Chapter 99 Sending the Wedding Quilt, Don't Be Afraid, You Can Do It Too...

Chapter 99

It wasn't Song Fenfang's voice on the other end, but Du Xiaojuan's. Her voice came through, "Aunt Song, it's me."

"I am Du Xiaojuan."

Upon hearing her voice, Grandma Song immediately felt disappointed. "Xiao Juan, can you get in touch with our Fenfang?"

Du Xiaojuan was somewhat embarrassed, "Professor Song is currently in the desert, and no one can contact him."

"I only came to reply to you as soon as I received a call from the communications room. Is that alright? I will try my best to contact Professor Song and let her know about this."

"However, do you know when Comrade Meng got married?"

Grandma Song said, "Three days later."

"At noon on October 18th at the state-run restaurant."

Upon hearing this, Du Xiaojuan agreed, "Don't worry, Aunt Song, I'll let her know as soon as I get in touch with Professor Song."

After thanking her, Grandma Song hung up the phone and glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall.

There are still three days left.

Can Fenfang really come back?

At this moment, Old Mrs. Song became uncertain, but she hoped that Fenfang could come back. As a mother, she had missed Yingying's past.

Now that Yingying is getting married, she thinks that Fenfang should definitely come back no matter what.

Even if they don't recognize each other when they meet, at least as a mother, she can watch her daughter get married.

This is something she should do.

*

The He family.

After struggling with the decision for several days, Liu Qiufeng ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it. She already felt guilty towards her youngest son, Qi Donghan, and if she hadn't known, it wouldn't have mattered.

Now that we know, we can't just ignore it.

Liu Qiufeng didn't have much money. She hadn't worked since she married into the He family.

Fortunately, He Lao Er was considerate and knew that he would hand over his monthly salary to the public school for food expenses.

Most of the money ended up in her hands.

However, Liu Qiufeng didn't actually save much. She was a woman who loved to look good, and she was three years older than He Lao Er and had two children.

If she doesn't take good care of herself, He Lao Er might dislike her for being a haggard old woman.

So she spent a portion of her money on her face and clothes.

The remaining money needs to be divided into three parts.

The eldest son, He Dongqing, wasn't born into the He family; he married into the family along with her. His position was already awkward, and he often needed money, so she had to set aside some for him.

To prevent him from being looked down upon by the other children in the He family when he goes out and spends money.

Besides He Dongqing, she also gave birth to twins after marrying into the He family, and these twins were the foundation she relied on to gain a foothold in the He family.

The two children are fifteen years old this year.

This half-grown boy is going to bankrupt his father; he not only loves spending money, but he also loves dressing up.

After calculating it all, Liu Qiufeng frowned and counted the money again and again. In the end, Qi Donghan would only get two hundred yuan.

That's really too little.

Liu Qiufeng knew she couldn't present it well, so she went to her dressing table, picked and chose from the drawers, and finally picked out a women's plum blossom watch.

Although I was reluctant, I gritted my teeth and took it out.

She wrapped the two hundred yuan together in a handkerchief.

She didn't dare to give it to her eldest son, He Dongqing, because she knew that Zi Ri's personality was somewhat narrow-minded. If he knew that she had secretly taken money for Dong Han's wedding, she would be in trouble.

It's likely to cause a huge uproar.

So, after changing into her coat and putting on her hat, Liu Qiufeng quietly went out. When she arrived at the state-run restaurant, Liu Qiusheng was still working in the kitchen, surrounded by smoke and fire.

To be honest, the food in state-run restaurants didn't smell good. It was a bit like spoiled food, and a bit like the smell of dishwater from the stove, mixed with the smell of the food.

This made Liu Qiufeng very uncomfortable, so she simply stopped waiting inside and waited at the door in the cold wind.

This wait lasted for twenty minutes.

Normally, Liu Qiufeng was like a rose grown in a greenhouse by the He family; she had never experienced such a bitterly cold time, waiting outside.

After a short while, she couldn't stand the cold anymore and kept rubbing her hands together, breathing on them to warm them.

Even so, I didn't feel that the cold had lessened at all.

Looking at the howling north wind outside, Liu Qiufeng suddenly remembered how her youngest son, whom she had abandoned seventeen years ago, had survived in the freezing winter of Harbin.

