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Deng Shirong chatted with the old farmer for more than 20 minutes, and basically found out everything about Zhang Xiuping and her family.

However, out of caution, after leaving the old farmhouse, Deng Shirong asked two more people in the village to inquire. As a result, everyone spoke highly of Zhang Xiuping, saying that she was not only beautiful, but also very sensible and filial. They are all good hands outside, and any family that can marry such a wife is lucky.

If just one person said this, it might be biased, but if several people said this, it proves that Zhang Xiuping is indeed an excellent girl.

The reputation of her parents and brothers is also pretty good.

After finding out more about it, Deng Shirong rode to the supply and marketing department of Xinghua Brigade and bought a large bag of candy biscuits, and then rushed to Zhang Xiuping's house.

A few minutes later, an old mud-brick house appeared in front of Deng Shirong. The brick walls of this mud-brick house had completely changed their appearance due to years of rain erosion.

At this time, at the door of the mud brick house, a girl wearing patched clothes was sitting there sewing clothes with a child on her back.

This girl was none other than Zhang Xiuping, who was designated by Deng Shirong as his eldest daughter-in-law.

Perhaps hearing the sound of a bicycle, Zhang Xiuping, who was sewing clothes, looked up.

Deng Shirong parked his bicycle in front of her house, holding a large bag of candy cookies in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Mei, is this Zhang Xiuping's house?"

Zhang Xiuping put her needlework and clothes on the stool next to her, stood up in surprise and said, "Uncle, I am Zhang Xiuping, do you have anything to do with me?"

Deng Shirong said with a smile on his face: "I'm here to talk to you as a matchmaker. I wonder if your parents are at home?"

Zhang Xiuping said "Ah" when she heard this. It was obvious that the matchmaker's sudden visit caught her off guard, and she responded in a panic: "My dad went out to work and hasn't come back yet. My mom is at home. Wait a minute and I'll call her out." "

After saying that, without waiting for Deng Shirong's reply, she walked into the main room carrying her sleeping nephew on her back.

Soon, a peasant woman about the same age as Deng Shirong walked out of the house. Her clothes were no better than Zhang Xiuping's, and her clothes and pants were all patched.

Originally, time was like a butcher's knife, and coupled with the hard life, the peasant woman was so damaged that she no longer looked like she looked like when she was young. Standing next to Zhang Xiuping, it was really hard to believe that they were a mother and daughter.

Behind Zhang's mother, besides Zhang Xiuping, there was also a plump young woman. If Deng Shirong guessed correctly, this young woman should be Zhang Xiuping's sister-in-law, but she didn't know whether she was the eldest sister-in-law or the second sister-in-law.

When he saw the person coming out, Deng Shirong handed over the large bag of candy biscuits and said hello with a smile: "Relative, my surname is Deng, and I am from the Bangjie Brigade of Songshan Commune."

"The one from the Bangjie Brigade of Songshan Commune is really far away from us!" The peasant woman sighed, then reached out to take the candy cake and greeted politely: "Please sit down, Xiuping, and bring Uncle Deng the chimney. "

Deng Shirong nodded and smiled: "It is indeed a bit far from our village to your village. It took me more than an hour to get there by bicycle before!"

In later generations, the distance between towns is naturally nothing.

But in today's era where people basically rely on their legs to travel, even if they are in the same commune but in a different brigade, it feels a bit far away, let alone those from other communes.

When Deng Shirong sat down, Zhang Xiuping also brought him the chimney. He thanked him, took the chimney and smoked while saying some polite words to Zhang's mother. From Zhang's mother's mouth, Deng Shirong also learned about the young woman who followed him. She is Zhang Xiuping's sister-in-law.

After Deng Shirong smoked a few pipes of cigarettes, the conversation between the two parties officially entered the topic.

Deng Shirong glanced at Zhang Xiuping, who was sitting quietly next to her, and said to Zhang's mother: "Relative, if I have anything to say, I will speak out. To be honest, the main reason I came here this time is because I have taken a fancy to your daughter, and I want her to be my wife." The eldest daughter-in-law.”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang's mother and three others were stunned.

This was not their first contact with a matchmaker. Ever since Zhang Xiuping came of age, several matchmakers had visited their home.

But the matchmaker in front of him is definitely the first one to act as a matchmaker for his son.

Mother Zhang didn't know what to say for a while. After all, this was the first time she encountered this situation.

After Zhang Xiuping was shocked, she couldn't sit still. If the other party was a normal matchmaker, it would be normal for her to listen to her when talking about her life-long events. But the key point is that this person is not a normal matchmaker. He also It might be her future father-in-law, so how could she have the nerve to continue sitting here and listening?

However, that was what she was thinking in her heart, but Zhang Xiuping moved her buttocks a few times and was still reluctant to leave.

Seeing the reactions of Zhang's mother and three others, Deng Shirong smiled and added: "I know it's a bit abrupt, but I am a matchmaker myself. I can't ask other matchmakers for help when I'm looking for a partner for my son, right? There's an ancient saying. Xian still avoids relatives. There is no reason to avoid relatives when doing matchmaking, don’t you think so, relatives? "

Mother Zhang nodded with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Relative, you are right!"

Deng Shirong's mental age is already 88 years old, and he has decades of experience in later generations. Naturally, he has nothing to be embarrassed about such a small occasion. He said: "Let me first introduce to you my eldest son and the situation of our family. !”

Zhang's mother and three others listened carefully when they heard what was said.

"My eldest son's name is Deng Yuntai. He is 21 years old this year, 1.75 meters tall and has a high school education. He is currently a vat master and his income is very considerable."

Hearing this, Zhang's mother and the other three couldn't help but their eyes lit up. They were of the right age. At 1.75 meters tall, in Guangxi in this era, he was definitely superior to others. His high school education was also very eye-catching, and his occupation was even more impressive. There is nothing to say.

The vat master can be said to be the most powerful profession in rural areas in this era!

Deng Shirong continued: "I have seven children. Two of them are not good at school. One graduated from junior high school and the other dropped out of school after primary school. The other four sons are all studying. The second son is in high school and will graduate next year. Now. The third son has just entered junior high school, and the two younger ones are in elementary school.

My wife passed away a few years ago. In addition to helping people as matchmakers, I also partnered with a cousin to contract out the brigade's vat kiln. Now the business is not bad, and the income is one of the best in the village.

Our family is building a new house. It is not a mud-brick house, but a large blue brick house with tiles. Each son has a house of 90 square meters. In terms of living conditions, no one in our commune can compare with mine. of.

This is the general situation of my eldest son and our family. If you have anything to ask, relatives, just ask directly and I promise to tell you everything. "

After hearing this simple introduction, Mrs. Zhang and the other three were shocked.

Well, first of all, I would like to thank you all for your support through your messages, and I would like to tell you some bad news. Next week’s official recommended book is still not available for PK. I heard from the editor that I am a little behind on reading it. This has been two consecutive weeks of discontinuation of the book. This result can be said to be the worst book Ershe has ever produced in his fifteen years of work. It has made Ershe doubt himself and wonder if the writing is really such a scumbag. Several times, I have had the idea of ​​cutting the book, but after reading the comments from everyone, they all said that the book is well written, and the editor also said that the current book is not only not falling, but also slow to read despite the interruption. The growth proved that the results were getting better and better, which gave Er Snake the confidence to continue writing. I hope you guys can continue to read and support this book so that it can be recommended again next week. Otherwise, without official recommendation, no matter how well written it is, it will be in vain, and the author cannot always generate electricity for love...