Chapter 428: Grain measure

Such a gossip-filled sentence quickly attracted everyone's attention, so opinions were immediately expressed.

"Where from? Looking at that young girl, why can't she think straight?"

"Oh my, it wouldn't be bought, right?"

"What bought? That girl is from the south of the mountain, she just wants to marry him!"

"Impossible! Old Zheng is 40 this year. If he really had the ability to coax people, why did the first two wives insist on divorcing him?"

Old Zheng is a famous bachelor in their village. He was married when he was twenty, but only half a year later, the new wife couldn't take it anymore, saying he was useless and wanted a divorce.

At that time, divorce wasn't popular, they didn't get a certificate, the wife just packed her bags and went south to work.

Two years later, the matchmaker in the village introduced another one, a widow, thinking that both of them were poor, so they shouldn't dislike each other for being useless...

But two years later, this widow couldn't take it anymore either.

She took a fancy to a better one, and now she has remarried to a town further away, Pine Tree Town.

Now it's good, the girl from the south of the mountain is said to be just over twenty, why did she insist on taking a fancy to Old Zheng?

Everyone talked at once, their voices were really loud, not to mention entering the courtyard, even standing on the road could be heard.

By the time Qiao Qiao walked over slowly, the background of the story was almost heard.

Qiao Qiao, who broke into the courtyard without knowing why:...

The livestream crowd who ate half the melon:...

And the old men and women in the courtyard looked at Qiao Qiao, and were also very enthusiastic:

"Qiao Qiao is here?"

"Look at this heat, the face is red... hurry up and drink some water."

"Qiao Qiao, why are you still carrying a stand when you go to your grandpa's?"

"Oh my, are you filming?"

"Filming? Film one for your Wang Nainai, just film a hardworking, simple one..."

"Wang Juhua! You are still hardworking? Just your mouth can talk. Can you do more than me?"

"Working with hands, not with mouth, you are not nimble in working, and you think others are as easy to run away as you..."

Seeing the two old ladies choking again, the barrage was indeed more excited!

Unfortunately, except for Zhang Yanping who stared at Taobao and watched it in his spare time, no one would look at the barrage.

Song Youde was used to all kinds of excitement, and instead asked Qiao Qiao: "What are you filming?"

Qiao Qiao pointed to the straw mat he was weaving halfway:

"The wine brewing was halfway, and I had to wait, so I came to livestream weaving straw mats first."

"Okay, then you film—"

Song Youde pointed to the corner: "Just put it there? Sigh, anyway, it can be filmed, you should also rest."

... "Oh."

Qiao Qiao obediently put the stand aside, and then went to drink water by himself.

And the barrages in the livestream rolled one by one, the scene was particularly intense. Fortunately, everyone in the courtyard didn't live up to this expectation—

Only to see Old Lady Wang, who had just brought up the topic, said again:

"... That place in the south of the mountain is poor, young people now don't know, many people used to love to buy wives there."

She said this, and suddenly "Oh my" again, looking at Qiao Qiao's direction vigilantly and nervously: "I won't be filmed saying this, right?"

"What are you afraid of? My daughter-in-law filmed that trembling sound, I watched it, and I have to cut it with a mobile phone before sending it, and then match it with music, there is no sound at all."

"Oh, oh, oh." Old Lady Wang lowered her voice again to create mystery: "Sigh, there is no such thing in our village, how useless it is to spend money to buy people... Our village, it's not that I'm bragging, it's really quite good."

"That's it, that's it..."

Mentioning their hometown, everyone was full of praise again.

However, what Old Lady Wang said was also true.

In the past, marriage didn't require houses or cars, just look at whether the young man is willing to work, whether the family is easy to get along with...

Their Yunqiao Village is really quite good.

Even the lazy man who is looked down upon, it hasn't reached that point.

Old Lady Wang sighed:

"But it wasn't that there were no requirements at that time. I remember my eldest son wanted to marry a wife, and the matchmaker brought the girl's family to see him."

"The rules at that time were that you had to take people to the granary to see, to see if the grain stack was high—oh my, I really had no money at home at that time, poor and clanking, all relying on relatives to scrape together three burlap bags."

"Fortunately, people didn't dislike it. It was just after the famine... just make do with it."

Qiao Qiao was a little confused and asked: "Why look at the grain stack?"

"Because at that time, you couldn't buy things with money, the tickets were given too little, and grain was the hard currency." Song Youde sighed, the mountain village was closed to information, and he still had a stack of tickets that he didn't have time to use.

"Whether there is grain is the standard for measuring whether a man can support his family."

Oh. Qiao Qiao understood.

The livestream crowd also understood.

And at this time, someone weaving straw mats outside laughed:

"Wang Juhua, you could still borrow three burlap bags at that time. Just talk about Old Zheng—"

Old Zheng is 40 years old, which is a junior compared to those sitting, but everyone in the village calls him that, so everyone followed suit.

"I remember when he married his wife for the first time, he couldn't take out a grain of rice at home. He borrowed a grain measure from his aunt after much effort."

"The matchmaker brought the woman into the granary, and when she saw that even a mouse couldn't be raised, her face turned black."

Qiao Qiao became a little question mark again: "What is a grain measure?"

Song Youde gestured: "It was poor before, the whole brigade only had one scale, every time it was used, it had to be found by the village chief... so every household had a wooden one, or a ceramic container."

"Rectangular, square, round... all have, but basically, full is one liter, so it's called a grain measure—calculated by now, a full grain measure must have four jin of grain."

Good guy!

The livestream crowd was amazed.

Song of Thorns reminds you: remember to collect after reading ===== CHAPTER 429 =====