Some things that she had deliberately ignored suddenly became magnified at this moment.

Before Liu Qiufeng could think it through, Liu Qiusheng, who had just finished cooking three dishes in the kitchen and could rest for a while, came out with her.

As soon as I came out, I saw that my older sister's face was pale from the cold, so much so that the bluish-purple veins at the corners of her eyes were particularly noticeable.

Liu Qiusheng felt a pang of sympathy, but then hardened his heart. "You can't even stand the cold? I saw you still wearing a cotton-padded coat. Back then, Xiao Han was only seven years old, and he went to the He family for help wearing only a single layer of clothing. I didn't see you soften your heart then."

When the incident was brought up, Liu Qiufeng looked embarrassed, and as soon as she spoke, a cloud of white mist came out. "Qiusheng, you said that when I was pregnant with twins, before the pregnancy was stable, Xiaohan was so small, yet so vicious, trying to get rid of the children in my belly."

"How can I possibly have any feelings for him under these circumstances?"

What happened back then is a complete mess.

Even now, when Liu Qiusheng hears her bring it up again, he still reflexively denies it, saying, "Xiao Han is simple-minded and kind-hearted; he would never do such a thing."

Liu Qiufeng did not speak.

Dongqing saw it with his own eyes. If he hadn't been supporting her from behind, she probably would have miscarried the twins in her belly.

If she really loses that child, she'll probably become a widow with a child, homeless and destitute.

She couldn't endure hardship, had no skills, and couldn't support her child.

Therefore, at that time, Liu Qiufeng regarded the twins in her belly as her treasures that would allow her to gain a foothold in the He family.

"Forget it, brother, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

Liu Qiufeng was freezing, but Liu Qiusheng showed no intention of inviting her to the state-run restaurant to warm up.

He always wondered if Xiao Han would have suffered so much if Liu Qiufeng had treated everyone equally back then.

You've suffered so much?

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".

"If you have something to say, just stand here and say it."

Liu Qiusheng's words were somewhat cold. Liu Qiufeng couldn't stand the cold and shivered as she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and stuffed it all into Liu Qiusheng's hand.

"This is all I can do. Remember to give the things to Xiao Han."

Liu Qiusheng opened it and looked inside. There were only a couple hundred yuan inside, plus an old Plum Blossom brand watch.

He got angry when he saw the little stuff, and immediately stuffed the handkerchief, money, and watch back into the box. "Liu Qiufeng, are you trying to give this to a beggar?"

"Why don't you take a look at what you're wearing? A mink coat and a cashmere overcoat, those clothes probably cost over a hundred yuan, right?"

Although the He family's financial situation is not as good as it used to be, they still have the wealth they once had.

Therefore, the He family, from top to bottom, did not suffer much hardship, even Liu Qiufeng, who remarried into the family.

Liu Qiufeng tightened her clothes. "Anyway, this is all I have. Just give it to him."

"It can be considered as fulfilling a predestined bond between my son and me."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Liu Qiusheng's expression, and turned to leave into the cold wind.

Liu Qiusheng held the handkerchief, unsure whether to throw it away or keep it. Finally, he spat at Liu Qiufeng's departing figure, "Pah!"

Even if they were biological siblings, he would be embarrassed to say that Liu Qiufeng did a very good job.

Liu Qiusheng was in a dilemma holding the money. He stood there for a while before counting it and finding it to be exactly two hundred yuan.

For an ordinary family, two hundred yuan is indeed a lot of money, but for Liu Qiufeng, it is really not much.

Liu Qiusheng held the money like it was a hot potato. He raised his hand and slapped himself in the face. "Serves you right for being so shameless. You should have just kept quiet. It would have been better than this."

He's a cook who supports three children, two parents, and a wife. Over the years, he's managed to save up four hundred pennies.

However, Liu Qiufeng only took two hundred yuan. To be honest, she never really cared about Qi Donghan as her son from the beginning.

Liu Qiusheng was in a dilemma, not knowing how to tell his nephew. He squatted in the cold wind, smoking, feeling depressed.

Qi Donghan arrived at this time because he had decided to hold a banquet at the state-run restaurant again. So, Qi Donghan braved the cold wind and took advantage of the half-hour break in the afternoon to come to the state-run restaurant to tell his uncle.

