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"Enough, everyone stop talking. I’ll decide and give Fanghua one hundred yuan. Our family may not be wealthy, but we can still afford that amount," said Uncle Ye firmly.
"Fanghua, listen up. It's not like we owe you money for building your house; Dali is not marrying into our family. This one hundred yuan is your dowry from us. Your in-laws live far away, and in the future, your mother and I won’t be able to take care of you as we wish. You will have to rely on yourself from now on." Uncle Ye's words left no room for argument.
Everyone respected Uncle Ye's authority as the head of the family. Although Aunt Ye and the others felt a bit reluctant about giving the younger sister one hundred yuan, they dared not refute since it was the patriarch speaking.
"One hundred it is then; at least it's less than the three hundred she asked for," they thought. Fanghua remained silent; one hundred was better than nothing. After all, her uncle and aunt would also contribute to her dowry, along with her siblings, which would add up to over two hundred yuan in total.
Seeing that both his daughter and daughter-in-law had calmed down, Uncle Ye let out a sigh of relief. With only three children in their family, they already had constant conflicts; he couldn’t imagine how families with five or six children managed.
Indeed, as Fanghua had anticipated, her family helped her with her dowry. Everything was based on what they had given to Fangfei before. In families like theirs, gift-giving among relatives followed a cycle: today you give me this much, tomorrow I’ll return the favor when you need it.
Even Fangfei had given her a red envelope containing ten yuan. Additionally, Grandma Ye had prepared a gold bracelet for her granddaughter, which was now in Fanghua's hands.
That evening, Fanghua and Zhao Dali returned to the guesthouse where they had been staying since their home was too crowded. Fanghua excitedly pulled out the red envelopes to count the money.
Zhao Dali watched as she unfolded each crisp bill, his eyes turning green with envy. "No wonder people in big cities are so wealthy," he thought. "They can just pull out a hundred yuan like it's nothing." Even Fanghua's relatives had given at least a large bill each. He knew that his own family worked hard all day long and barely made forty or fifty yuan altogether.
It was only because they had so many strong laborers in their family that they could divide up so much.
In total, there was one hundred and eighty yuan, which wasn't even enough to make two hundred. By the way, Dali, how much money do we need to build the house? Is one hundred and eighty yuan enough? If it’s not, will we have to sell this bracelet? Ye Fanghua reluctantly touched the bracelet in her hand.
This bracelet was secretly given to her by her grandmother when they left. She said it was for her and her cousin, and no one else could have one. She had just put it in her cotton coat pocket on the way here and had only now taken it out.
Zhao Dali stared blankly at the gold bracelet his wife had pulled out.
"Wife, is this... is this gold? Your family gave you this?" Zhao Dali stammered a bit as he spoke.
"Yes, my grandmother gave it to me. My cousin and I each have one." Ye Fanghua felt that although her dowry from her family wasn't much, having this gold bracelet still brought her some pride.
Seeing Zhao Dali's naive expression, she felt a secret sense of superiority.
"This is gold! It's my first time seeing real gold!" Zhao Dali reached out eagerly to touch it.
"Ha, what’s so special about it? You really haven't seen much," Ye Fanghua thought to herself, even though it was also her first time seeing gold. However, she wouldn't act as clueless as Zhao Dali.
"Yes, I haven't seen much. If it weren't for marrying such a good wife like you, I would never have come to Beijing in my lifetime, let alone own gold." Zhao Dali said with a smile, trying to flatter her.
"That's right; you should be content."
The two of them admired the gold bracelet for a while before turning their conversation back to the house construction.
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