Cut ties eight times; without ten taels, don’t expect to take anyone in.

“Do you have ten taels of silver? If so, send someone to collect her—cash in hand for the girl.” Madame Bao cast a sideways glance at Liu Hehua with her triangular eyes.

“He and his friends number six or seven; they don’t have the money,” Liu Hehua replied.

“No money, no deal,” Madame Bao dismissed outright.

Meng Yun was currently at her peak value. Were it not improper to sell her directly to a brothel under the village chief’s eyes, she would have sold that wretched girl off. She resembled her late mother, with a seductive allure.

Liu Hehua, receiving Madame Bao’s cold stare, dared not utter a word.

“Listen carefully, whoever comes to propose is fine, as long as they pay ten taels, the person goes with them. Whoever brings the suitor, I’ll give a small commission of one tael,” Madame Bao declared.

How shameless—to sell her granddaughter and even pay a cut to the middleman.

“Understood, mother,” the three daughters-in-law replied in unison, each immediately calculating which family in their natal village could afford ten taels.

They wasted no time; before nightfall, each had returned to her own family.

Matchmaker Li soon received word and sent news to the Jin family through her eldest son, arranging for them to arrive at Meng’s village at the first hour of dawn, lest delays bring unexpected troubles.

Zhou Yaru, upon hearing the news, grew anxious. She hadn’t expected the old lady of the Meng family to be so ruthless—selling a person for ten taels was utterly shameless.

Despite her anger, she hurriedly had Jin Yan’an borrow a donkey cart from Meng Changhe’s household to depart early for Meng village the next day.

Thus, before dawn, Zhou Yaru, accompanied by her eldest son, second son, and youngest daughter, along with Matchmaker Li, set off for Meng village.

Arriving just past the third quarter of the first hour, the Meng family’s main house had yet to prepare breakfast but already noticed visitors at the gate.

“Who are you looking for?” Xu Cuiyun saw several gifts on the donkey cart and felt pleased. When she saw Matchmaker Li, she immediately understood the situation—though not yet which village had sent the proposal.

“We’re here to propose marriage,” Matchmaker Li announced, dressed in a bright red gown, carrying a red handbag, and wearing a golden hairpin.

“Oh, come in quickly,” Xu Cuiyun said, curious which of her co-sisters-in-law would secure that one-tael commission.

Inside the courtyard, a wooden table awaited. Matchmaker Li and Zhou Yaru took their seats, while Jin Yanchuan and his siblings stood nearby, Jin Yanchuan’s eyes scanning everywhere for his elder sister.

Soon, Madame Bao and the others appeared.

“Ah, what wind has brought Matchmaker Li here!” Madame Bao recognized her; with her grandchildren grown, currying favor with Matchmaker Li might lead to good matches for her grandkids.

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