Uncle Three's House
"Son, you can marry anyone but not that Hehua!"
Every time Auntie Three thought about the recent uproar, it upset her. Why did her son have to fancy Hehua, who was always clinging to Yang Ming?
"Mom, let me handle this. The whole village knows I'm going to marry her, you can't disagree now."
He had liked Hehua for so many years and had only just mustered the courage to propose.
"Son, even if I agree, consider whether we have the silver. Hehua's mother is asking for a hundred taels, not just one. Even if I sold our pots and iron, we couldn't come up with that much!"
Hehua's reputation was already tarnished, and her mother, thanks to the meddling of Yang Wei, demanded a betrothal gift of a hundred taels, dead or alive. A hundred taels were enough for her son to marry quite a few beautiful brides!
"I'll sort this out myself!" Yang Wei declared, then stormed out.
But within a few days, trouble arose, and Auntie Three came running for help.