From a distance, Qi Donghan spotted Liu Qiusheng squatting at the entrance of the state-run restaurant, smoking and enjoying the cold wind. He strode over and pulled him up, asking, "Uncle, what happened?"

Liu Qiusheng hadn't expected Qi Donghan to arrive at this time, and he didn't have time to hide his emotions.

"Xiao Han, your uncle has done something wrong."

It was cold outside, and Liu Qiusheng had been squatting in the cold wind for a long time. Qi Donghan held his hand, which was frozen solid.

"Go inside and talk about whatever it is." A gust of cold wind swept in.

Qi Donghan pulled Liu Qiusheng into the state-run restaurant. Only then did Liu Qiusheng slap himself in front of Qi Donghan. "You wouldn't let me go to your mother. I'm such a jerk. I think your marriage is a big deal, and your mother should at least have to pay for it. After all, she hasn't cared about you all these years."

"So I went to find one."

Liu Qiusheng handed the handkerchief in his hand to Qi Donghan, "Look, this is all she gave, two hundred yuan in cash plus a watch."

Qi Donghan looked at the handkerchief, the money, and the watch.

His eyes were unfathomable, and after a long while he said, "Since she gave it to you, you should keep it."

Liu Qiusheng looked up in astonishment, his face turning slightly purple from the cold. "You want it?"

He thought Qi Donghan would be like him and would look down on the two hundred yuan.

Qi Donghan smirked, "Of course I want it, why wouldn't I?"

"Free money is free money, why not take it?"

His words made Liu Qiusheng even more frightened. "Xiao Han."

Qi Donghan shook his head, "I'm fine, Uncle, what I said is true."

“A person can’t live a life of constant conflict. She gave us the money, so we can just keep it.” He had calmed down considerably by this point. “I came here to talk to you about the banquet we’re having on the 18th.”

Liu Qiusheng immediately realized what he meant, "Should we do it at the state-run restaurant?"

"right."

Qi Donghan lowered his eyes. "Uncle Chen said she would help issue the tickets. Since she brought the money, consider it a deposit paid to the state-run restaurant. If the cost of the banquet is not enough, I will make up the difference."

Liu Qiusheng subconsciously said, "That's enough, two hundred yuan is enough to host seven or eight tables at a state-run restaurant."

At this point, his tone softened, becoming less hesitant and even a little cheerful. "You know what, the money your mom sent was just in time."

To be honest, it would be a bit hard for them to pay for their own banquet at a state-run restaurant.

But he didn't feel bad at all about spending the money Liu Qiufeng gave him.

It's good that I don't have to handle this money anymore; it's uncomfortable whether I accept it or not.

It's good that the money has been spent.

Qi Donghan nodded, "I'll ask you to help me with the banquet arrangements, Uncle."

How many tables are there?

Qi Donghan thought for a moment, "I have at least three tables here, and Yingying should have one or two tables. You can prepare five tables for now."

Liu Qiusheng immediately perked up, "Alright, alright, leave these to me, your uncle will make sure you have a respectable banquet."

Qi Donghan thanked him and left without taking anything with him. He was always like this; no matter when he came to the state-run restaurant, he would always bring Meng Yingying some food.

Knowing what he was thinking, Liu Qiusheng immediately went to the kitchen to look for food, but because Qi Donghan had arrived late, there wasn't much left to eat.

Liu Qiusheng poured the leftover cold rice from lunch into the pot. The rice grains were coated with oil and immediately separated, each one glistening. He crushed the rice back and forth with a large iron spoon, making a slight crackling sound. The rice absorbed the oil and then the aroma of egg.

At the end, sprinkle in the chopped pickled mustard greens. The salty and savory flavor is immediately released by the steam. Reduce the heat in the pot and start slowly roasting the rice grains over low heat.

Before long, the cooked lard and egg fried rice was perfectly separated, golden in color, and the eggs were fried until they were oily, moist, and slightly burnt.

After cooking, Chef Liu put the food in an enamel mug, wrapped it in a cotton cloth cover, and then handed it to Qi Donghan, saying, "Take this back to Comrade Meng."

