Jiang Baohua reclined on the kang, puffing at his pipe, "It's time to get married. Getting married before joining the army isn't bad at all. After all, the engagement is set; sooner or later, we need to marry. Seeing there's nothing much going on now, why not marry her early?"
Jiang Xingjun hung his head low, his earlobes tinged red. Li Xiulan was quite attractive; he always liked her. However, she didn't seem too pleased with him.
Originally, he thought the marriage would be off, but unexpectedly, it had a moment of revival.
"Hmm."
Zhou Guizhi found it difficult, "But the Li Family wants five hundred yuan as a dowry. Where on earth can we get that kind of money?"
That was indeed a troublesome matter.
Earlier, they claimed poverty in front of the matchmaker, though it wasn't just claiming poverty—they were truly poor. Almost all their savings had been used to buy jobs for the eldest and second sons, and they even owed Xu Qinghuan two hundred yuan.
