According to traditional customs, such days are considered unsuitable for weddings.

But in this day and age, people's minds have long been liberated.

Society has changed, and customs have changed along with it.

Who would still treat that old almanac as an imperial edict?

Nobody takes it seriously anymore.

Most people have long since abandoned those outdated customs and traditions.

It was just dawn that day.

The entire Qingshan Village began to bustle with activity.

The villagers got up early, and an unusual atmosphere permeated the village.

Soon after, the crackling sound of firecrackers began to ignite.

The air was soon filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

A series of firecrackers, like thunder, signaled the start of the wedding.

Fragments of red paper fluttered in the air.

Red paper fluttered in the wind and landed at the dilapidated doorway of the Shen family's house.

It also landed in the crowd of onlookers, and people's shoulders were covered with tiny red paper scraps.

The villagers, men and women, old and young, all held wrapped-up gifts in their hands and wore smiles on their faces.

However, everyone had different thoughts and their own agendas.

Someone whispered among themselves, "Wow, it's only been a short time. The Shen family just celebrated the eldest son's wedding a while ago, and now the second son is already arranging his own! This family really knows how to make money and is willing to spend lavishly on weddings."

Another person chimed in, "Isn't that right? The money we give as gifts flows out like water, while they reap huge profits without spending a single penny."

"Sigh, there's not much we can do about it. Who can refuse to give a gift? Think about it, who dares to offend the village chief? The person he's marrying is the village chief's daughter; who would dare not give him face?"

Before he finished speaking, a few dry laughs and hushed whispers arose from the crowd.