Three hundred yuan, and a bicycle too?
This time, the marriage negotiations ended on a sour note, of course.
Back at home, when Xu Nianhua heard about the demands, she couldn't help clicking her tongue. It's 1979, and in their village, two hundred yuan as a dowry is already quite a lot.
But Zhou Dad actually asked for three hundred yuan, plus a bicycle?
Even if they tried borrowing, it wouldn't add up to that much.
A bicycle alone costs nearly two hundred yuan.
"Big brother, did you tell Zhou Family sister about meeting in the county?"
Xu Nianhua quietly asked.
Before they went, Xu Nianhua had told Xu Nianji to find a way to meet Zhou He, and then somehow convince Zhou He to go to the county once.
Without meeting, lots of things are hard to handle.
"I did." Xu Nianji nodded. "Her mom was there at the time, so I couldn't make it too clear, but I think Xiaohe probably understands."
"That's good."