Qi Donghan thanked him and put a dollar on the plate, but Liu Qiusheng refused it. Qi Donghan then turned and left decisively.

For Meng Yingying, nothing was more delicious than having a late-night snack when she practiced until 10 p.m.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with it except being afraid of gaining weight.

As she ate, she exclaimed, "Chef Liu's cooking is really delicious!"

The rice grains are fried until crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and the oil slides down your teeth to the tip of your tongue. The umami, saltiness and aroma explode layer by layer, making even an empty stomach feel more satisfied.

Seeing that she liked it, Qi Donghan said gently, "I can make it too."

He worked in state-run restaurants for many years, so much so that he learned most of his uncle's cooking skills.

"Once we move into our new home, I can cook for you every day."

It was said so gently and movingly.

Even before moving in, Meng Yingying was already looking forward to it.

*

Upon receiving the news, Uncle Meng began packing his bags, intending to go to Harbin to attend Meng Yingying's wedding banquet.

Once he leaves, the house will need someone to look after it, and he doesn't trust anyone else.

He then called Meng Dunzi over.

To be honest, inviting Meng Dunzi in to see the house was a decision that Uncle Meng San had thought about for a long time before making it.

Ever since his elder brother went in, he looked at Meng Dunzi with a cold eye and felt that this boy was more honest than his elder brother and also more honest than Meng Yuzhu.

She was able to take care of her adoptive mother and her three younger sisters.

Moreover, even without their eldest brother as the pillar of the family, they continued to live their lives in an orderly manner without any major mishaps.

They didn't let Aunt Meng and her three younger sisters go hungry.

To be honest, based on this alone, Uncle Meng thought Meng Dunzi was a reliable person.

"Take good care of the house for me while I'm gone for ten days."

"Dunzi, in this huge Mengjiatun, your third uncle only trusts you."

These words carried considerable weight, making Meng Dunzi feel a heavy burden on his shoulders. He nodded, "Third Uncle, don't worry, I will take care of the family."

At this point, he added, "I won't be living here. I'll just come and check on things morning and evening, and make sure no outsiders come in and vandalize anything."

Uncle Meng nodded, "That won't happen."

"Yingying has now established herself in the cultural troupe and married the troupe leader. I don't think anyone in the entire Mengjiatun would be so foolish as to offend her at this time."

Previously, Meng Yingying was an orphan with nothing, and everyone could bully her.

The Meng Yingying of today is not the same.

She had a government job, a secure livelihood, and even married a regimental commander after moving to the city.

Neither she nor her lover are easy to mess with.

Meng Dunzi hadn't expected this. He paused for a moment, then murmured, "That's true. Yingying is successful now and doesn't need our protection anymore."

She was no longer the pitiful girl he had to sneak out in the dark of night to warn her to leave Mengjiatun.

Thinking about this, he felt he couldn't bring himself to give away the things he had in his hands.

Uncle Meng, however, didn't have as many concerns as him. "Give it to me."

"Yingying is a sentimental person. She will be very happy to know that you care about her."

Meng Dunzi was a little embarrassed. "Third Uncle, there are just some white chili peppers and dried small fish in here. I don't know if she will mind."

"Won't."

Uncle Meng's answer was decisive.

"When people are away from home, they crave the food from their hometown. They will only be grateful to you and will never look down on you."

With these words, Meng Dunzi felt relieved. He went back, gritted his teeth, and put the half piece of smoked cured meat hanging on the beam inside.

These are all local delicacies; it's so hard to find them outside of my hometown.

Uncle Meng didn't come empty-handed either. He made a jar of chili oil and went to a fellow villager's house to ask for two jin of dried rice noodles.

This kind of rice noodle is something that people in western Hunan have been eating since childhood. After the dried rice noodles are soaked, some tender green vegetables are added, along with a spoonful of chili oil.

Slurping a mouthful of noodles makes me feel bubbly with happiness.

After arranging everything at home, Uncle Meng went up the mountain to light a cigarette for Meng Baichuan and chatted for a while. "Second Brother, Yingying is getting married."

"Her lover asked me to go to Harbin to be stationed with the team so that I could attend their wedding."

“I know they really want to call for you, but now that you’re gone, I’m the one who has to go.”

