Wang Zhixue shook his head, his face flushing. "Grandpa, my family is too poor. No one will look twice at me."
Lin Changyou looked at him and said, "Don't worry about that. As long as a young man is down-to-earth and willing to work hard, he'll make a good life for himself sooner or later."
An idea sparked in Yang Liying's mind. She smiled and said to Lin Changyou, "Uncle, could I ask you to help look for a suitable match for him in Shilian?"
Lin Changyou thought for a moment, then smiled. "Actually, there is a suitable girl. She's the daughter of my eldest daughter-in-law's older brother. She's seventeen this year, a quick worker, and has a good personality and looks."
Zhao Dehai nodded repeatedly. "I saw her once during the soybean harvest. It would be wonderful if Zhixue could win the hand of our in-law's niece!"
Yang Liying nudged Wang Zhixue. "Quick, ask Grandpa to help set things up."
