Chapter 2 — Pick up the Bridegroom

If you lean on the mountain, the mountain will fall. Lean on a tree and it will fall. Right now, Trieu Hang is willing to spend money to prolong my life. We can't eat or drink for nothing, anyway, we have to find a livelihood. In my previous life, I was at least a forensic pathologist. In this life, try to see if you can take the exam to become a dentist or not. Trieu Hang rubbed my clothes and kept talking:
"You're only twelve, I'm already seventeen. What kind of daughter-in-law has been raised since she was a child? That's nonsense."
"But I saved your life. You being my sister is not bad. If the two of us work together to get by, then we will have a home."
Every time this person mentions the word "home", his face becomes cheerful and his whole body is full of energy. I raised my head to look at him. I vaguely remember many years ago, when I was reborn and opened my eyes, I also had a passionate heart. In my previous life, I was an orphan. In this life, we have parents, so we used to think we should live well. Who would have thought that fate always likes to tease people like us. Giving a home, but not giving love. No matter how fervent the heart once was, it will eventually cool down. His name Trieu Hang is indeed given very correctly. He truly has a persevering heart. His dream of becoming married was crushed by Duong Giao Nguyet. If you don't have a fiancee, pick up a sister. In short, he just wants a home. The more Trieu Hang spoke, the more enthusiastic he became:
"No, I have to ask the merchant group to send a letter to your parents, asking for a contract to sell you. Otherwise, in the future, if they just open their mouth and ask you to come back, then I will die at a loss."
At that time, Trieu Hang was determined to spend all the money he had saved to save me. Just because I said one sentence. I said Duong Giao Nguyet will come back to find him later. To be honest, since coming to this world in my mother's womb, many of my memories of this world are vague. Anyway, in my previous life, when I was lying on the hospital bed waiting to die. The thing that interests me the most in this book is the trivia about Hanh Hoa Lane. For example, Kim Bat Hoan had an affair with a rich merchant's concubine. Aunt Trieu Hang's favorite thing is to hide money in rice jars. The stingy tofu factory owner likes to squat in the latrine counting money in the middle of the night. Therefore, we can easily threaten Kim Bat Hoan to return the money to Trieu Hang. Neighbors all say I'm a reincarnated fairy, and they know everything. Trieu Hang also believed that, so he saved me, wanting to hear the future story between him and Duong Giao Nguyet. But strangely enough. All this time, he still didn't ask again. I laughed to myself. While lying in the cemetery, perhaps no one really wants to die. One sentence from me saved Trieu Hang, also saved me. Trieu Hang rinsed his clothes and dried them on the line. He entered the house, brought out rice and soup, and gave me chopsticks. I skillfully took out the egg and chicken thigh hidden at the bottom of the bowl, divided it in half and threw it into his bowl. Trieu Hang bowed his head and ate his rice, speaking indistinctly:
"Tomorrow I will follow the merchant group to the foreign officials. Your illness will cost five taels of silver each month to buy medicine. We cannot delay. When I return, I will arrange a banquet and solemnly swear an oath to you."
Nervous stuff. I have only heard of solemn marriage, never of solemn marriage. We hear the sound of water boiling on the stove. Trieu Hang's medicine has been prepared. I poured the medicine into the bowl and urged him to drink. Trieu Hang was full of disgust After drinking it all, it still threatens me:
"Don't buy me any more drugs! Otherwise, I won't borrow books for you in the future."
I pointed to the roof:
“Fix it, it's leaking.”
Over the past few months, Trieu Hang and I have been living like that. He talks about his story, I talk about mine, no one delays anyone else. Trieu Hang's small, tattered house has only one main room. At night he sleeps on the ground, I sleep on the bed. During the day, the light shines through the hole in the roof, swaying and making us frustrated. I don't know how he lived for so many years. The roof was punctured, the legs of tables and chairs were broken, and the stove collapsed. I think, as soon as this person opens his eyes, he goes out to make money, and has never lived a decent day. After eating, Trieu Hang went to fix the roof. Then he clanged and pulled back a wooden cart. He built tables and chairs for us right in the yard. He is truly proficient in all kinds of skills and knows how to do anything. I poured him a bowl of sugar water, squatted next to him, handed him the tools, and praised:
“You are also quite powerful.”
Trieu Hang arrogantly said:
"Of course! I learned this skill by carrying tea and pouring water for my master for half a year. That year, Giao Nguyet wanted a dressing table, but I couldn't afford to buy it, so I could only..."
Having said this, he fell silent. Being an apprentice for a carpenter is not easy. I have seen with my own eyes Trieu Hang emptying the compost bin for the entire master's family, serving him like a slave. I think of Duong Giao Nguyet. She is a beautiful and intelligent lady. Her mother wanted to be rich, her father was a poor scholar. Born into such a family, by the age of sixteen, most people will be married off as concubines to some rich businessman. However, she grasped Trieu Hang's rope, escaped the mud, and changed her fate. In a place like Hanh Hoa Lane. A lady can dress beautifully every day and go to the library to read books.