The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

Er Ya was pushed in front of Manager Zuo by Su Qianqian. Her face was red, and she didn't dare to look at anyone. She just lowered her head and stared nervously at her toes.

The patch on the toe of her shoe made her feel very inferior.

She didn't want her younger sister to have to beg for help because of her.

Although working in the county town was a prestigious thing, she didn't dare to even dream of such a wonderful opportunity.

Er Ya believed that even if the shop was really short-handed, they wouldn't hire her, a malnourished, dry-haired, patched-up village girl.

Moreover, she was illiterate and had no marketable skills.

"Greetings, Manager Zuo," Er Ya said in a voice barely audible.

Manager Zuo was an honest man, and he could tell at a glance that Er Ya was an honest girl.

After all, they were introduced by Miss Su. As long as they don't have impure intentions, they can be accepted no matter how stupid they are. It's just that we have enough manpower for now.

"Miss Su, I have regular embroiderers and tailors here, so we don't need many people for the time being. But if the horse-face skirts sell well, we'll need to hire a few more people. Or I'll let you know about your cousin's matter in a few days."

"it is good."

Since receiving Su Qianqian's help last time, which allowed him to sell clothes worth 30 taels of silver for 30 taels, Manager Zuo opened another branch in the prefecture.

Now she supports her entire family: her biological mother, aunt, and three cousins ​​all work with her, so for now she has enough manpower.

Manager Zuo is the only child in her family. To be honest, supporting such a large family is a heavy burden.

But she never gave up on her dream. She always wanted to make the Guose Tianxiang shop bigger and stronger, and to open a shop in the capital. She wanted to show those clansmen who mocked her mother for not having a son to support her in her old age that a daughter can also revitalize the family business and support her parents in their old age.

Manager Zuo warmly saw Su Qianqian and Er Ya to the door, saying, "Miss Su, remember to come to the shop to find me next time you come to the county town."

She hoped that next time she would see Miss Su come wearing new clothes.

"Alright, see you next time, Manager Zuo."

When Su Qianqian returned to the village, it was already completely dark.

But there were still a few children playing at the village entrance.

The children were fascinated by the mule cart.

"Oh, Sister Qian's family bought a mule cart! Everyone come and see!"

When the villagers heard that the Su family's third branch had bought a mule cart, they all came out to see the novelty.

Everyone was envious when they saw the tall mule.

This is unique in the surrounding villages.

"What a huge mule!"

"I've heard that mules are very strong and can pull a lot of things."

Everyone could see that Qian Yatou had made a lot of money these past few days by going into the mountains, so the money to buy the car must have been earned by Qian Yatou.

"Su Bing and his wife are truly blessed!"

Fang Yingxue stood in the crowd, her eyes practically spitting fire.

Su Qianqian, a farmer, what right does she have to ride in a mule cart?

Only a pampered young lady like herself deserves to sit in the carriage. If it were the old Su Qianqian, she would have begged her to sit in the carriage long ago.

I miss the old Su Qianqian so much.

Su Qianqian returned to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

An oil lamp was lit in the room, and Madam Gu sat under it, sewing clothes with a gentle expression.

This is exactly the kind of scene Su Qianqian likes; it's especially heartwarming.

It's so good to separate from the family. When we lived in the Su family, we never dared to light the lamp at night, otherwise Old Madam Su would scold us to death.

Now light one in the main room and one in the kitchen.

Moreover, the kitchen was filled with steam and aromas, unlike before the family split up, when the third branch of the family was never allowed to sit at the table during meals in the old house.

When Gu looked up and saw her daughter return, she immediately put down her needlework. "Daughter, I've cooked you some fish."

As she spoke, Madam Gu walked toward the kitchen.

At the same time, the whole yard of Aunt Li's house smelled of Chinese medicine.

Dahe was very distressed about the money spent on medical treatment and medicine, but he couldn't avoid seeing a doctor.

Ah Shan is the couple's youngest son, only nine years old. Da He is reluctant to part with his son and wants to see Ah Shan grow up and start his own family.

"Honey, the medicine is getting cold. Drink it quickly. We owe so much debt, we can only relax and pay it off slowly. There's no use rushing it."

Aunt Li's house was close to the Su family's old house, and she could hear Er Ya's screams. Thinking that Qian Ya and Er Ya were quite close, she decided to go and see what was going on.

She arrived at the Su family's old house carrying a tattered paper lantern, only to see Er Ya kneeling in the courtyard, being beaten by the second son of the Su family with a broom until her eyes were filled with tears.

The old lady's room was lit up and the window was open. She had broken her leg and couldn't get out of bed for a while, so she could only cling to the window and curse.

"You brat, you ungrateful wretch! You never do any work all day long. I'll call a matchmaker to arrange a marriage for you tomorrow."

This phrase used to be used to scold Su Qianqian, but now that the third branch of the family has separated, it's Er Ya's turn to use it.

