"Haha, such a little child, and she lies without even preparing a proper excuse.
And she calls herself an old fortune-teller? Why doesn't she just say she's a celestial attendant of the Goddess of Child-Giving, reincarnated specifically to give Xiao Aimin and his wife a son?"
Some people found it amusing, but others were somewhat doubtful.
"Come to think of it, seven or eight years ago, there really was a muttering old man living in the cowshed in our village. As for whether he could tell fortunes, who knows?"
"Then what that Erya girl said is actually true?"
"Who knows?"
"I'd say there's an eighty or ninety percent chance she made it up because she wants to leave the Su family."
Li Xiaohua, who had always been close to Liu Hong, looked at Su Qiao with disdain:
"That's far too unfilial. Isn't it just asking her to do some work? Isn't it just asking her to get married?"
"Parents' orders and the matchmaker's word—that's how everyone lived back then, wasn't it?"
Tian Guihua's expression darkened. "Cut the crap. If you think the Liu family is so well-off, why don't you marry your own daughter into it?"
"And what do you mean, 'parents' orders and the matchmaker's word'? That's an arranged marriage! It's feudal dross!
Someone with views like yours should be sent to the Village Committee to receive a proper education. You should go to the broadcast room and make a self-criticism in front of everyone!"
Li Xiaohua had still wanted to say a few more words, but when she heard that she might be sent away for education and possibly forced to make a self-criticism over the loudspeaker, she immediately lost her nerve.
"I... I was just saying it casually, wasn't I? Why are you taking it so seriously?"