"He Zhqing, let's discuss the dowry." Granny Chen jumped in eagerly, her eyes gleaming. "He Zhqing, I heard that city girls, when they get married, come with 'three-turns-and-one-sound,' twenty-four legs. Even though you've come to the countryside, you're still your parents' daughter. Tomorrow, let Sheng Jun accompany you to town to send a letter back home, telling them you're getting married, and ask them to prepare 'three-turns-and-one-sound,' twenty legs, and a dowry of 120 yuan."
Granny Chen was asking for a lot.
Everyone present gasped in shock.
"Sheng Jin Niang, have you gone mad for money?"
"Sheng Jin Niang, you're not marrying a daughter-in-law, you're trying to bring back a golden egg. Tsk tsk, 120 yuan, you really dare to ask."
"And 'three-turns-and-one-sound,' twenty-four legs."
"Twenty-four legs, what's that?" Someone asked, not understanding.
"A bed, a wardrobe, a five-drawer cabinet, and a dining table with two benches, a total of twenty-four legs."
