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When Hua Niang heard Cui'er's words, she suddenly sneered: "It's okay for you to talk to me like that. Aunt Yan is an elder after all, and you are so disrespectful?"

Aunt Yan seemed to straighten her back suddenly, and with the attitude of an elder, she chimed in, "That's right, this little girl is so ignorant. We just said a few gossips, and now she knows she was wrong, but she still won't let go."

"Elders? Are there elders like you? Why didn't you think of yourself as elders when you were gossiping behind my back? Now you're acting like you're elders. The notice says everyone in the village can come, but two-faced people like you shouldn't come."

"The Songlin family has posted a notice saying that everyone in the village can sign up. Who are you to not let us come? What? We told you before that you wanted to be his mistress, and you took it seriously? Look at how arrogant and domineering you are. If someone didn't know you, they would think you were the boss of the Xie family."

"You! You guys..." When it comes to verbal skills, how could Cui'er be a match for the two of them? She was about to cry after just a few words.

Seeing Cui'er like this, Hua Niang's words became even more uncontrollable. "What do you mean by 'we'? Look at how old you are, and you're still acting like an old maid at home. What's going on? Your mother is still trying to find you a wealthy family. You wanted to sell you for a good price, but now you're so old, you've become a bargain, right?"

Hua Niang's words were like sharp blades, piercing Cui'er's heart. Cui'er couldn't help but burst into tears. She bit her lips, trying hard not to cry out loud.

Cui'er's mother is the village chief's sister. She is a widow. After her husband died, she took her two children back to her parents' home. The village chief helped her get her household registration back and settled in Xiejia Village.

Cui'er's mother was notoriously picky and had high expectations but low skills. She hoped that Cui'er could marry into a wealthy family so that she could help her younger brother. As for those ordinary farmers who came to propose marriage, she always frowned and was picky, either disliking the family for being poor or thinking that the other family had no future.

Although Cui'er was dissatisfied, she did not dare to disobey her mother's wishes. She knew that her mother was wholeheartedly caring about the family, but this approach caused her marriage to be delayed again and again. As time went on, no matchmakers came to the door anymore, and Cui'er was delayed at home. However, Cui'er's mother still refused to lower her conditions. She felt that her mother Cui'er was the best and would definitely marry into a wealthy family.

Of course, Cui'er is indeed a good girl. She is smart, good-looking, diligent and capable. She keeps the house in order and takes good care of her ten-year-old brother. So even when she is in her twenties, there are still many farmers who want to marry her. However, no one dares to come because of Cui'er's mother.

There were quite a few people queuing up to sign up in Xie Songlin's yard. The three of them were arguing and making quite a noise, which naturally attracted a group of people's attention. Now that the embarrassing marriage was mentioned in front of so many people, her face turned red instantly, and she felt embarrassed and annoyed.

Her eyes flashed with embarrassment and anger, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She had never thought that her private affairs would be discussed publicly in such an occasion, especially by Hua Niang in such an unpleasant way.

Cui'er stood there, her hands clenched into fists, her body trembling slightly. She now regretted provoking these two gossipy women. She knew that they spoke rudely and could say anything, so she should have stayed away from them.

Regret surged in her heart like a tide. She hated her impulsiveness and her inability to control her emotions. Thinking about the low food supply at home, Cui'er felt even more depressed. She had come here looking for work, but now Old Lady Shen had witnessed such a farce. She knew in her heart that she would definitely not be selected.

Cui Er couldn't stand the gazes of the crowd any longer and turned to leave, but Old Lady Shen suddenly stopped her: "Cui Er, aren't you going to sign up?"

Her body suddenly paused, and she slowly turned around, looking at Old Lady Shen with surprise on her face, with a hint of uncertainty and hope in her voice: "Can I, can I still come?"

Old Lady Shen smiled and said, "Of course I can. I know you are diligent and capable."

Then, Old Lady Shen glanced at Aunt Yan and Hua Niang, and her expression turned cold again: "You two can go. Although I can't decide who to use for our fourth child, I can still decide who not to use."

Aunt Yan and Hua Niang's faces turned pale instantly. They never thought that just a few words of retort from Cui Er would be directly rejected by Old Lady Shen. They opened their mouths and rushed to Old Lady Shen in a panic, trying to save the situation. Aunt Yan was the first to react and said anxiously, "Sister, you can't be so heartless! I was confused for a moment and said those things I shouldn't have said. I will never talk nonsense again in the future. Please give me another chance. I will work hard in the shop in Songlin City and do my best to run it as if it were my own."

"You still want to treat it like your own shop? You'll be the one to talk nonsense all over it then." Old Lady Shen snorted coldly, "Our Songlin shop is across from the academy. The customers there are all respectable scholars. How can we allow a chatterbox like you to come into our shop and talk nonsense? How can we expect to have any business there?"

She knew very well that scholars valued reputation and dignity the most. If people like Aunt Yan and Hua Niang who loved to gossip were allowed to go to the store, who knows how much trouble it would cause. Even if she had not just quarreled with Cui'er, she would have made it clear to Xie Songlin that she would not employ these two people.

Aunt Yan still wanted to beg. Naturally, the two of them had heard that Xie Songlin's shop was at the gate of the academy, and that all the people coming in and out were scholars. There might be a high-ranking official among them. Even if they couldn't become an official, there were many rich young men from the capital and Jiangnan. If they could catch any one of them, her daughter's marriage would be settled.

Hua Niang had similar thoughts as her, but she was a little more outrageous. She wanted to find it for herself.

She had long since grown tired of her current husband, Xie Dazhong. Not only did he make very little money, but he was also silent and uninteresting, leaving her feeling incredibly frustrated and depressed. Now, with this opportunity, and her youth and beauty, she felt confident that if she could go to the city and spend every day with the wealthy young men, she could win one over. Then, she could live a life of luxury, with fine clothes and a constant stream of admirers.

But now the little flame of hope that had just been ignited was extinguished by Old Lady Shen. How could she be willing to accept this?

The two continued to beg Old Lady Shen, but Old Lady Shen seemed determined not to speak to them anymore.

However, the other villagers were beginning to get annoyed with them. A burly man said impatiently, "Stop arguing, you two. You're making so much noise and blocking us from signing up."

A woman next to him also echoed: "That's right, hurry up and leave. Don't get in the way here."

The crowd's discontent grew stronger and stronger, and some people even began to gently push them. Aunt Yan and Hua Niang stumbled under the crowd's shove, but they were still unwilling to give in and wanted to continue begging Old Lady Shen. However, looking at Old Lady Shen's indifferent expression and the bored eyes of the crowd, they knew that today was completely hopeless.

Helpless, they could only turn around and leave in shame.