Niu Er was dragged away by his father, and due to this little drama, the village had yet another topic for the women's gossip.
Close to noon, in a certain family's field, the women might have been tired from work and paused to chat.
"Niu Er is still sending things to Widow Song?"
"I don't know, Niu Er himself said so, claimed he bought eggs."
"If you ask me, Niu Er matches Widow Song pretty well, the Niu Family's conditions are decent."
"No way, I think Niu Er isn't good enough for Widow Song."
"Even a woman who's been married can't be too good; do you know the widow from the next village? She remarried a fifty-something cripple, Niu Er might be a bit rough, but his legs aren't crippled, and he's only twenty-seven or eight."
"That's true, ah, Widow Song was ruined by the Lin couple, if it wasn't for marrying into the Song Family for good luck, who knows how much better off she would be."
"Cough, cough, stop talking, Song Tingfan is coming."
