I traveled back to ancient times, but I was able to lie down and relax.

"Who is it?" Liu Nanjia's eyes lit up immediately.

"That matchmaker, the one who told Sister Zhao about this. Since she told Sister Zhao because she couldn't stand it, why don't you go and beg her? Maybe she'll be willing to do something about it. Just give her some benefits afterward."

"Besides, she's a matchmaker. Since that family's daughter has started looking for a husband, it's normal for them to have a matchmaker around. It won't attract much attention."

"Yes, Aunt Wang, how come I didn't remember?"

“It’s normal that you haven’t dealt with matchmakers before, since we don’t know anyone in Canghe Village. If we knew someone, it would be more appropriate to have her act as an intermediary. Since we don’t, then a matchmaker is a better choice,” Aunt Wang said with a smile.

"That's right, that's what we were thinking too, which is why we decided to make the trip ourselves. I'll go find Aunt Zhao now and ask her to invite the matchmaker over, hoping she'll agree." With that, she turned to walk outside.

Aunt Wang chatted with Liu Nanjia for a while, and it was time for her to go home.

The two parted ways after leaving the courtyard and went in different directions.

Liu Nanjia arrived at Aunt Zhao's house. Luckily, someone was home and the gate was open.

"Is Aunt Zhao home?" Liu Nanjia called out from the courtyard gate.

She was lucky today. Aunt Zhao was home alone at the time. Hearing the noise, she came out and, seeing that it was her, quickly welcomed her inside.

"Miss Liu, what brings you here? Is there anything you need?"

Although Liu Nanjia had corrected her many times, telling her to just call her by her name, Aunt Zhao insisted on calling her Miss Liu. Liu Nanjia had no choice but to let her be.

"No, I need your help with something. Can we talk inside?"

“Miss Liu, please speak freely. There’s no need for the formality. Come, please come in. It’s just that my home is rather simple.”

Liu Nanjia felt somewhat helpless. The Zhao family was indeed a good family, but every time she treated them, it was as if she were talking to some young master or young lady, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

"What are you saying? We're all from the same village, how can anyone look down on anyone else?"

As Liu Nanjia spoke, she also looked around the house. The layout was similar to their original house, with three rooms and bedrooms on the left and right sides.

The right side is further divided into two parts. That's because they also have a daughter; boys and girls do need to live separately.

Although she didn't go inside to see the furnishings, judging from the location of the doors, the two rooms were roughly the same size.

Liu Nanjia thought of the girl he had seen in the field last time. Although her clothes were worn out, they were clean and she looked more presentable than her younger brother. It seemed that she was treated well at home.

Yes, the Zhao family is not the kind of family that favors sons over daughters.

However, each room was much smaller than theirs, and it did look a bit crowded, but it was very clean, showing that although the family was poor, they were trying to make the most of their lives.

Liu Nanjia's impression of this family improved somewhat.

After sitting down in the main room, Liu Nanjia said, "Aunt Zhao, I came because of what you told me last time. We thought about it and decided that we couldn't let them be tricked like this. But we can't get involved in the affairs of the Liu family's eldest branch, so we can only tell that family the actual situation and ask them to reject the marriage proposal."

"But we don't know anyone there, so we planned to ask the matchmaker you know to help us get this done and give that family a heads-up. Today we just wanted you to invite that matchmaker over so we can talk about this at your house."

“Passing on the message is no problem. I’ll tell her when she comes next time,” Aunt Zhao agreed readily, but then hesitated, “But I don’t know if she’ll agree.”

"Just pass on a message that we will pay her. If she is willing to talk, just let us know and we will discuss it with her in detail ourselves. As long as it's not during our business trips, it's fine."

"Okay, I'll tell her."

"Thank you very much, Aunt Zhao." Liu Nanjia said, taking out a bag of fried chicken and several wrapped bread rolls from the basket she had brought with her.

“If I had offered it to you directly just now, you definitely wouldn’t have accepted it. But since you’ve already agreed to help, please accept it and give it to your younger siblings.”

"Oh dear, how can that be? I always take your things. Last time, that young master Song gave me some too." Sure enough, Aunt Zhao still refused.

"Please accept this. Last time it was to thank you for telling us the news, and this time it's to thank you for being willing to help. These are two separate things, so how can they be confused?"

Liu Nanjia placed it directly on the table, and before Aunt Zhao could find another reason to refuse, she got up and walked out.

"Auntie, please don't offer anymore, just accept it. I need to go to town to do my business, so I'll be going now."

"Oh, alright, alright, business is the priority, Miss Liu, you really are..." Before she could finish her sentence, Liu Nanjia had already walked away.

Aunt Zhao looked at the generous amount of fried chicken and bread on the table and felt deeply moved. She had heard that the fried chicken was quite expensive; otherwise, everyone would say that Miss Liu's family had made a lot of money.

I was just helping to pass on a message, and they gave me so much. Even before, their family rarely got to eat such good food.

Miss Liu and her family are such kind people.

It seems Liu Nanjia has been having good luck lately. A few days later, not long after they finished breakfast, someone came to the gate of the courtyard. It was Aunt Zhao's daughter.

Liu Nanjia already knew her name was Zhao Zhitao.

"Sister Liu, my mother said the person you're looking for has arrived and is at my house now. You can come over and talk to him." The little girl's voice wasn't loud, but her pronunciation was very clear.

"Okay, let's go now." Liu Nanjia grabbed a few pieces of bread and followed Zhao Zhitao to the Zhao family home with Liu Yanxi.

Song Chen, of course, stayed home to make fried chicken. Ever since Liu Nanjia discovered that his fried chicken was almost as good as hers, she often had him make it with her.

Her reasoning was, "Song Chen, you're also a member of our family, so of course we should work together. We can't expect me, the third in line, to make money."

Song Chen not only didn't mind her explanation, but was actually quite pleased. He liked this way of referring to them as a family, as if he had a family again.

Moreover, he is strong and more suitable than Liu Nanjia for kneading dough, so the work of kneading dough has been entirely handed over to him.

Here, Liu Nanjia stuffed bread into the little girl's hand on the road. Now they make a little extra bread every day so that anyone who is hungry can have it as a snack, or give a few to guests when they come over. It's very convenient.

Zhao Zhitao had eaten this sweet pastry a few days ago. It was quite filling and much tastier than steamed buns or pancakes. She liked it very much, so she stared at it with bright eyes.

But verbally she refused, saying, "My mother doesn't allow me to take other people's things without permission."

Liu Nanjia laughed and said, "But I'm not going to meet anyone else, so take it."

After another round of polite refusals, Zhao Zhitao finally accepted the gift, but she only held it in her hand and didn't eat it.