"Ah, I remember now, hasn't the An family got visitors today? Those twenty taels must have been given by that family of three."
"Yes, the carriage is still at the door. Look at how grand the carriage is; they must be wealthy."
"Then the Zheng family's plans might be wrong this time, maybe they can really come up with fifty taels."
"So, An'an running away was really timely."
"Yes, yes, I told you even the heavens are helping that An'an girl."
"..."
"..."
The villagers saw the situation was turning in favor of the An family, and whispered among themselves, considering the Zheng family's attitude, not daring to speak loudly.
But even the smallest whispers reached Old Zheng's ears where he sat, and his face turned ugly.
His brow furrowed deeply. He had calculated that the An family couldn't produce fifty taels, and An'an was definitely going to be his son's wife.
But now, he wasn't so sure anymore, because he had seen the carriage at the door too.
