Yu Chun took a puff of his tobacco. "How can you not find a wife? If you don't get a wife, you won't even have a descendant!"
Yu Yong sighed. "Don't I have a son? Moreover, my elder brother has three sons. No matter what, they're enough to carry on the family line for our Yu family."
When Yu Chun heard this, he let out a long sigh. They were now an empty shell. A portion of the family's money had been ruined by Pang Jiao, and the remaining money had been used to smooth things over. There was indeed no extra money for Yu Yong to get a wife.
"Then I'll listen to you. But when you earn money in the future, you must let me carry my grandson."
Yu Yong shook his head. "Dad, I don't want to marry a wife even if I have money in the future. I think being a bachelor is quite comfortable."
Yu Chun didn't answer Yu Yong for a long time. It was unknown what he was thinking.
In the afternoon, Yu Yong went to Song Yao's house.
