The next day, Matchmaker Wang came calling again.
You couldn't tell if the old woman was happy or not; she wore a stony expression, not a hint of a smile on her face.
And how could she smile? The night before, Li Mubo, still worried, had come home and spoken with his mother again. He wanted to agree to the Zhou family's demands. He didn't want to delay the wedding; after all, the adults could wait, but the child in his fiancée's belly could not.
As for his mother's claim of having no money, Li Mubo had already figured out a solution. He had borrowed a hundred yuan from a coworker and had come back to discuss it with her. He wanted her to go to his uncle's house and see if they could borrow a little more, just to get the bride through the door first.
He had a job. The debts he was racking up would eventually be repaid.
