Reborn in 1985 I want to leave the house with nothing

After hearing what Yang Huaihua said, Li Qiumei suddenly felt that Cheng Zhiqian's family was pretty mediocre.

At least only Cheng Zhishan clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with her, while others seemed to have accepted her.

Yang Huaihua cried for a while and almost vented her feelings.

Then he asked Li Qiumei: "Qiumei, how are you?"

Li Qiumei recounted everything that happened when she went to Cheng Zhiqian's house for dinner.

"That's fine, since this sister-in-law will get married sooner or later anyway.

She's giving you the cold shoulder now, so she'll probably be too embarrassed to come back after she gets married.

After all, there are no elderly people at home to support her.

Do you think she is stupid?"

Li Qiumei seemed to understand why Cheng Zhiqian's second uncle and second aunt had undergone such a big change.

Qin Ruyue asked Yang Huaihua: "Sister Hua, how much do the Yang Yingsong family give you as a betrothal gift?"

Yang Huaihua was stunned for a moment: "I forgot about this.

Qiu Mei, has Cheng Zhiqian given you the betrothal money? "

Li Qiumei hummed and said, "I gave you 660 yuan."

"When did Cheng Zhiqian give it to you?"

"It was given to me the day I came back from dinner."

Yang Huaihua pulled her hair in annoyance and said, "Why don't I learn my lesson? I didn't ask for a betrothal gift when I got married for the first time.

Now it’s the second time, and I’ve forgotten about it again.”

Qin Ruyue smiled and said, "This is not your fault. Maybe Yang Yingsong will give it to you tomorrow."

When Yang Yingsong heard that Cheng Zhiqian gave Li Qiumei 660 yuan as a gift, he sighed and said, "Captain, you can't raise the market price like this!

If the men in North City knew about this, they would curse you to death behind your back.

Oh, where can I find so much money for the betrothal gift? "

Cheng Zhiqian rolled his eyes at him and said, “Your own salary is in your hands, and you don’t have any burden.

How is it possible that you don't even have this little money? I'm penniless and I had to borrow it to give you this."

Yang Yingsong was so anxious that he kept scratching his head: "Since my wife died, no one has taken care of me.

I spend all of this salary every month.

Oh, no, no, I have to go back and raise money."

When Yang Yingsong returned home, his parents and grandmother were sitting at home eating melon seeds and watching TV.

He felt overwhelmed.

"Oh my goodness, I'm getting married the day after tomorrow, why are you still sitting there?

Please help me clean the room quickly and buy me anything I need."

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Yang Yingsong was furious: "Well, if you don't allow me to marry Huahua, then I will just go to their house.

So as not to come back and bother you."

Seeing Yang Yingsong turning around and about to leave, his mother quickly grabbed him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are the only child in our Yang family, how dare you come to our house!"

His grandmother picked up her cane and knocked on the floor: “Xiaosong, each family can only have one child now.

You are the only child in our Yang family, so you must give birth to a son to continue the family line.

Not to mention that Yang Huaihua has the same surname as us, the key point is that she is pregnant with a daughter.

Your mother has asked your Aunt Mei to arrange a meeting between you and Susu in the next few days. Haven’t you always been fond of her?

Your parents and I agree that you two can be together."

Yang Yingsong was completely stunned: "Grandma, who is Susu you are talking about?"

His mother pulled him to sit on the sofa and said, "Yingsong, have you forgotten?

That’s Yang Suyun, the one you insisted on marrying after you came back from the army.

At that time, didn't we disagree with you two being together?

Later, you married Ma Yan, and Yang Suyun went to the countryside to teach.

I haven't married in these years.

We think that you might as well marry Yang Suyun instead of Yang Huaihua."

Yang Yingsong was so angry that he laughed: "This happened many years ago.

At that time, you insisted that I marry Chen Shengnan, so I asked Yang Suyun to help me act.

Yang Suyun is a blessed girlfriend, how can you talk nonsense. "

His father was not resigned to the fact: "Youfu has been married for a long time. Susu is a young girl, so she is better than that widow."

Yang Yingsong stiffened his neck and said, "Dad, I think it suits you."

Before he could finish his words, the three old men in the room chased Yang Yingsong and started beating him.

He had no choice but to run downstairs and felt his trouser pocket: "No, I must get the betrothal money for Huahua today."

He has four older sisters, and they should also sponsor some money for the marriage of their only brother.

Yang Yingsong thought: "Two hundred yuan per person doesn't seem to be enough, so let's set it at three hundred yuan for now.

His second sister works in a good company and her family is rich, so they can get more out of it.”

Thinking of this, Yang Yingsong rode his bicycle straight to the workplace of his four sisters.

"Sister, I'm getting married the day after tomorrow. I'm short of money, so please give me the gift money first."

Yang Yingping was surprised: "Xiaosong, what are you talking about?"

Yang Yingsong took out the marriage certificate and said, "Sister, look, Huahua and I have already obtained the marriage certificate.

The date is set for the day after tomorrow."

Yang Yingping looked through the marriage certificate: "Why so sudden? Do my parents know?"

"Of course I know, they are back.

When I got married last time, you gave the gift money to our mother. I can’t use the money without grandma’s permission.

This time when we get married, I will come to your house to get it, you just give it to me directly."

Before Yang Yingping could ask anything else, Yang Yingsong urged her to pay.

"Sister, I have to buy wedding supplies after I get the money."

Yang Yingping asked him with a smile: "Why are you in such a hurry? Your parents will get it for you anyway.

Tell me how much gift money you want from my elder sister to satisfy you."

Yang Yingsong was humble for a moment: "How much you give is your intention towards me, just give as you see fit.

There’s an old saying that goes, “The more money you give me, the more you love me.”

Yang Yingping chuckled and teased Yang Yingsong on purpose: "I only have a few dollars on me. Do you want to give it all to you?"

Yang Yingsong got anxious when he heard this: "Sister, I came here by bicycle, I'll take you back."

Yang Yingping refused: "I have a meeting soon, it's too late."

Yang Yingsong was a little angry after the failure. He said, "Then you can give it to my parents when we get married. I'm leaving now."

Yang Yingsong turned around and went downstairs, and Yang Yingping quickly called him.

"Stinky boy, I'll send it to you in the evening."

"You can't wait. Either give it to me now, or give it to my parents on the day of your wedding."

Yang Yingping was anxious: "Can't you wait for a few hours?"

Yang Yingsong muttered quietly: "When you get home, you will definitely be on the same side as your parents again."

He rode his bike straight to his second sister's place, and he had already prepared a new story on the way.

Who would have thought that as soon as Yang Yingsong took out the marriage certificate in front of his second sister, it was snatched away by his second sister.

"Let me see what excuse you can come up with to scare us."

Yang Yingsong thought, "It's all over. Even the eldest and second sisters who love him the most can't get any money from him. I guess Huahua won't get any money for the betrothal gift."