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When Aunt Chen returned home, she took out the cured pork that she had treasured for five years, cut off a third of it, and locked the rest away again.

I cooked a pot of thick millet porridge, sliced ​​cooked cured pork, and stir-fried some wild vegetables with a little lard.

When Daya returned from work and saw the sumptuous dinner on the table, she wondered if she had opened the door incorrectly.

Upon seeing Daya return, Aunt Chen greeted her with a beaming smile, "What are you still standing there for? Come and eat!"

Da Ya was startled. Had her mother taken the wrong medicine? Why was she suddenly being so polite to her?

Da Ya's younger brother, Xu Wang, was drooling as he looked at the meat on the table.

He waited and waited, but his mother didn't say dinner was ready. So he reached into the bowl of cured meat and quietly took a piece.

Aunt Chen slapped Xu Wang's hand hard with her chopsticks and scolded, "No manners! Can't you see your sister hasn't sat down yet?"

Da Ya stood at the door trembling. Her mother must have gone mad, actually hitting her younger brother because of her.

"Are you so happy you've gone mad? Why aren't you coming in?"

As Aunt Chen scooped rice, she called out to Daya.

Eager to eat the meat quickly, Xu Wang impatiently called out, "I told you to come in, are you deaf?"

Da Ya's father, Xu Qiang, slapped Xu Wang on the head, his voice filled with anger: "I told you to respect your sister, did you ignore me?"

Xu Wang pursed his lips and dared not speak again.

Daya pinched her thigh and felt a sharp pain, which brought her back to reality from the magical world.

Sitting at the table, Aunt Chen placed the driest bowl of millet porridge in front of her.

Daya was already numb. She said, "Father, Mother, just say what you want to do. I'm scared by what you're doing. My wages are paid monthly, and I can only get them back to you at the end of the month."

Aunt Chen exclaimed "Whoa!" in a slightly reproachful tone:

"What are you saying, girl? We're not that kind of people. Can't it be because we feel sorry for you?"

Daya knew exactly what kind of person her mother was, but since her mother was being so gentle with her, she couldn't help but fantasize.

Maybe it's because she's able to earn money now that her mother has a change of heart?

Thinking about how she spent her days tending the fire in the workshop, how she was ostracized, and how she was never allowed to get involved in important matters.

Despite her initial feelings of grievance, she secretly vowed to persevere and work hard to earn money to support her family for the sake of her parents.

Having figured it out, Daya began to eat slowly and carefully.

Xu Qing's family provided lunch, which was much better than what I ate at home.

But she still felt that tonight's meal was the best she had ever eaten, so delicious that she couldn't help but want to cry.

After the meal, Daya was clearing away the dishes when Aunt Chen pressed her hand down and said:

"Leave it here, Mom will take care of it. You sit down and rest for a while. Xu Wang, go feed the chickens at home, and then go back to your room to sleep."

Xu Wang glared at his father, trying to renege on his promise, but with a look from his father, Xu Wang had no choice but to reluctantly nod in agreement.

Daya felt as happy as if she were floating on clouds, her whole body light and airy.

It felt like her first day at work, standing behind Xu Qing, with the workers bowing respectfully in her direction and calling her "boss."

So this is what it feels like to be respected and admired.

Aunt Chen had something on her mind, so she put the bowl back in the kitchen and couldn't wait to get back to the table.

She held Daya's hand earnestly: "Daughter, is there anything you want to tell your mother?"

Xu Qiang also looked at Daya encouragingly.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Daya said with tears in her eyes, "Father, Mother, don't worry, I will work hard and earn more money to repay you."

Aunt Chen paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is there anything else? Like some surprise or something you want to tell us?"

Da Ya was completely bewildered. What surprise was this?

Seeing Daya's appearance, Aunt Chen laughed and scolded, "Still pretending with your parents? What's there to be embarrassed about?"

Xu Qiang: "Da Ya, don't be afraid. We're not old-fashioned. Special cases should be handled specially. Just tell us, and your parents will definitely stand up for you."

Daya's doubts deepened. What were her parents talking about?

Could it be that they know I lied to them?

But knowing she lied to them, why are they still so kind to her?

She tentatively asked, "Father, Mother, do you know something?"

Aunt Chen immediately beamed with joy: "I know, the whole village knows! Daya, you've really made your mother proud!"

"Tell me, how much dowry will Xu Jian give you? After you marry into the family, you'd better arrange for your father and me to work in the workshop."

Xu Qiang said smugly, "You old woman, the Xu family is so big and powerful. Once Daya marries into the family, we'll all be enjoying the good life."

Why would we need to do any work? Just assign us a supervisory role, like managing the workers.

Aunt Chen: "Yes, yes, what the husband says is right. I was just too naive."

The two of them got more and more excited as they talked, one after the other.

Da Ya was completely confused when she heard what her parents were saying.

What is all this?

When did Xu Jian say he wanted to marry her? And when did the whole village find out?

She cautiously interrupted her parents' conversation: "Where did you hear all this? What does the whole village know?"

At this moment, Aunt Chen looked at Daya as if she were a god of wealth, wishing she could worship her. Whenever Daya asked a question, she would answer it without hesitation.

"When the Wen family hired a matchmaker, many people in the village saw it and, out of curiosity, went to inquire about it."

Wen herself admitted that Xu Jian was going to get married. When everyone asked her which family's daughter she was marrying, she mysteriously said that she would find out on the wedding day.

Everyone says it's you, and when Mother thinks about what you said, she also thinks it must be you. It's just that she hasn't come to our house to propose marriage yet because of face-saving.

Now that I have your confirmation tonight, I am relieved. Go tell Xu Jian that our family is not the kind of people who are petty and calculating.

What's past is past. Xu Gong offered 20 taels of silver as betrothal gifts and a set of silver jewelry, but our family didn't ask for more.

"Eighteen taels of silver will suffice, but the jewelry is a must, otherwise the villagers will laugh at us for not being as good as the Qian family."

After hearing her mother's words, Daya still had some doubts, but she couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Could it be that Xu Qing and Xu Jian have changed their minds?

That should be true. If you were to marry a widow, you wouldn't need a matchmaker. Your family could just have a meal behind closed doors, and that would be considered a proper wedding.

Where would they hold such a grand banquet?

They must have realized that marrying a widow is not as respectable as marrying a virtuous young woman.

Why haven't they told her yet?

Was it to surprise myself?

Thinking of this, Da Ya felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

She nodded shyly: "I'll listen to my parents."

Aunt Chen and her family fell asleep with dreams of a better life ahead.

The next day, when Daya went to work, she was no longer as cautious as usual.

She straightened her back and walked into the workshop like a proud hen.

Aunt Zhao still arranged for her to start the fire.

Daya said meaningfully, "You'd better find me something else to do."

Aunt Zhao thought about it and realized that since Daya had been tending the fire for so many days, it would be good for her to do something else.

"Then go and fry some peanuts."

Daya stretched out her rough hands, raised her head, and said, "Are these the hands I'm supposed to use for this kind of work? What if I hurt them?"

Sun and the other employees just thought that Daya was crazy.

"With those calluses on your hands, even a knife can't cut through them, so how could you possibly get hurt?"

"Are you going to do it or not? If not, we'll tell the boss. Don't just occupy the position without doing your job."