Farmer's Little Matchmaker

An alien from the N planet traveled to the ancient Lu Xiaohong. In order to fulfill the patriarch's last wish, she worked hard to marry a good man... But why did the matchmaker system suddenly appear on her body? Did the patriarch want her to take action for the second half of her life? ! (One-on-one, the male and female protagonists are clean physically and mentally, don't be fooled by Planet N) The most important thing is to make money. These seven aunts and eight aunts just want to dig money from her. They come to play Qiufeng on weekdays when they have nothing to do, cry for father and mother, and scold her for being unfilial. This is the main event! They really think they are vegetarians! ! Fragment one: Lu Xiao Matchmaker, who has eloped eighty-eight times, said that the profession of matchmaker is a high-end and classy profession. Here you can not only see men, but also communicate with diamond men about your life. And in this village with strong folk customs, matchmaker is the most popular profession, because it controls whether a man and a woman can be happy in the second half of their life. Lu Xiaohong heard that the general in the military camp was handsome. Lu Xiaohong made a top-notch diamond for this diamond-level man and charmed him into the bathtub. Lu Xiaohong personally verified it! ! Fragment two: "Shopkeeper, look at the weight of this watermelon, which is eighty-eight. This is completely tailor-made for you!" Xiaohong pointed at the big watermelon in the field and said with a smile to the shopkeeper opposite. When the shopkeeper heard Xiaohong's words, he immediately clapped his hands and bought it: "It seems I'm really going to sell it." "Master, this winter melon is ninety-nine, which proves that when you get married, it will last forever." Xiaohong heard that someone was getting married in the next village, and immediately took the winter melon to sell it. From then on, everything produced in Xiaohong's fields was priced according to the mascot. Fragment three: "Xiao Hong, Mom really loves this man. Don't you have money? Why don't you give him money to treat his illness?" The little matchmaker dragged a man and knelt at the door, crying. Xiao Hong looked at the man on the ground pretending to be sick with disdain and refused decisively: "If you really want money, fine, stab him in the thigh and I'll see if he is really sick or fake."