Fast-forward to the era of cannon fodder

Ma Xiangling stared at her in disbelief, "Mom, you've gone too far. You actually want me to take things from my husband's family to my own family. Mom, what do you think of me? Do you want me to be a brother-supporting demon? Woohoo... My brothers are your biological sons, but I'm also your biological daughter. How can you favor boys over girls? Mom, how did you become like this? Didn't you love me the most before? You even said you would save money for me. How could you still withhold my betrothal money? If this gets out, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Yuanchun said confidently, "What a joke! In our village, when marrying off a daughter, the bride price and betrothal gifts are always kept. It is rare to find a family that does not keep the bride price and betrothal gifts."

"Lingzi, it wasn't easy for your mother to raise you. Don't you think about how much money I have spent on you since you were a child? You use three bottles of vanishing cream a year, you have to make a new set of clothes for each season, and you have to eat snacks every day. Calculate how much money you have spent on me. If not a thousand, at least eight hundred."

"Also, you are greedy. Half of the eggs in the house were sent to the third child, and the other half went into your mouth. Lingzi, your mother has never treated you badly since you were a child. Don't lose your conscience."

"Wuwu..." Ma Xiangling cried in grief, "Mom, if you really love me, don't let me marry alone, otherwise I won't be able to live in the Han family in the future, wuwu... at least give me some dowry."

"Oh, you can wear your woolen coat that day, and you can take your own clothes, shoes and other personal belongings with you."

Yuanchun thought that she still had some conscience, otherwise, even if Ma Xiangling was an ungrateful person who would watch her own mother die without paying any money, no one would dare to say anything even if she didn't let her take anything away.

After all, she is her mother.

Ma Xiangling cried and asked angrily, "Mom, where are the bedding, the wedding basin, and the shoes I need to give to my parents-in-law after I get married? Aren't you going to prepare them for me?"

According to the custom in this place, a new daughter-in-law must give a pair of shoes to her parents-in-law, as if it is a meeting gift to them.

Yuanchun nodded, "I will prepare shoes for your parents-in-law, two wedding basins, an enamel pot, a pair of soap, and a towel."

Last time I bought a lot of defective items, including a lot of things that were bought as dowry for Ma Xiangling.

Although she didn't want to prepare a dowry for Ma Xiangling, according to local customs, the girl's family must give some dowry to their daughter, so she would still prepare it.

After all, the Ma family also has to save face.

"The bedding you sleep on is a little worn out. I'm going to add some cotton to it and change the quilt cover for you to sleep on at your husband's house."

After hearing this, Ma Xiangling burst into tears again.

"Mother, that quilt is torn and rotten, hard, not warm, and can't be used to cover myself. I don't want that quilt. You have to buy me two new quilts. Mother, you can't withhold my betrothal gift and not even give me two new quilts."

"Lingzi, I don't have any cotton coupons. Even if you ask me to buy some for you, I can't." Yuanchun spread her hands, looking helpless. "Your marriage is urgent, and I don't have time to save up cotton coupons. The cotton I put in your quilt is all for making a cotton-padded jacket for myself. If you weren't my biological daughter, I wouldn't be willing to add it to you."

"Hey, who made you rush to get married? Lingzi, instead of forcing me here, why don't you go ask your third sister-in-law? She works in the supply and marketing cooperative. She will definitely be able to find a way to get you two quilts. After all, she doesn't want you, a sister-in-law, to marry her leader empty-handed. She is your matchmaker. If you marry too shabby, she will lose face."