The old woman became rich by relying on the supermarket instead of selling her granddaughter

He Erhua's voice became lower and lower, and at the end He Sanhua could hardly hear her voice, and she seemed to be choking with sobs.

"Second sister?"

He Sanhua realized that something was wrong with He Erhua, turned her head to look at her second sister, and met He Erhua's red eyes.

"Why are you crying?" He Sanhua asked.

When He Erhua saw He Sanhua looking at her, she quickly sniffed, held back her tears, and a big smile appeared on her face.

"Sanhua, you've seen it wrong. Why am I crying? I'm so happy! I'm so happy..."

"Second sister, you are the one I am most worried about..."

He Sanhua saw through her second sister's pretense of strength at a glance.

In the past, the two sisters were the closest, so they could not hide any emotions from each other.

"Second sister, I am married to Agui, and Agui will treat me well for the rest of my life. But what about you? The child will grow up, and Wushuang will have his own life. What about you? Have you ever thought about yourself?"

Although what He Sanhua said was not pleasant to hear, what she said was realistic.

The reason why He Sanhua said this to He Erhua instead of her elder sister He Dahua was because she knew that her elder sister would not think about anything else after she found her lost child in this life.

The eldest sister and Ah Fu, mother and son, have missed each other for so many years, and they cannot cherish the remaining time. Why should she break up their mother-son love?

But the situation of my second sister and eldest sister is different.

Besides, she thinks Wei Hai is a nice person.

If her second sister could find her own happiness, she would feel relieved.

Except for the special case of my eldest sister, children always have to grow up, and growing up means separation, and people have to accept constant loss when they are alive.

He Sanhua's words left He Erhua silent.

After a long while, she slowly spoke.

“Actually, I think it’s pretty good right now.”

"Second sister, I think Brother Wei is a good person." He Sanhua continued.

"We are not suitable for each other." He Erhua turned her head away, not daring to look directly at He Sanhua.

"Why is it not suitable? The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. He is interested in you and you also have a good impression of him. Why can't you two live together?" He Sanhua said to He Erhua forcefully.

"Okay Sanhua, let's talk about this later. Today is your big day, let's not talk about other things."

He Erhua blushed slightly, and it was obvious that she was moved by what He Sanhua said.

She looked up and happened to see Grandma Xi entering the yard, so she hurried to greet her.

"Grandma Xi, you're here." He Erhua greeted Grandma Xi respectfully.

Grandma Xi is not very old, but she is recognized as a blessed person in the surrounding area.

The requirements to become a happy grandmother are quite harsh.

To be qualified to be a happy mother-in-law, one must meet the three conditions of having both parents alive, having a loving relationship with the couple, and having both sons and daughters.

Some particular villagers would ask the bride's mother-in-law to comb the bride's hair when they marry their daughter off.

In this way, the blessing of the happy mother-in-law will be passed on to the bride, blessing her with a smooth life in the future.

"This is the bride, so beautiful."

Grandma Xi looked very kind. She looked at He Sanhua, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress, with a smile.

He Sanhua nodded, "Happy Grandma."

Grandma Xi picked up the comb on the table and began to comb He Sanhua's hair, muttering to herself at the same time.

"One comb to the end, two combs to the beginning, three combs to the beginning, four combs to the end, five combs to the end until five sons pass the imperial examinations, six combs to the end until relatives and friends come to celebrate, seven combs to the end until the seventh sister comes down to earth to marry Dong Yong, eight combs to the end until the eight immortals come to celebrate the birthday, nine combs to the end until nine sons are connected, ten combs - comb until the couple grow old and have white hair!"

Grandma Xi combed He Sanhua's hair, drew her eyebrows, and put some lip balm on her.

The timing of everything was just right.

Just as Grandma Xi finished all this, the sound of the bride welcoming party was heard outside.

Grandma Xi and He Erhua helped her to bid farewell to her mother Meng Lan.

Meng Lan's eyes reddened as she looked at He Sanhua, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress.

"My daughter Sanhua bids farewell to her mother."

As He Sanhua spoke, she knelt in front of Meng Lan and kowtowed to her.

"Agui is a good man. I'll be relieved if you marry him. I'll also be able to give an explanation to your father when you meet him in the future."

When He Sanhua heard Meng Lan talking about the deceased He Laoliu, the caring face of her father in her childhood immediately appeared in her mind, and it seemed as if everything happened just yesterday.

A crystal tear fell to the ground.

Meng Lan looked at He Sanhua's red eyes and spoke quickly.

"Today is your big day, so you must not cry. You are just getting married, not being sold to their family. Your mother is still your mother, and this is still your home. As long as I am alive, you can always come back anytime."

"mother……"

He Sanhua obediently held back her tears, but she couldn't hold back the tears in her heart.

She really has a home now.

Her mother gave her a home, and Agui also gave her a home.

The second sister was right. She had finally come to the end of her hardships and was going to live a good life.

"It's time. I guess Agui must be getting impatient. Sanhua, let me cover your head with a veil."

Meng Lan said this and took the red veil over.

After putting on the red veil, He Sanhua could only see her toes.

Suddenly a figure appeared in front of her. He Sanhua saw a broad back, followed by the steady voice of her older brother He Chuanzong.

"Third sister, I'll carry you."

"Yeah." He Sanhua responded, then lay on his brother's back.

What she had not had before, she now has.

He Chuanzong carried He Sanhua to the door, and He Gui carried He Sanhua into the sedan chair.

They staggered along the way, banged gongs and beat drums, and in a few steps they arrived at He Gui's house.

After several months of preparation, their wedding room was ready.

He Gui carried He Sanhua into the house and began to worship heaven and earth.

He Dazhu, who was sitting on it, smiled with relief.

He Gui's mother kept crying. It was not easy, really not easy. She thought that she would never have the chance to see her youngest son get married until the day she was buried.

Now that her youngest son is married, she feels at ease.

It's good enough that the younger son and his daughter-in-law are in love with each other. Young couples will accompany each other in old age. When she is gone, Agui will have someone who understands him and can help each other.

The village chief's family and Meng Lan's family prepared for this wedding for a long time.

Therefore, this wedding was considered extremely grand in the surrounding area.

The young wives and girls in the village and outside the village were all envious.

The new bride complained that her husband could not give her such a wedding, but she only complained a few words, after all, every family has its own life.

The girls all began to look forward to it, hoping that they would meet a husband who would love them as dearly as he did.

At night, He Gui and He Sanhua, who had been busy all day, finally entered the bridal chamber.