Chapter 815
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Based on Zhao Tianan's attitude towards Ma Xiaofeng, Liang Jinqiao knew that if they really got married, Zhao Tianan would definitely treat his wife 100% well.
Thinking like this, Liang Jinqiao would have to wait and plan for the specifics later.
She had already contacted the people from the Xu family and arranged for the two children to meet in the next few days.
Under normal circumstances, the man and woman would not meet easily. This time, the situation was special. If she did not let Zhao Tianan see and interact with them, Zhao Tianan would definitely object from the beginning.
After finishing the matters at the stall, the few of them quickly returned to the village.
Today, because Zhao Wenhua asked people to come over to cut trees, Zhao Yun 'er bought some more vegetables from Yang City to bring back.
She bought some pig offal, some meat, and some fish. There was still some marinated tiger meat left at home, so she could take it out to entertain them.
There was a lot of tiger meat left, but Zhao Yun 'er did not eat much on normal days. It was better to use such precious things to entertain people.
There were vegetables in their vegetable garden, so there was no need to buy them.
On the way, Mu Lan and Zhao Yun 'er discussed the matter of building a house. Mu Lan was not like Zhao Yun' er's family, who wanted to build a big house. Their family planned to build three or four houses.
Even if three or four houses were to be built with bricks and tiles, they should be able to build a house with more than ten taels of silver if they were frugal.
Thinking about it, if they were to build a new house, their family would naturally be much more comfortable after moving out from Family Zhu to live in a new house.
Where to build the house? Mu Lan wanted to build it together with Zhao Yun 'er's family. Therefore, this piece of land was chosen together with Zhao Yun 'er.
It just so happened that that piece of land was cheap. In the future, it would be more convenient for them to visit Zhao Yun 'er when they were neighbors.
As for the land that Mu Lan mentioned, Zhao Yun 'er felt that it was a good idea.
If Mu Lan's house was not built together with hers, her house would be left alone at the foot of the mountain.
Mu Lan would go and live with them. Not only would it be more lively, but they could also take care of each other on normal days. If something were to happen, they would at least be able to call for help.
When the car arrived at Old Zhao's house, Liang Jinqiao and Zhao Yun'er got out of the car and found that a carriage was parked in front of Old Zhao's yard.
It seemed like someone was coming.
Zhao Yun'er and Liang Jinqiao were curious.
Normally, Old Zhao's family didn't come into contact with any big shots.
Zhao Yun'er and Liang Jinqiao entered the courtyard and found that Old Zhao's family members were surrounding a man and asking questions.
This man was wearing dark red clothes and looked very luxurious.
When Zhao Yun'er saw this, she felt that this man's clothes were a little flirtatious.
For a man to wear this kind of clothes, she felt that something was wrong.
This man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had a square face and was not good-looking. His behavior gave people the impression that he was a rich second-generation heir from a good family.
Of course, this was only for the people in the countryside. In Yang City, there were more people with such conditions.
When this man came over, the most attentive person was Li Cuiying. He kept talking in front of him and asked about his well-being, for fear that he would neglect him.
Zhao Jinger, on the other hand, stood to the side with her head lowered, looking shy.
Seeing this, Zhao Yun'er guessed.
This man was probably the man that Matchmaker Gao had found for Zhao Jin 'er.
He looked so rich. No wonder Old Zhao's family members were so enthusiastic.
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