The old lady felt a pang of heartache when she thought about the dozen or so taels of silver she had spent on treating her leg, and she wanted to make up for it every moment. Fortunately, Er Ya was already sixteen years old, so she could arrange a marriage for her as soon as possible to earn dowry money.

"Second brother, don't stop, keep hitting him."

The second son of the Su family was also a ruthless fellow, hitting her relentlessly without stopping. "You brat, you're always running around all day and don't do any housework. I'll beat you to death!"

Aunt Li couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she stepped forward and snatched the broom from Old Master Su's hand, saying, "Stop hitting him! What kind of father is so heartless?"

Although Old Mrs. Su's leg was broken, her mouth was still just as sharp. She clung to the window and yelled at Aunt Li, "Get out! You're an outsider, it's none of your business to interfere in the affairs of the Su family!"

The next day, the old lady really did call the matchmaker over.

The matchmaker was dressed very much like Old Mrs. Su, with her face painted redder than a monkey's bottom, wearing an old-fashioned headband, and dressed in red and green clothes.

These two old ladies look like they're from the same cloth and get along very well.

"Matchmaker Wang, do you know any families who are willing to offer a high bride price?"

Matchmaker Wang, her wrinkled hands clutching a pink handkerchief, smiled warmly: "There really is one. The wealthy merchant Zhu, who runs a casino in town, wants to take his twelfth concubine. He requires her to be under eighteen years old and thin. He's rich and willing to give a dowry of twenty taels of silver."

Old Mrs. Su's eyes lit up; twenty taels of silver was a lot of money.

Zhu, the wealthy merchant in town, was quite famous; even Old Mrs. Su and her two daughters-in-law had heard of him.

This wealthy businessman, Zhu, is over sixty years old. He owns a casino and is extremely rich. It is said that he has a particular fondness for slender women and enjoys abusing and beating these thin women to highlight his masculine prowess.

The second son's wife quickly objected: "Mother, this is unacceptable. Zhu the merchant is older than Father, and I've heard he likes to beat women. We can't marry Er Ya to him; the villagers will laugh at us."

Although she, as Er Ya's biological mother, didn't usually dote on her, she didn't want Er Ya to marry such an old man.

The key point is that the old lady will definitely use the dowry money for her retirement and to subsidize the first wife's family, so it won't go to the second wife's family at all.

So the second son's wife was very unwilling.

While affectionately holding Wang the matchmaker's hand, Old Mrs. Su turned to scold her second son's wife: "What are you laughing at? People only laugh at you when you're poor. As for hitting women, it's no big deal. I heard that all eleven of his concubines are still alive."

The eldest daughter-in-law sat to the side, and after thinking it over carefully, she felt that such an eccentric businessman like Zhu was more suitable for that brat from the third wife's family.

She had discovered earlier, while chatting at the village entrance, that the third family had bought a new mule cart, and that the girl was wearing expensive satin, and had also bought a whole cartload of things from the county town.

The third branch of the family has really struck it rich! Before the family split up, they were always overshadowed by the first branch. But they've become so successful right after the split. It's really hard to believe.

"Mother, didn't you tell me to keep an eye on the third branch of the family? They're quite wealthy now. They not only bought a new mule cart, but also brought back a cart full of things from the county town."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Su clutched her chest in distress, feeling as if she were about to suffocate.

To be honest, Old Madam Su would prefer to marry Qian, the girl from the third branch of the family, to Zhu, the wealthy merchant, but she is still injured and cannot walk, so she cannot do it.

Her two daughters-in-law were both paper tigers, utterly useless, so she had no choice but to sell Er Ya first to make up for the cost of the medicine for her broken leg.

Wait a minute, wait until your leg is fully healed, then we'll figure out a worse marriage for that brat from the third wife's family.

When the time comes, we must make sure the third wife has no peace.

"The third son's family doesn't deserve to ride in the car. I'll take the car from them and the second son will drive it from now on."

Upon hearing this, Su Lao Er was overjoyed.

That was the only mule cart in the surrounding villages; it was a real status symbol to go out on it.

"Mother, I always thought you favored my eldest brother the most, but I didn't expect you to be so good to me too."

The old lady certainly wouldn't let her eldest son drive the mule cart, because she felt that he was a scholar and it would be too shameful for him to be a driver.

"Second son's wife, your second daughter's marriage is settled. If you don't want it, find a way to have the third son's daughter marry in her place."

The second son's wife recalled the scene of the third son's daughter, Qian, breaking a stick with her bare hands, and felt quite frightened; she couldn't afford to mess with her.

The second son's wife pulled Er Ya back into her room to whisper, "Er Ya, aren't you close to the third branch of the family? If you don't want to marry Zhu the rich merchant, ask the third branch to lend you twenty taels of silver. That way, your grandmother can explain it to her."

Er Ya shook her head in despair, "Mother, the third branch of the family doesn't owe me anything. I'm willing to marry Zhu the rich merchant; it's all my fate."

I was destined to be unloved by my father and mother, destined to be sold by my family for money. Everything was fate, and I had no say in it.