However, Meng Xingsheng was more than willing to be hooked by Cui Shuicao, and agreed to pay a dowry of two hundred yuan to marry such a bride.
At that moment, after hearing what Cui Shuicao had said, he felt anxious and blurted out, "Give me one year, Shuicao. You go back and talk to Auntie, just one year. I will definitely send a matchmaker to propose to your family."
Cui Shuicao: "Okay, I'll listen to Brother Xingsheng and tell my mother once I'm back."
Meng Xingsheng: "Then... then we have agreed on this, you wait for me."
"Mm."
Cui Shuicao nodded, then bashfully walked towards the edge of the woods, "I'll head back first."
"Two hundred yuan..."
Watching Cui Shuicao's receding figure, Meng Xingsheng's eyes filled with distress as he murmured softly, "Where on earth can I get that money?"
After a while, he slightly flickered a glint in his eyes.