"Second brother, I owe it all to you that I've been able to leave Mengjiatun and see the world in this lifetime."

His voice choked with emotion as he said this, "If only you were still here?"

"This time, you will be the one to personally witness Yingying's wedding."

"You don't know this, do you?" Uncle Meng lowered his head and wiped away his tears. "The boy Yingying married this time is the same man who carried your coffin last time."

"Isn't it a coincidence? That child carried your coffin and now he's your son-in-law."

"Wait here, I'll go see if that child is treating Yingying well. If he is, I'll bring him back to you so I can kowtow to him, light a cigarette, and chat with you."

The small grave mound was quiet and still, with only the grass growing on it barely visible. Meng Baichuan had been sleeping here for a long time.

Uncle Meng felt sad. After speaking, he pulled some grass from the grave, then put his hands behind his back and left with a desolate figure.

The news that Uncle Meng was going to a big city to attend Meng Yingying's wedding spread like wildfire.

The news spread like wildfire throughout Mengjiatun.

Many people echoed this sentiment.

"Who would have thought that Meng Yingying would be so successful now? Not only has she been able to settle down in a big city, but she's also gotten married there. I heard that her husband is the regimental commander of the garrison, a very high-ranking official."

"She brought prosperity to everyone, even the scoundrel Meng Laosan, who was also able to benefit from her influence and leave Mengjiatun and Xiangshi to see the world."

"From this perspective, Meng Laosan has really made a fortune."

"The good fortune that Meng Baichuan didn't get to enjoy, he, Meng Laosan, got to enjoy."

To be honest, Meng Yingying hadn't come back before, but Yueyue still sent her salary to Mengjiatun. Who wouldn't be envious of that?

Everyone was envious and wished they had lent a helping hand when Meng Yingying was in trouble.

In that case, whether it's Zhao Yueru or Uncle Meng enjoying it, they can also get a share, right?

Unfortunately, no.

They didn't lend a hand back then, and now they can only watch.

I could only stare enviously.

Just as Uncle Meng San got on the tractor and left, Meng Yuzhu returned after earning his work points. The people next to him joked, "Yuzhu, if you had treated Yingying better back then, you might have been the one going to the city for her wedding this time."

"Then you'll be able to take a train and visit the big cities."

Meng Yuzhu looked rather grim. He carried a hoe on his back and left without saying a word.

I saw his back.

The other villagers couldn't help but shake their heads, "Originally, the Meng family's eldest son could have gotten a share of this good fortune too."

"If Boss Meng had done his best to help Meng Yingying bury Meng Baichuan properly back then, Meng Yingying would have remembered his kindness even if he had done just a little bit."

But he didn't.

Not only did he not have any, he also wanted to seize the house behind Meng Yingying and the money Meng Baichuan left her. That wasn't all; he also wanted to scheme against Meng Yingying herself.

They really ate everyone's money, both inside and out, which is why we have this outcome today.

This was Uncle Meng's first time taking a train. Qi Donghan had asked someone to buy the ticket for him. He was on the train for three whole days.

At 9:00 AM on October 17th, Uncle Meng finally arrived in Harbin from Xiang City.

Uncle Meng was a native of Xiangshi. He never expected that it would be so cold in Harbin. It was only mid-October, and people in Xiangshi were still wearing short sleeves or light jackets.

Even below zero degrees Celsius.

The thin jacket he was wearing was really not very warm, but luckily he had a lot of body fat and wasn't that afraid of the cold, so he was able to keep up.

Meng Yingying and Qi Donghan were waiting for him at the station entrance. When they saw Uncle Meng come out, Meng Yingying immediately waved and called out, "Uncle, Uncle, I'm over here."

Uncle Meng then saw Meng Yingying. From a distance, he saw that Meng Yingying was wearing a coat. She was standing in the sunlight, and her small face was gilded with a layer of gold. She looked a little thinner.

His bright eyes and clear, clean smile exuded composure and confidence.

After just one meeting, Uncle Meng knew that Yingying was doing well in Harbin.

People who are unhappy often have a troubled expression and a sense of melancholy, but Meng Yingying had none of these qualities.

This made Uncle Meng smile with satisfaction, "Yingying."

