Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

"Yingzi, hurry up and help your mother light the fire!" Mrs. Han greeted after washing the chicken.

Mrs. Han's waist was still weak and she couldn't bend down, so she had to let Han Caiying light the fire.

Han Caiying didn't want to work a bit, but thinking that she would be able to drink the fragrant chicken soup in a short while, she went to sit down in front of the stove and started to light the fire.

Mrs. Han greeted Feng Matchmaker and Feng Changgui, "I'm going to make chicken soup. Just wait a moment and it'll be ready!"

Matchmaker Feng and Feng Changgui nodded.

"Aunt Han, I'm sorry to trouble you!" Matchmaker Feng said.

Mrs. Han quickly waved her hand, "No trouble, no trouble."

After Mrs. Han left, Matchmaker Feng asked Feng Changgui, "Changgui, what do you think? Are you satisfied?"

Feng Changgui thought of Han Caiying's beautiful face, nodded and responded.

"As long as you are satisfied, if you are not satisfied, my aunt is going to find another girl for you!"

Feng Changgui quickly shook his head, "Auntie, there's no need to look for it, just... this..."

She wanted to marry him back as soon as possible. He is so strong, young and vigorous, how can he do without a woman. Now that you meet someone you like, it's natural. He is so bad at killing his wife that it would be good if a woman is willing to marry him.

"Okay, okay, I'll urge you two to get married soon!"

Feng Changgui nodded sheepishly and said, "Okay..."

"By the way, Changgui, you must never mention in front of them that you killed several wives, understand?" Feng Changgui warned.

If Feng Changgui accidentally said this, the marriage would definitely be ruined in an instant.

Feng Changgui nodded, "Auntie, I understand!"

Mrs. Han put the chicken into the pot and added some water. The chicken that Feng Changgui brought was relatively fat. Mrs. Han wanted to cook it a little longer and make more soup. After cooking it at noon, she could still save two bowls of soup for drinking in the evening. The taste of this chicken soup is extraordinary.

The fire was burning, and soon the fragrance of chicken soup wafted out.

When Father Han and the fifth son of the Han family came back from outside Qinggu, they smelled the fragrance wafting from the yard.

"Did you make chicken soup at home?" Father Han said.

I went to the kitchen and saw Mrs. Han and Han Caiying busy happily.

"Is this chicken eating?" Father Han walked in and asked.

"Yes, old man, let's have chicken soup for lunch!"

"Did you kill our chickens again?" Father Han asked with a frown.

The last time Mrs. Han stole her own chickens and killed them to eat, Mr. Han still remembered it in his heart.

Mrs. Han quickly waved her hand, "Old man, what if you say something? This chicken is not from our family, it was brought here by Chang Gui."

Mrs. Han mentioned Feng Changgui to Father Han before, and Father Han agreed. After all, Feng Changgui's conditions were not bad, and he also wanted to marry off his daughter as soon as possible.

How could such an old daughter stay at home every day? Not to mention being gossiped about, he was also upset when he saw her.

If he gets married early, he will be clean.

"Where is Changgui?" Father Han asked.

"It's right in the house!"

Father Han nodded, went over to check on Feng Changgui, and felt that Feng Changgui was indeed a good person, so he had no objection to the proposed marriage.