Song tingfeng continued, "
"You're at the age where you should get married. Did your family find you a matchmaker?"
Xu yuanhuai shook his head.
the family is in a mess. My mother is worried that the sisters-in-law will fight every day. I don't want to marry another wife and cause her more trouble. We'll talk about it in a few years.
Besides, the current situation was pretty good.
Xu yuanhuai put down his wine glass, picked up the woman beside him, and went into the inner room.
Song tingfeng squinted his eyes and continued to listen to the song.
Peaceful and prosperous times were good.
...........
"A year of celebration, the 3rd of September, frost dew.
I couldn't help but want to write in my diary again. To me, my friends, and the people of the Central Plains, this is probably the last peace before the storm.
