, he stepped forward to talk to Father Ye.

"Uncle Ye, you are very knowledgeable. Do you know any family whose daughter is looking for a son-in-law?"

"Aren't you looking at each other? Why, do you want to be a home-based son-in-law?"

Father Ye looked him up and down, and he really thought of someone.