Fang Xiaoshan's grandmother was in the yard feeding chickens while chatting with the old man, "The wedding with the Bai Family is coming up and we need to start making arrangements. I was thinking that the bride price should be 200, and I do have that money on hand from what I asked from the second son last time. It's enough. But for the bride's family requirements of 'three turns and a drumbeat,' along with jewelry and clothes, that's a pretty penny and we can't scrounge it up."
The old man was tapping his dry tobacco pipe on the threshold, leisurely packing the tobacco leaves into it.
"If worse comes to worst, we'll have to take a trip to town. Xiaoshan is getting married, and as his uncle, the second son should show some generosity," the old man thought first of his son who ran a small store in town.
