Marrying a Fool for the Second Time

The matchmaker asked me, "There’s a fool in town. Ten taels of silver. Will you marry him?"

I said nothing.

The matchmaker gritted her teeth and raised the offer to thirty taels.

I married him.

Later, the fool stopped being a fool.

He put the past behind him and married the woman he had once loved, the one who had broken off their engagement of her own accord.

"Don’t think you can go back to the way things were with me. Two years as a fool was more than enough!"

"A country woman like you? I’d feel dirty just touching you."