Meng Yingying was also looking at Uncle Meng. Uncle Meng had a chubby face and was wearing the most respectable work clothes jacket, but he was carrying a bulging snakeskin bag on his back.

The bag was packed full, and it was tightly sealed, so it looked like it contained quite a lot of things.

Meng Yingying stepped forward to take it. She couldn't carry the offering, so she looked at Qi Donghan. Qi Donghan naturally took it and said to Uncle Meng, "Uncle, you've had a hard journey."

Uncle Meng shook his head, looking at Qi Donghan with a sense of disbelief. "When we went up the mountain back then, wasn't it you?"

He remembered that afterwards, he gave Qi Donghan a cigarette, even though the cigarette had been soaked by the rain.

But that cigarette was the only thing he could be grateful for from Qi Donghan.

Qi Donghan nodded, "Third Uncle, it's me."

Listen to how they've changed how they address each other.

Uncle Meng smiled, and Meng Yingying led the way, "Uncle, was your journey smooth?"

Seeing her relatives in Harbin evoked a unique sense of warmth for Meng Yingying.

"Fortunately, it was only a three-day journey. I took a nap and then another nap and I arrived."

Meng Yingying smiled, pursing her lips, "You'll get used to it."

It seemed that this time, Uncle Meng was not as sharp-tongued as before, but rather a bit reserved, which made Meng Yingying feel uncomfortable.

She took the initiative to start a conversation, and after chatting for a while, Uncle Meng relaxed and began to talk to Meng Yingying in a rambling manner.

We arrived at the family compound.

Meng Yingying originally intended for her third uncle to stay in their newly allocated house, but Zhao Yueru intercepted her halfway, saying, "You haven't even gotten a complete set of bedding for your new house, what are you going to do with it?"

"Third Uncle, you can stay at my house tonight."

Zhao Yueru was a very outgoing person. Moreover, when Meng Yingying was not around, she treated Uncle Meng as family. So, with her big belly, she took Uncle Meng's arm and said, "Don't be biased. Come here and only look at Yingying and not me."

"Then I'll be angry."

Zhao Yueru was always like this; she could understand Meng Yingying's predicament and solve problems for her.

The new house that Meng Yingying was allocated is considered her marital home, because she has been cleaning and preparing pots and pans for the past few days.

So even they didn't move in.

Under these circumstances, it would indeed be inappropriate to let Uncle San move in before them.

Uncle Meng was distracted by Zhao Yueru and actually forgot all about it. With a smile on his Buddha-like face, he said, "I haven't forgotten you."

“I brought you and Yingying some white chili peppers, dried anchovies, and dried rice noodles.”

"I guarantee that you can enjoy authentic local specialties from your hometown even in Harbin."

Sure enough, as soon as he said that, Zhao Yueru really got hungry. She swallowed and said, "Then I want to eat stir-fried dried anchovies with white chili peppers."

"I'm having a bowl of rice noodles, slurping them up and eating white chili peppers."

Just thinking about it makes her feel like her life is perfect.

"Come to my house for lunch, everyone!"

Zhao Yueru even invited Meng Yingying and Qi Donghan over, saying, "Don't cook. We'll have a proper home-cooked meal at my house for lunch."

Meng Yingying did not speak.

Zhao Yueru stepped forward and hugged her, "Go and take your third uncle to your house to see him. Come over after you've seen him."

"Yingying, you don't need to overthink it. Your family hasn't even started cooking yet, and you haven't officially moved in. Isn't it perfectly normal for you to come to my house for dinner?"

Meng Yingying truly felt that making Zhao Yueru as a friend was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her in her life.

At noon, Zhou Jingsong cooked, with Meng Yingying assisting. They made stir-fried dried small fish with white chili peppers, stir-fried cured pork with white chili peppers, thin rice noodles with chili oil, and stir-fried cabbage.

Both Meng Yingying and Zhao Yueru were completely full after eating just these few dishes.

"The food from my hometown is still the best."

That spiciness goes straight to the soul; for those who love spicy food, there is no happiness without chili peppers.

Meng Yingying nodded as well. Because her Uncle Meng had come from afar, she had specially asked the art troupe for leave.

Not only on the 17th, but also on the 18th, when we're having a banquet, I need to ask for leave.

