Chapter 22 The Laziest Man in the Countryside

Ji Huaizhi took Li Zhenzhu to buy a ready-made dress.

It was a red Lenin suit, double-breasted. This style might be a bit outdated in the provincial capital, but it was quite novel in this town.

Li Zhenzhu looked at Ji Huaizhi shyly as she put on the clothes: "How is it?"

The red dress made her cheeks look rosy.

"It looks good." Ji Huaizhi looked at the staff member next to him: "Comrade, please wrap up this dress for me."

He was already getting ready to take out the money.

“I’ll get this dress myself; I brought money with me.” Li Zhenzhu knew he had spent a lot of money recently.

"Do I need you to pay me to come out with me? You're showing disrespect to your man!"

The saleswoman couldn't help but laugh when she heard what the two of them were saying. She said to Li Zhenzhu, "Your man is so good to you. Quite a few people have tried on this dress."

"But he was the first and most decisive one to buy it for his wife."

"If a man treats you well and buys you clothes, just accept them."

Li Zhenzhu was a little embarrassed: "I'm not his wife yet."

The saleswoman folded the clothes and smiled, "They're all wearing red now, so it'll probably be soon."

Ji Huaizhi accepted the items: "Thank you, comrade."

The two went to a photo studio. Ji Huaizhi was wearing a Zhongshan suit, which he had borrowed. He planned to wear it not only for the photo shoot but also when preparing for their wedding.

He did want to buy a white shirt, because only wearing that would bring out his handsomeness, but Wang Xiuju wouldn't allow it, saying that he could only buy clothes after the famine was over.

"Look here, click."

A flash of light appeared, and Ji Huaizhi was surprised that it happened so quickly: "Let's take another one."

"Alright, you two comrades, you can move a little closer."

The last photo wasn't as solemn as the previous one; the two of them had a total of four photos developed.

Li Zhenzhu sent one to her uncle, one to her parents, and two different ones for them to keep.

He Xianglan looked at her daughter in the photo, her eyes welling up with tears: "Our daughter has grown into a young lady, look how beautiful she is."

Li Decai nodded: "Yes, exactly the same as you were when you were young."

"It's a pity I couldn't see her off on her wedding." This will be Li Decai's lifelong regret.

Thinking that tomorrow was her daughter's wedding day, He Xianglan carefully put the photo away and hid it well: "Tomorrow we'll go see it secretly, and if anyone sees it and asks, we'll say we're going to congratulate the village secretary."

The jar still contained the wild duck eggs that Ji Huaizhi had given them before, and the two of them planned to send those over.

There's nothing we can do; they don't have anything good here.

Only the grain sent by Ji Huaizhi was relatively valuable.

But to their surprise, the next morning, just as the two of them were dressed, someone knocked on the door.

"Uncle Cripple, Aunt He, I've come on behalf of Huaizhi to invite you to our wedding." It was Ji Laoda who spoke.

The two exchanged a glance, and Li Decai rubbed his hands together as he stepped forward: "Why did you come all the way to pick us up? We were actually planning to join in the fun, but we're glad you don't mind."

"Uncle, what are you saying?" Boss Ji asked, sounding confused.

"Didn't Huaizhi become your disciple? In our culture, a master is like a father. If he dislikes you, you can break Huaizhi's legs."

After saying it, Boss Ji realized his words were inappropriate, spat out a curse, and laughed awkwardly.

"Master?" Li Decai was stunned.

Does Ji Huaizhi want them to attend the wedding in the name of their master and mistress?

"Yes! They're going to pick up the bride soon. Hurry up, after he and his wife pay respects to their parents, they'll have to pay respects to you too."

Ji Laoda was puzzled as to why the cripple Uncle didn't know.

Didn't Huaizhi tell him?

Li Decai grabbed He Xianglan's hand: "Okay... let's go, we'll go right now."

He Xianglan was also very happy, as she was able to see her daughter and son-in-law get married.

"Wait, I need to get something." He Xianglan turned and went back into the house, remembering something.

Li Decai asked anxiously, "What's more important than the children getting married?"

He Xianglan took out the two red envelopes she had prepared, which they intended to give to Pearl and Huaizhi later.

Now they can give it to them openly and honestly.

"You don't know anything, just go." He Xianglan left without waiting for Li Decai.

I hurriedly walked ahead, wanting to see if anyone needed help.

Ji Laoda and Li Decai walked behind, and because they were in a hurry, Ji Laoda's limp was quite obvious.

He Xianglan walked for a while before remembering Li Decai, and waited for them for a while before walking together.

When the Ji family held an event, almost everyone in the village came.

Wang Xiuju was busy all the time, but she didn't forget to greet people. Her smile never faded, and her three daughters-in-law helped her.

When they got up and saw Li the Cripple and his wife coming, they went forward to greet them. Everyone in the village knew that Li the Cripple was capable, and although his status was not right, he was now his son's mentor.

We must treat them well, no matter what.

For Wang Xiuju, anyone who could teach her son skills was a benefactor to the family.

Li the Cripple and his wife were dressed neatly, although their gray clothes were covered with patches, it was clear that the couple had taken the time to clean them up.

"Oh, you've finally arrived! I was just saying you hadn't come yet. Could it be that my eldest son, Qingshan, hasn't picked you up?" Wang Xiuju said, holding He Xianglan's hand.

"We received it; we were delayed on the way." He Xianglan was flattered.

She used to be very sociable, but now she's timid and speaks very cautiously.

While others were working, their eyes were on them.

Although they were puzzled, everyone helped the Ji family make arrangements. Today was a good day, and no one wanted to cause trouble. Even those who had grudges would put aside their differences on someone else's happy occasion.

Ji Hong also stepped forward to greet Li Decai.

Take him aside to talk; the villagers are better at chatting than anyone else.

Although no one knew why the people from the cowshed had come, everyone was smiling and greeting them.

Even with his lame leg, Li Decai could still speak with everyone.

Soon, children were shouting, "The bride is here!"

"The groom has arrived!"

Ji Huaizhi was wearing a Zhongshan suit and riding a bicycle, with a big red flower on his chest. He had cut his hair for his wedding and looked very energetic.

Everyone praised Wang Xiuju for giving birth to Ji Huaizhi so well.

What a handsome young man he is!

Li Zhenzhu, dressed in a bright red Lenin suit, sat in the back seat. He Yingying had styled her hair in a fancy way and even used water to wipe away any stray hairs.

Her face was smeared with red dye, and she even had lip rouge on her lips.

When Ji Huaizhi saw her face painted bright red like a monkey's bottom, he couldn't help but laugh.

Although she quickly half-clenched her fist to block it, Li Zhenzhu still saw it.

Her already red cheeks looked even redder.

"Wow, they're such a perfect match!"

"Yes, they're a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman."