The matchmaker Hua touched the black mole on her chin and walked out of the Tian Family's house, her face still plastered with a smile.
She had been under a lot of pressure lately. The local tyrant, Brother Biao, wanted to marry and had asked her to arrange a match. She had gone through all the nearby villages, but honestly, unless someone was blind, given the state of his household, who would ever agree to marry off their daughter to him? Even widows or women past their prime would wet themselves in fear at the mention of his name.
Heh, but there was one family in Tian Family Village that actually agreed.
The real headache was figuring out how to negotiate this deal with both sides.
In Brother Biao's house, a group of men was sweating profusely as they gathered in a circle to play cards. In the middle of a scorching summer afternoon, instead of napping, they were yelling and shouting in sheer chaos.
