Mrs. Wei's original intention wasn't to covet the money in Chun Mian's hands. It was just that if she didn't phrase it that way, some people with absolutely no self-awareness would dare to introduce the absolute bottom of the barrel to their doorstep.
Hearing the amount Chun Mian contributed to the household, the old matchmaker's heart ached with regret. How wonderful it would be if that money was given to her own family! She wanted to persuade her further, but seeing Mrs. Wei's obvious intent to see her out, the matchmaker had nothing left to say. If it were her family, she would want Chun Mian to stay home until the day she died!
After sending off batch after batch of ill-intentioned matchmakers, Chun Mian had become famous in the village.
"Did you hear? Shumei hands over fifty yuan to her family every month!"
"How come I heard it was a hundred?"
"Nonsense, it's clearly a hundred and fifty."
