The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 344 Ma Ling's Fault (220)

As usual, after the lights were turned off, the two little girls fell asleep, and Zhao Youcai and Wang Meilan started talking about their son's marriage again.

When Wang Meilan said that she had gone to Liu Tiezui today, Zhao Youcai did not speak.

Seeing that Zhao Youcai was silent, Wang Meilan asked curiously, "What's wrong? Why didn't you speak?"

Zhao Youcai said: "I'm thinking about it, we are not short of money, and you plan to do a lot for your son, so why don't you pick other girls for your son?"

When Wang Meilan heard this, she frowned and said, "Have you not said that your son has taken a fancy to the old Ma's girl?"

"Then you don't need so much money to marry his daughter."

"Leave it alone." Wang Meilan said angrily, "It's fine if my son likes it. Who cares about the girl? I'm not short of money."

When Zhao Youcai heard these bold words, he was instantly speechless.

At this time, Wang Meilan said again: "Besides, I think Ma Ling is also very good. My daughter is beautiful, filial, and able to work. My son will marry her."

"Yeah." Hearing Wang Meilan talking about Ma Ling, Zhao Youcai nodded subconsciously, but then said: "This girl just has a problem!"

……

Early the next morning, Zhao Youcai was still cooking.

Since she had to go to work during the day and was unable to participate in labor reform, Wang Meilan arranged for him to work until morning.

As soon as the chef makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Zhao Youcai made stewed radish with beef, put it on top of the stew, and steamed a pot of steamed buns.

Then the family of five sat around the kang table and ate breakfast happily.

At the same time, Ma Ling, brother and sister Ma Ling and their parents were also eating in a family at Tundongtou, Yong'an.

Ma Ling's father's name is Ma Dafu, her mother's name is Wang Cuihua, and she has an older brother who got married and separated the year before last.

In this family of four, except for the ten-year-old Ma Yang, the other three were all very preoccupied when eating.

Wang Cuihua took a bite of the big pancake, and while chewing, she looked at her man. Seeing Ma Dafu winking at her, Wang Cuihua gave him a blank look, and then asked Ma Ling, "Girl, what did Liu Tiezui say about it yesterday?" Son, what are you thinking about?"

Hearing this, Ma Ling blushed, lowered her head and pretended to drink stick noodles, but said vaguely: "Mom, let me think about this matter again."

"Then why are you thinking about it?" At this time, Ma Dafu slipped aside and said, "That kid Zhao Jun is so nice. You can't find this shop even if you pass this village. What did you say? I can't find this uncle."

"That's called holding a lantern and you can't find it." Wang Cuihua gave Ma Dafu a blank look, and then said to Ma Ling: "Girl, if it's going to work, we have to call back, Liu Tiezui is still waiting. "

Ma Ling lowered her head and pondered for a while before she said, "Mom, can we call her back at noon?"

"What are you going to do again?" As soon as Ma Ling said that, Wang Cuihua's face suddenly turned aside, and said: "It's not that mother said you, it's a day of nonsense, what are you doing with that useless money?"

As soon as Wang Cuihua said this, Ma Ling's eyes turned red, and she lowered her head and remained silent. At this time, tears fell from her eyes, and they were falling into the stick noodle porridge.

Seeing this situation, Ma Dafu stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Cuihua. Wang Cuihua shrugged his arms and shouted to Ma Dafu: "Am I wrong? This is now. A few years earlier, she will have to be arrested."

Hearing this, Ma Ling turned her head and got up, and walked to the outer room.

Seeing Ma Ling leave, Ma Dafu gave Wang Cuihua a blank look, and complained, "Look at you, why are you arguing over dinner?"

Wang Cuihua stared, and angrily said: "Didn't you tell me to say it?"

"I..." Ma Dafu was speechless for a moment.

Ma Ling went outside the house, walked a few steps in front of the stack, looked left and right, and somehow took out a small butter paper package from inside.

This butter paper bag does not contain dry food, but is square and flat.

Ma Ling faced the stack of piles and her back to her own house, opened the butter paper bag, and put all the money inside into her pocket.

Then, Ma Ling walked out of the yard and left the house.

She walked quickly all the way south, and came to a house.

There are two thatched houses in this fence house. Ma Ling held the fence and shouted: "Ms. Han! Old Mrs. Han!"

Ma Ling yelled twice, but no one came out, so she wanted to open the Zhazi door and go in.

But when she turned around, Ma Ling realized that there was a person standing behind her.

Ma Ling was taken aback by this, she said "Oh my god", she hid back, and when she saw what was coming, she complained, "Uncle Han, why don't you say anything behind me?"

Han Jiang laughed, and said, "Girl, you can call your aunt when you come. I'm your uncle, why should I say anything?"

"You old man, you're still being picky." Ma Ling smiled and asked, "Is my aunt at home?"

"Where is the house?" Han Jiang raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the house, and said, "Go, my daughter enters the house."

Ma Ling followed Han Jiang into the house, and as soon as she opened the door, she smelled a smell of cigarettes. When she entered the back room, she saw a skinny little old lady sitting on the kang smoking a cigarette.

People in the mountains live a hard life, and they look older than their peers in the city in their teens or 20s.

This is not an exaggeration, this little old lady looks over 70, but she is only 51 this year.

"Hey, the eldest daughter is here!" Old Mrs. Han saw Ma Ling, her eyes lit up immediately, as if she saw the benefactor.

"Hey, Mrs. Han." Ma Ling took two steps forward, sat sideways on the kang, and said to Mrs. Han, "I'm here to trouble you again."

"Hey, what did my daughter say?" The old lady smiled and said, "We are not outsiders, so if you have anything to say, you can tell your aunt."

"This..." Ma Ling blushed, lowered her head slightly, pinched the hem of her clothes with her hands, and did not speak for a while.

Old Mrs. Han is also a good person. Seeing this situation, she giggled and asked, "Girl, are you going to have a kiss?"

To marry means to get married or be engaged.

Ma Ling lowered her head, but nodded, and closed her mouth but let out a "hmm".

The old Hantou and the old lady looked at each other, knowing that the girl was thin-skinned, and neither of them smiled.

Old Mrs. Han handed the pipe to the old man, then stretched out her hand to take Ma Ling's hand, and said softly, "Girl, do you want to see if it fits?"

"Yeah." Now that the old lady asked, Ma Ling didn't hide it anymore, and said directly: "I want my aunt to check it out for me, and if it works, I have to give someone a call back."

At this time, Han Jiang asked from the side: "Whose family does the kid belong to?"

"Zhao Jun from Zhao Youcai's family." Ma Ling replied quickly.

"Yo." The old lady heard the words, glanced at the old man, and then said to Ma Ling: "Girl, it's not my aunt..."

"You don't need to talk, aunt." Ma Ling directly took her hand out of Mrs. Han's hand, then fumbled in the pocket of the cotton-padded jacket, took out a wad of money, and counted them in front of the old man and old lady. There are zeros and zeros, but when added together, it is exactly ten yuan.

Ma Ling got up, walked to the tall wooden table next to her, lifted the money to the incense burner on the table, then turned to old Mrs. Han and said, "Mother, don't worry about it."

"Okay!" The old lady smiled, the creases on her face were squeezed together, and then she closed her eyes and muttered, muttered, and groaned.

Ma Ling stood aside and looked at the old lady nervously. After all, this was related to a major event in her life.

But the old lady frowned after saying a few words, which made the old man's heart skip a beat.

(End of this chapter)