Fleeing the wasteland and farming: don't panic, the family's metaphysics boss

Chapter 102 Someone Wants to Propose Marriage

Daquwan, which is only a quarter of a foot away from Jiuquli, is the largest market in this area. There are more than a dozen streets criss-crossing. There are all kinds of things. People say that if you can think of it, you can’t find it here. .

Qingyu stopped in front of a carpentry workshop in Daqu Benmu Lane.

There was a lot of noise inside the door, there were yelling and begging for mercy. Even though the whole alley was ping-pong, the sound from the house was still deafening.

The door was still closed, and Qing Yu looked in through the crack of the door, and there was no bolt inside.

"This Jiang Mutou was beating his apprentice again early in the morning."

"The onion is also pitiful, why is there such a master, and being beaten is like a routine."

Qing Yu turned her head and saw that it was the husband and wife who were diagonally opposite the door, carrying a burden and preparing to go out to sell wooden carvings.

The husband and wife looked at her and didn't care. In their view, Qing Yu was just a curious and playful child.

Qing Yu waited for the couple to leave, then opened the door and went in, just in time to witness the angry and flushed middle-aged man holding up a wooden stick thick as a thumb.

The middle-aged man was wearing a gray-blue cloth shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and the exposed half of the arm looked dark.

He had a beard on his pointed and thin chin, and a pair of small eyes looked at the boy kneeling in front of him with hatred, and he said with even more anguish: "Tell me, where is the money hidden?"

The boy kneeling on the ground looked sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in gray linen, his cheeks were thin, and the hands hanging on his legs were rough and not like the hands of a boy.

He lowered his head slightly, with a lonely and sad expression, without the vitality that a young man should have.

The wooden stick fell on the boy's back again, and the boy grunted, but still shook his head and said he didn't know.

Qingyu silently sat down for the two of them, this is Jiang Mutou and his apprentice Onion.

Onion's shaking of his head and denial made Jiang Mutou more annoyed. Jiang Mutou held up a stick and slapped a few more sticks, beating and cursing:

"I told you to lie, you little bastard. The good ones didn't learn to learn the bad ones, but they even learned to steal. Do I eat or wear less than you usually do? You want to steal so much money? If you don't admit it today, I will tell you Peel off this layer of skin, let me see if you admit it."

Onion still choked up and shook his head, "Master, I really didn't steal the money, I didn't."

Jiang Mutou became more and more annoyed and furious, "You still don't admit it, there are only a few people in the family, who stole it if you didn't steal it?" As he said, the strength in his hands became heavier.

"Father, don't beat me. Brother Onion has always been obedient. When did he disobey you? If he said he didn't take it, he must have not taken it. Even if you beat him to death, he won't be able to change the money."

A plainly dressed but slim girl was crying and persuading her.The girl is also about fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looks good, but at this time she is crying like pear blossoms and rain.

After the girl finished speaking, the woman who was also watching from the side spoke, with a bit of hatred in her tone,

"You admit that you took it, we have raised you for many years, and we will not kick you out for stealing money.

As long as you take out the money, kowtow to your master to admit your mistake and promise not to do it again, you are still a member of our family, otherwise, don't stay in this family. "

Cong Tou cried with tears all over his face, but still shook his head: "Master, Mistress, it's really not me, I didn't steal it."

"Little bastard, if you don't tell the truth, I'll just beat you to death today. I think you're still stubborn." Jiang Mutou was so angry that he looked around, wanting to change the stick, but saw Qingyu at the door, and asked calmly, "Are you Which family's baby? What are you doing?"

Qingyu came to Jiang Mutou with his hands behind his back, glanced at Onion again, and said with a smile, "I'm here to find money for you."

The few people in the courtyard were a little confused, Jiang Mutou frowned even more, and pointed at Qingyu with a stick: "Little boy, what do you mean by that? Could it be that you stole the money?"

Qing Yu chuckled, "I didn't steal the money, but your money will be delivered to your door soon, just wait."

These words made Jiang Mutou more and more puzzled, he and his wife looked at each other, both of them looked puzzled, this girl was not from this alley, they had never seen it before.

Qing Yu didn't care about them, just looked around in the yard, and then saw the two vermilion wooden doors standing in the middle of the main room.

With a childish voice, she pointed at Zhu Men and said, "I want that door, it looks good."

Jiang Mutou looked in the direction she pointed, and smiled, "This is a high-quality Zhumumen. If you want it, let your adults buy it."

Qing Yu shook her head, "I won't buy it, I will ask you to give it to me."

"Send you off?" Jiang Mutou snorted angrily, too lazy to waste words with a kid, so he raised his hand and said: "Go, go, play somewhere else."

Qing Yu sat on the threshold, looked at the end of the alley, and soon, there was a sound of beating gongs, drums and suona from far and near.

"Marry a girl, marry a girl." Qingyu jumped up and shouted while running in the alley.

There are quite a few residents in Muxiang, and when they heard that someone was going to marry a girl, they all ran out to watch the excitement.

"Who's marrying a girl? Is it from our alley?"

"I don't know. Little baby, who will marry a girl?" someone asked Qingyu.

Qingyu pointed to Jiang Mutou's house, "His family, my uncle will still be a scholar in the future."

Hearing this, Muxiang became lively. The daughter of Jiang Mutou's family was good-looking, and Jiang Mutou rejected many people who came to propose marriage. He looked down on ordinary people, so it turned out that he fell in love with a scholar.

People in Muxiang gathered around the door of Jiang Mutou's house, and the sound of gongs and drums was getting closer and closer. Many people nodded, believing in their hearts that it was indeed Jiang Mutou's family who wanted to marry their daughter.

Some people even came to the door directly to tease, "Jiang Mutou, marrying a daughter is such a great thing, why do you hide it from us and not let us know, you are still a scholar, you are afraid that the good thing will not go out."

Jiang Mutou looked inexplicable, "Why marry a daughter?" After that, he looked displeased, "Don't talk nonsense, my Cheng Lan is not engaged yet, what virtue are you accumulating."

"I still don't admit it, my uncle in the future has sent all the betrothal gifts to my door, hey, here I am, wow, this style is not small, Jiang Mutou, come out and have a look, there are more than a dozen big boxes, congratulations, congratulations, I finally gave it to your daughter I found a good family."

Someone also laughed and joked, "Old man Jiang is finally willing to let his daughter marry someone. If this drags on, Miss Chenglan will become an old lady."

The sound of gongs and drums seemed to be in his ears, Jiang Mutou finally lost his balance, and hurried out to look at the alley. Sure enough, a team of men and horses in red came. .

Someone recognized who it was, "Hey, isn't this Zhang Xiucai? Now Jiang Mutou has climbed to Gao Zhier. He is a popular candidate for this year's rural examination."

"I heard that Zhang Xiucai's family is well-off. The house on Honghua Street is so expensive, so he lives there."

"Jiang Mutou usually doesn't talk much, but unexpectedly he has a good eye."

During the discussion, Zhang Xiucai had already arrived at the door of Jiang Mutou's house, greeted the people around with a smile on his face, and then he was about to enter the yard with his clothes on, but was stopped by Jiang Mutou with a straight face at the door, Zhang Xiucai hurriedly nodded, "Xiaosheng has met the future Mr. Yuezhang."

(End of this chapter)