Early the next morning, Jiang Hu's second aunt went to the Magistrate's residence with Jiang Yu, and only came back after lunch. Judging from everyone's beaming faces, the talk had clearly gone very well and they'd hit it off at once.
Just as the Jiang family had left, news came out from the Magistrate's household: Jiang Yu had gifted the Zhou elders a pair of hundred-year-old ginseng roots, each almost as thick as a baby's wrist!
Whether those hundred-year-old ginsengs were real or not, no one knew except the people involved, but everyone could see that the Magistrate and his wife had been all smiles these past few days. Clearly, they were very optimistic about this marriage.
The most important thing was that the Zhou family's young lady had finally stopped making trouble and was staying quietly at home, waiting to be married. It seemed she was very satisfied with this ideal husband she'd personally chosen.
