Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

Chapter 227 Jiaoer

"Mom, I don't want to marry her."

The He family at the end of Shuangqiao Town was also having dinner.

He Tian put down his bowl and chopsticks and spoke to Mrs. Song with an irritated expression.

"Oh, you don't want to marry? You have to marry even if you don't want to. Unless you want your mother to die, you can choose for yourself -"

Mrs. Song sneered.

This sentence holds He Tian's destiny.

"Mom, why do you have to force your son? You know I will choose you, why can't Jiao'er? I want to marry Jiao'er!"

"Marry her? Go to your father's memorial tablet and ask him if he agrees! My son, why don't you understand mother's painstaking efforts? Ever since you were sensible, mother has been hoping that you can get a good name and don't ask for Jinshi. , even if he is a scholar, do you know how long your uncle's family has been thinking about the house your father left? Marry her? Is a child born to that kind of person worthy of being the eldest grandson of the He family? If your uncle knew, do you think he Are you going to make a fuss? Son, my mother just wants to watch you get married and start a business in peace, and find an innocent girl to give birth to the grandson of the He family. She doesn’t have many years to live, so don’t let her die in peace, okay?"

"mother......"

He Tian's voice became softer.

"Mom has never given up on letting you take the imperial examination. If you really get the imperial examination in the future and have a wife like that, you will be ridiculed in the officialdom, son -"

As the bowl hit the table hard, Mrs. Song also shed tears of sadness.

"I was wrong, mother. I listened to you. Don't cry. Mother, I will marry you. Is it okay if I marry you?"

He Tian's psychological defense completely collapsed.

His father died a long time ago and he was brought up by his mother, so he was naturally filial.

Seeing his mother burst into tears made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

What is love or not?

None of it matters at this moment.

"Son, mother knows that you like her, and mother doesn't want you to feel sad. You are the golden flesh and blood that fell from mother's body. How could mother not love you? Every time you get sick, mother wants to suffer for you. If God said let's If Mom dies now, she will keep you healthy until you grow old. Mom promises to die soon. Son, how could Mom not love you? Listen to Mom, okay? Just beg you as Mom. Mom is doing this for your own good. ——”

Mrs. Song stroked He Tian's face.

His eyes were already cloudy.

Tears like raindrops.

"I listen to mother. I listen. Mother, don't cry anymore. I will listen to you. It's my son's fault. Mother, how about we eat."

He Tian hurriedly picked up his sleeve and helped her wipe away her tears.

Soon the cuffs were soaked.

Looking at his son's embarrassed appearance.

Mrs. Song finally stopped crying.

"Son, mother knows that you feel uncomfortable, but she will definitely do what she promised. When that girl named Xue comes in, mother will help you take a concubine. Jiao'er can only be a concubine, not a real wife. She will always be her I will stay by your side to accompany you, the process is not important, the ending is the same, right?"

"Well, just listen to mother, mother, you can make the decision."

He Tian no longer dared to talk back.

If he makes his mother cry again, he will be nothing.

"Son, be good. Mom knows that you are filial. Let's eat. Look at you. Your clothes are all wet. Go take a shower soon after eating. I won't study today. I will go to Baihua Village with my mother to propose marriage tomorrow morning. That girl is pretty. Okay, not ugly, but her family background is too poor. Although her father is a leader in the village, he is still a farmer. However, she has a lot of dowry, which is similar to that of a girl in the town. She is far away and easy to discipline. Five taels of silver is enough for our family. More than a year's expenses have been spent. After your father passed away, almost all the money was spent. In the future, you can control her and let her go back to her parents' home to enjoy the autumn breeze, so that our family's life will be easier... "

"Well, my dear mother, come and eat tofu."

There were only fried vegetables and egg and tofu soup on the table.

The tofu and eggs are fried first and then boiled, so they won't fall apart even when picked up with chopsticks.

The He family's life was not that easy.

After He Tian's father died, he left this house and more than one hundred taels of silver.

The expenses for so many years, plus He Tian's study, are almost spent.

When Mrs. Song returned to her room at night, she opened the cabinet containing the money and counted it.

I only have three and a half taels of silver left, and I have to propose marriage tomorrow.

The dowry of the daughter-in-law is five taels. Wouldn't it be very embarrassing if they gave three and a half taels as a bride price?

Mrs. Song dug through the box again and found the dowry bracelet she had used when she got married. It was made of gold and iron. It cost two taels of silver when she bought it. But it was worthless to sell it, only a little over a tael at most.

After all, iron is not as valuable as gold.

The same weight of gold as the bracelet would cost at least fifteen taels to buy.

After more than 20 years, the bracelet had been worn out by the years. Mrs. Song asked the maid to get a piece of cloth and wipe it carefully for a long time.

This made the bracelet look brighter.

"Xiaotian and I won't be back for lunch tomorrow, so you can prepare lunch by yourself."

It was getting late, Mrs. Song put the bracelet in the jewelry box and locked it, taking off her clothes while talking to the maid.

"Auntie, is Brother Xiaotian going to propose marriage?"

The maid's voice was soft and waxy, like a natural baby voice.

"Who is your aunt? You are just a maid called Madam! Who is your name, Brother Xiaotian? He is the eldest young master of the He family! Watch your tongue!"

Mrs. Song frowned and stared at her.

The maid immediately knelt on the ground.

Shivering.

"I'm sorry, Aunt... No, no, no, it's madam. I'm sorry, madam. It's the slave who didn't control his mouth and shouted at people. Madam, don't be angry. It's all the slave's fault. It's the slave's fault."

The maid began to slap herself.

"Didn't you eat? Work harder!"

Song did not spare her.

"Yes, ma'am-"

"Clap clap clap-"

After being slapped for more than ten times in a row, the maid's face was red and swollen, which made her look distressed. Tears fell from her face, but her hands did not stop at all.

"Okay, get out of here. I'll get angry when I see you."

Mrs. Song waved her hand.

Lie down on the bed, turn your back and stop looking at her.

"Yes, ma'am."

The maid's voice sounded like she was crying.

She walked backwards to the door, closed the door quietly, and left.

After the footsteps disappeared, Mrs. Song turned around.

I blew out the candle, put on my coat, and got out of bed.

The moon and stars hid behind the clouds, making the entire land look pitch black.

He's backyard.

Someone was crying quietly.

After a while, another figure appeared.