Now that they had seen Li Zheng, such a promising prospect, old hands like Han Dali certainly would not let him slip away.
No matter how one put it, Little Cold Village was the place that had raised Li Zheng. It had rendered great service, and that was something no one could erase.
Now, they were simply deepening their investment. As for what Li Zheng would become in the future, that would depend entirely on his own conscience.
"Forget the village chief. I just heard some news from my old man. Do you want to know?"
Sun Lao Liu's gaze wandered. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but his words were full of provocation and incitement.
Wen San said,
"What news? What can't be said between brothers like us? Stop keeping us in suspense and spit it out!"
The others were equally eager. For them, drinking and eating were ordinary pleasures.
Hearing some strange tale or amusing anecdote at the feast was the real bonus.
Sun Lao Liu did not beat around the bush.
"My old man has taken a liking to Li Zheng too. My eldest niece is about the same age as Li Zheng.
"She inherited my old man's physique and natural gifts to the fullest, so he wants to bring about this marriage."
The moment he said this, the others were stunned. But they quickly began discussing it.
To be fair, Sun Xiaohua's looks, figure, character, and temperament made her one of the most outstanding girls in Little Cold Village, especially among farming folk.
They loved women built tall and sturdy, with wide hips and full breasts—women who looked fertile at a glance, strong in constitution, and more capable at farm work than ordinary women.
Moreover, quite a few people had their eyes on