Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 307: Marriage Proposal

Jiang Baohua reclined on the kang, puffing at his pipe, "It’s time to get married. Getting married before joining the army isn’t bad at all. After all, the engagement is set; sooner or later, we need to marry. Seeing there’s nothing much going on now, why not marry her early?"

Jiang Xingjun hung his head low, his earlobes tinged red. Li Xiulan was quite attractive; he always liked her. However, she didn’t seem too pleased with him.

Originally, he thought the marriage would be off, but unexpectedly, it had a moment of revival.

"Hmm."

Zhou Guizhi found it difficult, "But the Li Family wants five hundred yuan as a dowry. Where on earth can we get that kind of money?"

That was indeed a troublesome matter.

Earlier, they claimed poverty in front of the matchmaker, though it wasn’t just claiming poverty—they were truly poor. Almost all their savings had been used to buy jobs for the eldest and second sons, and they even owed Xu Qinghuan two hundred yuan.

They planned to repay it by the end of the year.

Yet the matchmaker said, "In-laws, saying these words is pointless. It’s not as if you are truly impoverished. What’s truly impoverished is when you can’t find a penny anywhere; that’s real poverty. How is your family considered poor?

Both sons are working. If you truly had no money, borrowing wouldn’t be impossible. First support the third one in getting married, and when he joins the army, figure out how to repay it later. Wouldn’t your family be willing to make this sacrifice?"

She was practically suggesting that they borrow money from Xu Qinghuan. Plus, the Li family’s daughter wasn’t a heavenly beauty to be demanding a five hundred yuan dowry.

It’s like they want to compete with Xu Qinghuan, but the key point is, can they compete? Is there even a chance of comparison? They are worlds apart, can they compare?

Facing her son, Zhou Guizhi didn’t speak directly, but she was visibly annoyed, making no attempt to hide it.

"Mom, let’s hold off for now. Anyway, they’ve delayed me for two to three years over there," Jiang Xingjun wasn’t love-struck; he simply hadn’t expected the five hundred yuan dowry and got dizzy for a moment.

"You’re about to go to the army. Once you’re there, who knows when you can come back. Establishing your family first is the right way," Jiang Baohua spoke again to Zhou Guizhi,

"As for the Li family, find someone to talk to them. Back then, the dowry was agreed at fifty yuan; now asking for five hundred isn’t right."

Privately, Zhou Guizhi wasn’t in favor of the marriage with the Li family, but now that her son was going to the army, if things fell apart, it would be easy for others to criticize.

Matchmaker Chai left the Jiang family and immediately went to the Dong Sufen family. Seeing her, Dong Sufen hurried into the room, while Li Fengying nearly rolled out the carpet in welcome, eagerly offering her a cup of sweet water.

Matchmaker Chai had been talking her mouth dry at the Jiang family, her lips chapped. Zhou Guizhi only gave her a bowl of well water, but now she finally enjoyed the treatment befitting a top matchmaker from miles around.

"Old sister, I’m here to ask for a matchmaker’s gift. There’s a fine young man who matches perfectly with your Sufen. They’re truly a match made in heaven, fitting in every possible way," Matchmaker Chai said, her face radiant.

Li Fengying was overjoyed, much like someone diagnosed with a terminal disease suddenly hearing there’s a doctor who can cure it; there’s no reason to let go.

"Old sister, tell me, where is he from?"

"He’s a young man from the mountains. No need to mention his looks; he’s quite upright, on par with that Jiang Xingye from your village. He’s hardworking, just one thing slightly lacking..."

If everything were good, he wouldn’t be settling for marrying into their family, Li Fengying wasn’t surprised at all, instead mentally prepared, "Just say it straight, what’s there to hide?"

"You know me, I never mince words. Clear is clear, what’s past is past. You’ll always live together, and I’m not one for trick and deceive,"

Matchmaker Chai took a big sip of sweet water, wiped her mouth, "Speaking of what’s bad, it’s not that bad. Nowadays, everyone’s the same, just one word: poor."

Nowadays, every family is poor, Li Fengying wasn’t surprised, "Is his family in debt to the production team?"

In the countryside, debts are usually owed to the production team.

"No debts actually, what I mean is that young man is simply poor. However, on the flip side, if he weren’t poor, he wouldn’t be marrying into your family. Am I right?"

"That’s true." Li Fengying was quite eager, "Enough talk about everything else; what’s his name? Where’s he from?"

"I’ll say his name first, it’s Ye Quanguai..."

Before Chai Matchmaker finished her sentence, Dong Gensheng, smoking on the doorstep, jumped to his feet, grabbing a broom, "Ye Quanguai? That Ye Quanguai from the mountains who killed a wife and bought Jiang Xingyong’s ex-wife?"

Seeing trouble brewing, Matchmaker Chai laughed awkwardly, "Ah, bought Jiang Xingyong’s wife? I truly didn’t know that, oh dear, I was tricked then..."

Dong Gensheng was so angry he was practically smoking. He raised the broom to hit Matchmaker Chai, "You blind, heartless old hag! Daring to trick my daughter like this, get out, get out! From now on, don’t ever come to the Shangjiang Team again. You come once, I’ll hit you once."

Li Fengying couldn’t hold him back, stomping her feet in anxiety. Offending the matchmaker is like throwing her daughter’s reputation on the ground for people to step on; everyone knows matchmakers have no limits.

Matchmaker Chai took several blows, furious, she dashed out of the Dong family’s yard, stopping on the road to start cursing, "You barren old fool, that’s why you can’t have sons. Your family just has that dark and rough daughter, dreaming of marrying a rich man?

Not to mention, imbecile and blind men are suitable for her, yet you wish for a decent man as a son-in-law? Keep dreaming..."

Dong Gensheng, fueled with rage, grabbed a shovel to hit her. Bystanders quickly approached to intervene, "Uncle Gensheng, drop it, killing someone won’t do any good."

"Shut up!" Jiang Xingyong came over, grabbing Matchmaker Chai’s collar, "Where the hell are you from, behaving like a mad dog, running loose in the Shangjiang Team?

Uncle Gensheng isn’t someone you can curse. He’s an old hero from the battlefield! Old hag, dare curse him one more time, and I’ll rip your mouth apart!"

"Whether he went to the battlefield or not doesn’t concern me! Who told him to hit me?" Matchmaker Chai was indeed intimidated by Jiang Xingyong. This man, large and intimidating, seemed fierce, and he was pinching her throat.

"With your foul mouth, he spared your tongue from being torn to shreds; that’s mercy enough, get out!" Jiang Xingyong threw her to the ground, pulling up his shirt to wipe his hand, as if her clothes were filthy.

Matchmaker Chai scurried out of the Shangjiang Team’s territory, angrily spat, then began her rant. However, by then, she was her own listener.

After Jiang Xingyong sent her away, he headed back. Among the villagers, who would take offense at lending a hand?

But he didn’t notice that two eyes followed him for quite a while, until he rounded a bend, and a small grove obscured his figure. Only then did Dong Sufen withdraw her gaze.

Dong Gensheng returned and started arguing with Li Fengying, "When finding someone to talk marriage, why pick such an ill-mannered person? The one she talks of is not a person; it’s a beast. I’d rather keep my daughter at home for a lifetime than have such a person as my son-in-law."

Li Fengying was sulking too. If anyone was to blame, it could only be herself for not bearing a son, dragging down her daughter and leaving her husband childless.

Dong Sufen bit her lip, unsure what to say, turned and went inside.

Yet Jiang Xingye, looking at the Dong family, glanced at his second brother, deep in thought.