This is an absolute luxury for someone who practices dance every day.

In the afternoon, Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu also came over with the cut-out "double happiness" characters to help prepare the wedding room.

The door, the windows, the cabinets—everything was covered with the character for "happiness."

The bedding hasn't arrived yet.

Cotton is scarce in Harbin during winter, and it's also difficult to buy outside. First, cotton coupons are required; second, cotton is in short supply; and third, cotton is extremely expensive in winter.

Zhao Yueru looked around but couldn't find anything suitable, so she finally turned her attention to the garrison. The garrison provided single-person blankets, and they were all thin blankets weighing six pounds.

But at this point, there's no choice at all.

Meng Yingying was quite decisive, "We won't buy the wedding quilt from outside; we'll get the bedding from the garrison."

Zhao Yue subconsciously said, "The bedding is too small. You can't have the same bedding as us on your wedding night."

Since she came to the team, she has been sleeping with Zhou Jingsong in separate blankets.

The six-pound quilt was designed to keep warm in Harbin's winter, so the quilt cover was narrow and elastic, making it too small for two people to cover themselves.

Meng Yingying said, "Then let's each have our own bed and sleep like this for now."

But they all knew that newlyweds never slept with separate blankets.

Zhao Yueru was unwilling to give up. "I'll go to the department store again this afternoon to ask. If that doesn't work, I'll go ask my sisters-in-law if we can make the two quilts into one ourselves."

The quilts were all prepared by the bride's family.

As Meng Yingying's family member, Zhao Yueru was determined to provide her with two wedding quilts.

Otherwise, if everyone came to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber on the wedding day and saw the empty bed, they would probably laugh at Meng Yingying for not having any family members on her side.

Meng Yingying lowered her eyes, her fine eyelashes casting a shadow on her eyelids. She quickly made a decision, "There's no need to go through all that trouble, Yue Ru. It's already the 17th, and tomorrow will be the 18th. We might not have enough time."

"That's fine then."

The decision was final.

It is common knowledge that she has no family on her mother's side; her father is gone, and her mother is not here.

The only exception was his third uncle, who was also a complete novice, let alone able to procure cotton, a scarce commodity.

It's normal that everyone here is getting married for the first time and doesn't have any elders to help or worry about things, so they don't understand these things.

However, just as Meng Yingying and the others were preparing to deal with the past in this way...

There were four people in total: Commander Fang, Yang Jie, Coach Zhao, and Director He.

Everyone carried two red and green embroidered mandarin duck wedding quilts, which were specially delivered to Meng Yingying and Qi Donghan's bridal chamber.

Moreover, the wedding quilts were large, measuring 1.8 meters long and 2 meters wide, with cotton quilts weighing a full 10 kilograms each, and there were two of them.

Two beds weighing eight jin each, two beds weighing six jin each, and two beds weighing four jin each.

There were exactly two beds, making a total of eight.

It also covers all the quilts Meng Yingying used throughout her life, from her youth to her old age.

To be honest, when these thick cotton quilts arrived, everyone present was quite taken aback.

That's a bit too extravagant.

So much so that many of the women living near the family compound came over to see what was going on.

Everyone was initially curious why Meng Yingying hadn't asked anyone to sew a wedding quilt for her marriage to Commander Qi.

So that's where it was all.

Looking at the long line, with everyone carrying a bright red wedding quilt, Meng Yingying felt a lump in her throat.

Commander Fang and the others smiled at Meng Yingying.

He Chang was the first to speak, "Yingying, Aunt He wishes you a happy marriage."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Commander Fang and Coach Zhao echoed, "Happy wedding, Yingying."

Meng Yingying was speechless.

He Chang comforted her, saying, "Don't cry on such a joyous day." After saying this, he pushed Yang Jie to walk at the front, saying, "Once a teacher, always a teacher."

She is the most suitable person to represent the family in delivering the wedding quilt.

Yang Jie was a little reserved and awkwardly carried the two cotton quilts. She walked up to Meng Yingying and looked at her apprentice's red eyes.

She paused, then said gently, "Yingying, I've come on behalf of your family to deliver the wedding quilt."

"Don't be afraid, you will have what others have too."

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The author says: Our Yingying has met many wonderful people.