Ye Qiangzhi hung her head, speechless. Gazing at the frail and unfamiliar hand, she knew she had crossed over.,Seeing that Qianzhi wouldn't speak, the elder woman continued, "If you don't agree to this, and refuse to fight, this morning, Wang Mazizi from the neighboring village came to our house to propose marriage. His wife died last month by swallowing rat poison, and there are three children at home. If you marry him, not only will you have to serve Wang Mazizi, but also raise other people's children.",Maybe one day Song Sanlang will die, and if Ye Wenqian marries him then, wouldn't she be at risk of becoming a widow anytime。