"Really!"
The moment Yang Mingcheng heard that Yang Zhengshan wanted to find him a wife, his mournful face lit up with excitement. He immediately tossed the matter of the warhorse to the back of his mind.
What horse could compare to a wife?
Compared to a horse, he wanted a wife far more.
Yang Zhengshan could not be bothered with his foolish son and called toward the kitchen, "Eldest Daughter-in-Law! Eldest Daughter-in-Law!"
"Father!" Wang came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands.
"Find a matchmaker and see whether there are any suitable girls for the third," Yang Zhengshan instructed.
The eldest sister-in-law was like a mother. Yang Zhengshan had no wife, so Wang was the only one who could handle this matter.
In blind marriages and mute matches, not only did the two people getting married know nothing of each other's character—even their parents knew little.
Of course, before the betrothal, Yang Zhengshan could still meet his future daughter-in-law, but only a few times. There was no way to gain any deep understanding.
Well, as her future father-in-law, it would not be proper for him to get too deeply acquainted with his daughter-in-law anyway.
Yang Zhengshan felt that marriage was a damned troublesome affair.
A virtuous wife brought prosperity for three generations; a wicked wife ruined a lifetime.
Naturally, he hoped Yang Minghao would marry a virtuous wife. But it was not convenient for him to handle this himself, so he could only rely on Wang.
His standards were not high. Someone roughly like Wang or Li would do.
Though Wang and Li were unworldly village women, both had gentle temperaments and worked tirelessly. Perhaps they could not help the Yang Family achieve great things, but they could care for an entire household. A daughter-in-law like that was more than