Film and Television: Starting from the Journey to Guandong

Chapter 11
The old man echoed: "You said that your family was also a wealthy family back then, so why did you tell Xian'er to Zhu Kaishan's son? It's wrong for you to be from a poor family!"

Tan Yongqing sighed, knocked his pipe on the sole of his shoe twice, and said helplessly:
"Isn't it just a matter of looking at his family's family style? Who doesn't know Zhu Kaishan in the town? He is also a man. He has a set of Bagua boxing that is unrivaled from far and near. He has a reputation for hoeing the strong and supporting the weak."

The old man nodded and sighed: "That's true. It's a pity that following the Boxer Rebellion, we were involved in a lawsuit, and the family was also defeated, eh? Old Tan, don't you regret this marriage?"

"What's the use of regretting? The settled marriage is a nail on the iron plate. How will I behave if I regret it? Besides, Xian'er has already said that life and death belong to the Zhu family."

The old man heard it. It wasn't that Tan Yongqing didn't want to regret it, but that Xian'er was stubborn and disagreed.

Besides, Lao Tan is a shameless person. Now the whole town knows that his daughter is going to marry Zhu Chuanwen. Although she still needs a bride price, it is basically a certainty.

The old man nodded without revealing Tan Yongqing's little thoughts:
"Xian'er and Chuanwen are a good match. She has learned boxing from Zhu Kaishan since she was a child, and her martial arts skills are not inferior to Chuanwen's. The two children are very good. Then let's get married early and keep my daughter at home. We also get a lot of food a year.”

When Tan Yongqing heard these words, it seemed as if they were speaking to his heart:
"It's not that bad, but I've urged them several times. I didn't ask them for any gift, but I asked them for a pound of millet. Is it too much?"

The old man said: "It's not too much to say."

"But even this little request stumps them. It's been so long and there's been no movement. Haha, I see, they just want nothing to show for it."

When the old man heard Tan Yongqing's sneer, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his words changed:
"Hey, what is the most expensive thing now? That is food. A pound of millet can be exchanged for a good piece of furniture, but for Lao Zhu's family, one pound shouldn't be much, right? You still have to go short."

Tan Yongqing bit his pipe and looked incomprehensible.

"It's going to be short. My noble son has just got engaged. She is the daughter of Sun Dashou, the head of the spoon. They don't ask for a betrothal gift. What they want is a bushel of millet. Where can I get it?"

"Yes, these days, all eyes are on food." The old man was talking, and suddenly pointed in the distance, "Hey, let's talk about Cao Cao. When Cao Cao arrives, do you see who is in the courtyard?"

Tan Yongqing squinted his eyes and leaned out. It was heard outside the courtyard gate that the Wen brothers were walking this way. He slapped his legs: "It's Zhu Kaishan's third son and Zhu Chuanwen. Look at the rice bags they are carrying. I'm afraid it's not enough for a kilogram. No. I can’t see you.”

With that said, Tan Yongqing walked around to close the door.

Just as Zhu Chuanren finished explaining what he wanted to say to the boss, he looked inside and saw Tan Yongqing's actions at a glance, and said loudly:

"Uncle Tan, we haven't seen you for a long time. I am Chuanren, the third eldest son of the Zhu family!"

Yes, there was no way to hide now. Tan Yongqing pretended to check the door panel, shook it back and forth, and found that there was nothing wrong. Then he walked out of the house:

"Oh, it's Chuanren. I said you look so familiar. You haven't been a guest at Uncle Tan's house for a while."

"Haha, aren't you here? Just in time to talk about the marriage with my eldest brother!"

"Oh? You want to kiss me?"

Chuanren poked the boss and whispered:

"Kneel down! Talk!"

In the end, Zhu Chuanwen did not lose face, he just bowed and said with a smile:

"Uncle Tan, according to your request, my family sold iron to get a pound of millet. I will get half a pound today to fully finalize the marriage, and then make up for the remaining half pound after the wedding!"

Tan Yongqing was worried at first, but when he heard that they only brought half a catty, what nonsense was that?Suddenly he said:
"I think this marriage is just like this. You, Mr. Zhu, have no sincerity at all. Is a pound of millet much? Not much, right? Considering the relationship between you and Xian'er, I didn't ask for more. What's the result? Hey, hey, hey, go, go, go. After all these days, and you still pay it in two installments, I think you haven’t collected it at all, so you can just throw away the half a pound, right?”

Zhu Chuanwen's face turned pale. This was different from what he expected.No, he thought about Uncle Tan regretting it, but he just thought about it casually. Who would have thought that he really regretted it.

Chuanren felt that the matter was not that simple. There was something wrong with the man named Tan, and there might be something hidden behind the matter.

Thinking of this, he quickly spoke out, trying to stabilize the other party:

"Uncle Tan, our family doesn't speak the same language. We got the millet you asked for. We gave it to you in two installments because we were afraid that it would not look good on the day of the wedding to be empty-handed.

If you think this is inappropriate, then I'll go home and get the remaining millet. Don't worry, I'm young and will retreat quickly. I'll be back before dark! "

It is said that this argument is perfect, well-founded and has nothing wrong with it.

However, Tan Yongqing was determined and refused to listen to him:

"Okay, stop talking about this. I know what you are thinking. If you are really sincere, then I want a fight. Just take it out and Xian'er will immediately follow you!"

grass!You old bastard, I'm afraid you've already made up your mind to raise the price, right?

Chuanren cursed in his heart, his face was gloomy and uncertain, and Chuanwen even wanted to cry without tears:

"Uncle Tan, please do me a favor. This will make things easier for me and Xian'er. I promise that we will double our compensation for you in the future. Where can I get a bushel of millet in these days?"

Tan Yongqing said with a gloomy face:
"That's your business, I don't care. As I said, as long as you are sincere, Xian'er will never marry to another family. Otherwise, don't blame me, Tan Yongqing, for being unkind. Okay, it's getting late. Come back quickly!"

Zhu Chuanwen continued to beg, but Chuanren stopped him and said softly:
"Stop talking, he is determined, let's talk about it when we get back!"

"But, but" Zhu Chuanwen scratched his head anxiously, completely losing his bearings.

Zhu Chuanren didn't want to talk nonsense to him. If he wanted to stay here, he could stay there. He turned around and left without saying a word.

Zhu Chuanwen didn't want to stay, nor did he want to leave. He walked around for a long time, and finally left Lao Tan's house with gritted teeth and stamped his feet!
At the entrance of Tanjia Village, Zhu Chuanwen caught up with Tsar Ren, panting, and shouted angrily:

"Why did you just leave? Uncle Tan probably just wants to test my sincerity. At worst, I will kneel down and beg him hard."

Zhu Chuanren scolded with a cold face:

“I couldn’t lose my shame just now, but now I have to give up my shame for a woman?”

Chuan Wen was so choked that he couldn't speak. He kept mumbling for a long time before saying:

"Aren't I anxious? We finally got millet, why did they regret it? Really."

He wanted to curse a few words, but he stopped when the words came to his mouth. After all, he was his future father-in-law. He could say a few words in his heart, but he didn't dare to curse out his mouth!

"Stop being naive, do you really think he wants to test your sincerity?" Chuanren walked back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Chuan Wen followed behind and said with a downcast look:

"Then we can't really get a bunch of millet, right? Who can have so much left these days?"

(End of this chapter)