Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Jiuli, who was resting with her eyes closed, sensed the breath outside, opened her eyes, and casually performed a cleaning spell, but found that there was a tear on the hem of her clothes. After thinking about it, she just put it on and walked out.

"Miss Yu," Jiang San's eyes lit up when he saw Jiuli, and he took two quick steps, then returned to the small steps of a boy from a wealthy family.

"Why did you come so early today?" Jiuli nodded slightly and looked at Jiang San inconspicuously, still looking so embarrassed.

They arrived too early in the morning, and Jiang San's body was already wet with moisture. Although he was young, his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, and he had a unique youthfulness that even his tattered clothes couldn't hide.

"I," Jiang San didn't know how to start, but when he saw the person in front of him, he felt an indescribable grievance in his heart. "My mother wanted me to marry the village chief," he said in a low voice.

Jiuli was a little stunned for a moment. Marry? Marry whom? The village chief? Thinking of the big and strong woman she saw yesterday, she felt bad. She was already an adult, and still wanted to be young?

"You," Jiang San didn't hear Jiuli speak for a long time. He looked up and saw that person staring at him, "Why are you looking at me?"

"It's nothing. It's the parents' orders and the matchmaker's words. If you refuse once, there will be a next time. If it's not the village chief, it will be someone else." Jiuli almost said it explicitly, what do you think I will do?

"I don't want to marry her," Jiang San lowered his head, tugging at the hem of his clothes with his fingertips, and said with a fearless attitude, "I want to marry you."

Jiuli was stunned. Is it so direct?

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree. We haven't known each other for long. I'm not like other young masters who are good at literature and martial arts, and can play the piano and paint," Jiang San lowered his head aggrievedly.

It gives me the illusion of being an abandoned puppy.

"Just don't regret it," Jiuli said in a light yet serious tone.

"I won't regret it." Jiang San said firmly and seriously, "Miss Yu, do you want to marry me?"

As for Zhengfu, he didn't hold out any hope. Just looking at the material of Miss Yu's clothes, she didn't look like an ordinary person.

"When?" Jiuli's gaze fell on Jiang San's face, and Jiang San's fair face instantly turned red.

"The sooner the better." Jiang San came to the conclusion. He didn't want to be found in his room in the middle of the night and carried out!

"Wait for me to propose marriage at home tomorrow." Jiuli stroked Jiang San's brow with her fingertips. "Three letters and six ceremonies, three matchmakers and six engagements will all include you. You just need to be the groom."

"Okay, I'll wait for you," Jiang San's eyes were still filled with panic and disbelief. He was just going to marry himself off like that?

After saying this, he calmed himself down again. Miss Yu didn't have a husband, and she wasn't stealing anyone else's wife, so what was there to be afraid of?

"I have prepared the firewood and other things. Do you want to go to town with me?" Jiuli reached out and rubbed Jiang San's hair.

"Go to town?" Jiang San opened his eyes wide. What was he going to do in town? His father and mother had never allowed him to go.

"I'll prepare some gifts for you," Jiuli chuckled.

"I won't go. I trust you." Jiang San lowered his head, carrying the firewood and was about to run away, but turned back and said, "Remember to go to my house to propose marriage. Don't forget. I'll wait for you."

Jiuli watched Jiang San go away, whistled, and a black horse ran out from the dark forest, turned around and rode away.

Behind him, a team of guards in black clothes and armor appeared. Each of them carried a bow and a scimitar hung at his waist. They had a strong aura and only a pair of beautiful eyes were exposed.

"Master." The leading woman looked at Jiuli.

"Take them to live in the town and keep in touch if anything happens." Jiuli took a glance and threw the purse over.

"I obey your command." The woman hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, "Does the master really want to marry that young master Jiang?"

"Once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back. It is of course true." Jiuli looked back, "You should respect him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but the old lady may not be willing for the master to marry." And he would marry a wife who would be of no help at all.

"Don't I have an older sister above me?" Jiuli disagreed, "Qingnu, just follow my orders."

"Qingnu obeys the order." Qingnu bowed slightly.

In Taohua Village, in the three large tiled houses where the village chief lived, the burly village chief was sitting there eating pork belly, which made Jiang's father so greedy that he kept swallowing his saliva.

"Jiang Dalang, what do you think?" The village chief wiped his hands and touched Jiang's father's hand dishonestly.

Wow, the skin is so tender, no wonder she could give birth to such a handsome boy. She looked at him with lustful eyes, no one in the village could compare to Jiang Dalang's looks.

"Village chief, it's not that I don't agree. The one at home is stuck with four strings of cash," Jiang's father spread his hands in embarrassment, because he knew very well that the village chief would not go to see Jiang's mother.

The reason is simple, it’s what happened back then, haha.

"Four strings of cash? Why doesn't she just rob?" The village chief narrowed his eyes. "Go back and tell her that she told me that four strings of cash were required for a piece of goods that was only worth three strings of cash, but she actually wanted two strings of cash? I can only give her one string of cash at most. If she doesn't agree, I'll see who dares to marry her!"

"A rich family outside the village has offered five strings of cash. If the village chief doesn't agree, we can only, alas." Jiang's father pretended to sigh, stood up and was about to go out.

Jiang's father counted silently in his heart. When he counted to three, the village chief called Jiang's father quickly.

"Four strings of cash, right?" The village chief narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang's father. He thought, are these two people sure that he dare not tell anyone? Ahem, he really didn't dare.

After all, the one who is enjoying the good life now is his son.

"Yes, not a single cent can be less." Jiang's father stretched out his hand and made a gesture of counting money, thinking about how to tell Jiang's mother later.

"What about the indenture?" A gleam of light flashed in the village chief's eyes.

"One hand gives the money and the other hand gives the person. If you want to have some pleasure, that's not impossible." Father Jiang touched the bracelet on his hand, thinking that he could buy another one for himself later.

"Okay, three days later,"

“Give people money.”

The two men spoke one after another, with the same sense of triumph in their eyes, both feeling that they had gotten the upper hand.

When Jiang's father returned to his home, the sight of the dilapidated house reminded him of the village chief's big brick and tile house. Forget it, because money should be spent wisely. Wouldn't it be nice to have good clothes and good food?

"How is it?" Jiang's mother and Jiang Daya were sitting at the table eating delicious braised pork, their mouths full of oil.

Jiang's father changed his words about the few strings of money from the village chief and told Jiang's mother about them, and at the same time took out a string of money and put it on the table.

Jiang's mother's face turned pale and blue. If she hadn't been worried about not letting Jiang San get married, she wouldn't have married him so cheaply! A coin is still money. It's better to refuse it if it's given for free.

"Okay, ask her to pick me up in three days." Jiang's mother gritted her teeth and agreed. She counted out fifty copper coins and handed them to Jiang Daya. "It's not easy for you out there. Take it and spend it."

"Thank you, mother. You are the best to your daughter." Jiang Daya said as she put the money in her pocket, as if she had not just heard that Jiang's father and mother were planning to sell Jiang San.