Quynh just wanted to eat Dai alive: "You listen here. When I ask you in a moment, just answer directly. No more meaningless words, understand?"
Dai obediently nodded, thinking to himself that as long as she didn't get angry, as long as she didn't demand to leave, he would agree to anything.
"Then go ahead and ask, wife."
"I'll ask the same question. I will marry a new wife for you, you get me an identity card, and then you let me go, alright?"
An identity card?
Dai's eyes lit up. His little wife didn't have an identity card?
That was right. When she arrived, she didn't even have clothes on her body, so how could she have an identity card?
She didn't have an identity card. Without it, she couldn't go anywhere, could she?
In that instant, Dai was overjoyed: his little wife couldn't run away!
But he knew he couldn't let his joy show on his face, or his little wife would surely fly into a rage.
So Dai put on an honest expression again.
"I don't know, wife, I really don't know. I don't know if the wife you find for me will be good, so I can't answer you. As for the identity card, it can be done, but it's very troublesome. Getting a new one isn't easy..."
Although it wasn't easy, as long as one had money, and if she stayed in the village for a while and built a good relationship with the village chief, it wasn't impossible. But he wouldn't tell her that!
Quynh had no idea that this honest-looking Dai was so cunning. She was still stuck on his first point: he said he didn't know, which meant he hadn't encountered this before, and thus didn't know if a newly married wife would be good.
Thinking about how this brute stared at her chest every time he entered the house, Quynh thought to herself: if she found him a woman more beautiful than herself, would he shift his attention and not keep her here anymore?
Regarding the identity card, Quynh naturally knew it wouldn't be easy, but where there's a will, there's a way.
She would just act on her first idea, and things would be easier to talk about later!
Quynh immediately felt a surge of confidence: "Dai, let me ask you, how much money does it take to marry a wife for you?"
Dai had never thought about marrying a wife, but about preparing the bride price to take a wife.
Of the seventy or eighty households in the village, more than half had to spend a large sum to get a wife.
Some families spent five quan, some spent eight, some spent ten, and of course, some spent as much as fifteen quan, but he had never asked how much it would cost to marry a wife for himself.
Seeing Quynh's confident demeanor, he told himself he couldn't tell the truth. So, he began to bluff:
"Wife, I've never been married, so I don't know. But I arranged my younger brother's marriage. Building the house cost twenty-five quan, the bride price was twenty quan, and there were also two silver hairpins. And there's more..."
Did that mean marrying a wife for him would cost at least fifty quan?
In her memory, with her sharp business sense, Quynh estimated that based on the prices she recalled, these fifty quan were equivalent to fifty million in her previous life!
Damn it!
Getting married in this remote village cost fifty million? No wonder so many men were bachelors. Raising a daughter was truly valuable; why did they say in the old days that raising a daughter was a waste?
If this were that developed era, with her abilities, five hundred million would be nothing.
But the level of production here was only equivalent to the eighties in her world, a time when a kilogram of pork cost only a few thousand!
What did fifty million mean?
Back then, a family with ten million would make people green with envy. A family with fifty million?