Siheyuan: Starting from the residents in the backyard
4 Matchmaker Aunt Zhang

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Lu Shuisheng strolled around outside before returning to the courtyard house.

As soon as she entered the alley, she saw Yan Jiecheng, who was wearing a pair of big pants and slippers, talking to an auntie outside the street.

The two of them were talking a little loudly, and it was possible to hear what they were talking about from afar.

From the content of the conversation, it was obvious that this auntie was a matchmaker. Yan Jiecheng was at the age of marrying a wife. A few days ago, Aunty Zhang introduced a partner to Yan Jiecheng. That woman had taken a fancy to Yan Jiecheng, but Yan Jiecheng did not like her. He felt that the woman's skin was not fair enough and preferred fair skin.

"You like women with fair skin?" Lu Shuisheng thought of Yan Jiecheng's wife, Yu Li, in the original movie. Her skin was indeed fair and tender, and she had a good figure. She was kind and good-looking. Most importantly, she was not a vase. She was very smart.

After the spring breeze blew, she was the first woman to open a shop in the courtyard. She was very smart. Yan Jiecheng was not a good person, but he married a good wife.

Of course, Yan Jiecheng was obviously not married yet, and he did not know where Yu Li was.

Aunt Zhang had come tonight because she had been asked by the woman to get Yan Jiecheng to reply. She had received many benefits from the woman, saying good things and even making promises. She had come with confidence, but what she received was that Yan Jiecheng did not like the woman, and she was in a bad mood.

If Yan Jiecheng hadn't chased after her, she would have stopped being a matchmaker for him in the future. He didn't want such a good girl. Her skin wasn't fair enough, but her butt was good enough to give birth. Wasn't marrying a wife just giving birth to children and doing housework? What was the use of having fair skin? He really didn't understand the taste of young people nowadays.

"Auntie Zhang, I'm sorry to have made things difficult for you this time. Next time, if you have a good partner, you have to introduce him to me.”Yan Jiecheng tried to curry favor with her. Among the matchmakers nearby, Aunt Zhang had the best resources, so he naturally did not want to offend her.

"Let's see!" Aunt Zhang still had some resentment in her heart. If Yan Jiecheng had come to give her some money to run errands, perhaps her resentment would have dissipated. However, Yan Jiecheng was as calculative as his father. He had not even married a wife, so how could he spend money in advance?

Yan Jiecheng had returned home. Mrs. Zhang was about to leave with her bicycle when she saw Lu Shuisheng walking toward her. She sized him up and her eyes lit up.

Aunt Zhang was able to become a famous matchmaker in Laodaokou neighborhood.

It has brought about countless marriages,

The most important thing was to grasp the resources of high-quality unmarried young men.

As long as there were good unmarried young men and women on hand, if this one failed, they would introduce them to the next one.

If the quantity was large and the quality was good, it would always facilitate marriage. Therefore, good resources were the key.

At this moment, Aunt Zhang knew that Lu Shuisheng was likely to encounter good resources the moment she saw him.

"Little brother, do you also live in this courtyard? Are you married?" Aunt Zhang smiled.

"Hello, Auntie. Yes, I live in the same courtyard as Yan Jiecheng, but I live in the backyard. I'm nineteen this year and unmarried!”Lu Shuisheng smiled politely.

Shuisheng's attitude left a very good impression on Aunt Zhang. Moreover, he was handsome and tall. Even though he was dressed in shabby and simple clothes, he appeared very confident. He was completely inferior to Yan Jiecheng, who was wearing slippers and big shorts.

"Young man, you're really good. What's your name? You can call me Aunt Zhang. I'm a matchmaker. If you want, I'll introduce you!" As an excellent matchmaker, Aunt Zhang was used to taking the initiative to attack whenever she saw good resources.

"My surname is Lu and my name is Shuisheng. But I'm still young!" Lu Shuisheng was only a 19-year-old male college student before he transmigrated. He had never been in a relationship before. When he heard that Auntie Zhang wanted to introduce him to someone, he immediately scratched his head in embarrassment.

"You're already nineteen, almost twenty. You're not young anymore, it's time for you to get married. I know a lot of young people. At your age, you already have a few children.”Auntie Zhang said enthusiastically.

Lu Shuisheng also knew that this era was different from the later generations. Most young people got married very early. They thought that if they met a suitable person, it didn't matter if they looked at her. They didn't necessarily have to get married after looking at her.

"Alright then, thank you, Aunt Zhang!"”

"I almost forgot to ask if you have a job now.”Auntie Zhang asked carefully. After all, she knew that it was not easy to find a job now.

"I work at the Red Star Rolling Mill. I'm a first-class fitter!”Lu Shuisheng said.

"Not bad, not bad!" Auntie Zhang was very satisfied. He was young, handsome, tall, had a good personality, was polite, had a job, and had excellent resources.

After chatting for a while, Auntie Zhang was about to go home.

Lu Shuisheng urged her to stay and invited her into the house.

Mrs. Zhang rejected him, but Lu Shuisheng's enthusiasm and politeness made her feel even better." Young man, I admire you very much. If there are good girls, I'll introduce them to you first!"”

"Thank you in advance, Aunt Zhang!" In fact, Lu Shuisheng didn't really care about the introduction, but he still said it politely.

After sending Auntie Zhang off, Lu Shuisheng turned around and saw Qin Huairu pushing Jia Dongxu out of the room.

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