"What are you crying? I was crying for the eldest daughter and was sold for a tael of silver to celebrate, or was crying for the second daughter and turned into a fool, or was crying for the third son's leg broken, and almost became disabled?"

Song Nuanqi was so angry that she laughed, and her words were full of barbs.

As a mother who abandons her children, what is the face she has here to cry and say how impatient she is?

Where is the face, is there any more?

there is none left!

As early as she left alone, she disappeared.

After hearing this, He Ju was shocked. She couldn't even cry.

Song Nuan stuffed her purse back, "No need for you to do this! With me here, they can't die! No need for you to remind you of seeing or not, we will never see you later. It's not that our appearance will affect you, but that you are not worthy of appearing in front of us."

After saying that, she left without looking back.

In the yard, Old Mrs. Wen was waiting for her with a bag.

Song Nuan stepped forward and held her hand, "Grandma, let's go."

"Okay! Let's go!" Old Mrs. Wen looked back at He Ju who was standing at the door of the room. Her face was very pitiful, but Old Mrs. Wen didn't pity her.

There must be something hateful about a poor person!

The grandparents and grandson went to the hall to say goodbye to Mr. Yang and others. In addition to the Yang family, there was also a woman dressed in fancy clothes and heavy makeup in the hall.

"Brother Yang."

"Uncle."

The woman turned around and looked over, and immediately laughed into a flower, "Oh, isn't this Aunt Wen and Chef Song? I really didn't expect to meet you here."

Song Nuan looked over and frowned.

Whose matchmaker is from his surname?

The Yang family in the hall looked at the three of them.

Do they know?

Song Nuan nodded gently, which was considered a response.

Mr. Yang on the main seat asked, "Alan, do you know each other?"

When Alan? The matchmaker heard this familiar name, she immediately responded: "When I go back to my old man, I have relatives in my mother's house to live in Gaoshan Village. Not long ago, Mr. Wen invited me to come over. The second girl of the Wen family is at the age of marriage."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Wen frowned.

Mr. Yang's eyes lit up and asked suddenly: "Alan, I have been busy these days and have not asked about the younger generations in your family. Your second girl is just in the marriage, and now we are discussing marriages for A'an again. I wonder if our two families have any chance..."

The Yang and Wen families are in marriage?

The Yang family looked different, and Yang An immediately lowered his face.

He hates that Wen Yue'e.

Just as I was thinking about how to reject his grandfather, I heard Mrs. Wen interrupt the most critical word of Mr. Yang, "Brother Yang, it's inappropriate!"

"Alan, our Wen Yang family is considered a family friend. You are a Gui, Afu and the two boys in my family also know each other. This is a good person, the younger generation..."

"Not good!" Old Mrs. Wen interrupted Mr. Yang again, "Brother Yang, don't ask why? You also know my temperament."

Mr. Yang looked at her deeply and nodded for a long time.

"Okay! Listen to you."

Yang An and Song Nuan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

They were both frightened just now. If Mr. Yang and Mrs. Wen hit it off, then this family would probably have to be tied if they didn't get married.

The matchmaker beside him was stunned.

A small farmer is unwilling to marry a large family in Qin County, which is really hard to understand.

What is this old lady Wen thinking?

Are you stupid?

"Uncle, uncles, aunts, brothers, we have been disturbed these days. We have been away from home for a long time, so we don't stay for a long time, so we come to say goodbye to you."

Song Nuan let go of old lady Wen and walked forward and said gracefully to everyone in the hall.

"Uncle, Xiao Song, I'll give you a visit." Yang An found a reason, immediately got up and walked towards Song Nuan, and took off the bag on her shoulder.

Just throw it on your shoulder and carry it on your back.

Mr. Yang also stood up, "Boss, you couple will take a look first, choose and choose, A'an and I will send the guests away."

"Yes, dad."

The matchmaker looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

What is the origin of the Wen family?

The Yang family is so polite to them all?

Outside the gate, four people stopped.

"Alan, take care of yourself!"

"Brother Yang, take care of yourself!"

"Okay!" Mr. Yang smiled and nodded, looking at Song Nuan, "Xiao Song, if you have any medicinal materials in the future, you will send them to the pharmacy. If you want to catch any medicine, you will find the shopkeeper Ming. Aan will explain the matter. After this, we will forget it. However, I still hope that you will come to the county to take the medical examination in the spring next year, which will be much more convenient for you in the future."

Song Nuan nodded, "Yes, uncle."

"Uncle, Xiao Song, I'll take you to the restaurant."

"No need! Let's go by ourselves." Song Nuan gently pulled the corner of his sleeve, "Let's talk to the side."

"good!"

The two walked aside and whispered, and the two old men also started chatting.

"Alan, why don't you want the two families to marry?"

"Brother Yang, that girl in my family is not suitable. I'm not afraid of you making fun of it. That girl is raised by her parents, which is not suitable for A'an, and even more so for the Yang family."

Old Mrs. Wen smiled bitterly, "Aan was the head of the Yang family before, so you can't choose a wife too hasty. That girl in my family really can't do it. Our two families are not a first time to meet each other. You know what kind of person I am. How can I do something that delays your family?"

As he said that, Old Mrs. Wen looked at the two whispering juniors not far away.

"Aan is a good boy."

How could she not want Wen Yue'e to have a good home? But because she knows how much she has and knows the bottom line, she knows it even more that this is not suitable.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yang sighed, "Okay! Listen to you, you will not be without your own reason in dealing with people and things, so I will just listen to what you said."

"good!"

On the other side, Song Nuan and Yang An finished speaking and the two returned.

Yang An and Song Nuan helped Old Mrs. Wen to get on the carriage together, "Uncle, A'an, take care of yourself!"

Old Mrs. Wen pulled out the curtain and said, "Brother Yang, take care of yourself!"

"Take a good care!"

"Alan, take care of yourself!"

Song Nuan bent down and entered the carriage, "Let's go, go to your restaurant."

Hou was at the gate of Yang Mansion with Tang Qiao's carriage, and he had already asked the groom to come.

"Yes! Drive..."

Song Nuan originally wanted to accompany Mrs. Wen to stroll on the street, but who knew that when she arrived at the restaurant, Tang Qiao took her to the kitchen, and she was busy until noon.

...

Gaoshan Village, Wen Family.

Song Ling didn't want to stay in the house anymore, so she clamored to go to the yard. Bai Shi couldn't persuade her, so she helped her to the yard to bask in the sun.

"I want to play this, too."

Song Ling pointed at the soybeans in the dustpan.

Bai smiled, grabbed a handful of soybeans from the dustpan, and said, "Would you please teach A Ling?"

"good!"

"Come on! You're optimistic, we have to pick out this kind of, this kind of, and this kind of, and we'll put the beans out in this bucket."

Bai patiently taught Song Ling to pick soybeans.

"I will, I will!"

Song Ling excitedly grabbed a handful of soybeans and picked out all the bad beans inside. After picking them up, she held the soybeans and asked Bai with a smile: "Uncle, look."

"Yes, yes, that's it." Bai Shi nodded with a smile, "Aling is so well-behaved! What a smart child."

"Hehe!" Song Ling smiled.
To be continued...