Having watched enough of the excitement, Su Qingluan retracted her head which had been slightly sticking out - after all, it was really inappropriate to let others find out that she had been here watching the workers make fun of her.
However, Su Qingluan had a hunch that even if she wanted to pretend that she didn't see this matter, she didn't know that according to Mrs. Zheng's character of not giving up until she got the upper hand and being cunning even when she was wronged, even if others had already turned the matter over and settled it peacefully, she would still feel that she had "suffered a great loss" this time, so she would definitely not let it go.
However, Su Qingluan was busy with other things at the moment. She suppressed her gossipy thoughts and wrote furiously for a long, long time.
She finished writing six or seven pages, her wrists aching and her back and neck becoming stiff, before she put down the last stroke.
Therefore, after concentrating on maintaining a posture for a long time, Su Qingluan suddenly came to her senses and found that her whole body had become stiff, and even her legs began to feel numb.
I looked up at the sun outside and it was already noon.
"So much time has passed without me noticing?" Su Qingluan muttered in surprise, carefully stretched her stiff body, and planned to go downstairs to the door to get some fresh air.
Su Qingluan stood up and carefully hammered her numb thigh, then stomped her feet. She locked her door and went to the corridor on the second floor of the shop.
After smiling and nodding to the person in charge of sweeping the floor passing by, Su Qingluan came to a position near the main entrance and looked at the busy pedestrians outside and the occasional passing by of horse-drawn and donkey-drawn carts.
In fact, in addition to horse-drawn carriages, donkey-drawn carriages, and mule-drawn carriages, there are also sheep-drawn carriages in rare cases.
However, these common sheep are not particularly large. They are usually smaller than livestock such as cows, horses, and donkeys. Considering that mutton is one of the main sources of meat in this era, Su Qingluan couldn't help but feel a little emotional. These sheep are used as coolies when they are alive, and they will be eaten by humans after they die. It's really... delicious!
Thinking of this, tears almost flowed from her mouth. Su Qingluan couldn't help but wonder whether she should get some mutton to eat in the evening.
At this moment, the originally busy but relatively calm crowd became noisy, looking at each other to the side, and then pulling each other, "Hey, let's make way."
"Oh, that's right. It's a big day, let's give them some convenience."
"That's right, we don't mind if it's a little longer or a little shorter."
The pedestrians were talking carefully while slowly making way to both sides of the road, and almost at the same time, Su Qingluan heard the faint sounds of suona and gongs and drums coming from far away.
There's a saying that goes, "When the suona sounds, life and death are in doubt." While this is a joke, it also illustrates the penetrating nature of the suona's sound. In comparison, percussion instruments like gongs and drums are far inferior.
At first, Su Qingluan couldn't tell whether the suona sound was playing happy music or funeral music - after all, to her, "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" was also quite festive. But the first time she asked "What's the name of this festive song?", she almost got beaten for the only time.
Later she learned that the piece was played at a happy funeral when a long-lived family member passed away. Although it was called a "happy funeral," it wasn't a true happy event, so the word "festive" wasn't quite right.
However, after such a long time since she traveled through time, Su Qingluan had seen dozens of various wedding or funeral processions in the village or county town, and she could now more or less tell what kind of procession it was.
Even if the procession wasn't even in sight, the sight of people on either side craning their necks to look and discussing something told them it was a wedding procession. On the other hand, if it was a funeral procession, while everyone would still give way out of courtesy, some sensitive minds would mutter curses of "what bad luck" or even quickly turn their heads away, either side of the city walls or the vendors, pretending not to see it.
Sure enough, after about an incense stick of time, the suona sound became closer and closer, and Su Qingluan saw a dazzling red slowly moving towards her door.
The reason why it is “slowly” is that this is a small county town, and even the most prosperous road is not very spacious, so we can only make way for each other slowly;
Secondly, the procession for the wedding is usually very long, sometimes tens of meters long. If there are too many people, the ones at the front will have to wait in order to avoid being left behind.
The third point is the most fundamental one. Except for the groom or the person escorting the bride, the wedding procession basically walks on foot. Not only that, they have to carry various dowries in their hands, or carry a sedan chair with the bride sitting in it. They cannot move too fast while "carrying a heavy load".
Su Qingluan watched the person leading the way pass first, followed by the band playing wind instruments, and then they carried two... It was hard to see what they were, but they looked like two birds. The two birds were larger than domestic ducks, but they were wrapped in red silk and tied in a knot, so it was hard to tell what kind of birds they were. However, the bird was still struggling slightly, so it should still be alive.
"Is it popular to eat birds at weddings here?" Su Qingluan muttered to herself, and then she vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a poem describing a love stronger than gold, called "I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky", and she guessed that these two were the "pair of wings".
At this time, Su Qingluan saw the eight-man sedan chair that the bride was sitting in - but there were four people carrying the sedan chair, two in the front and two in the back. The sedan chair was swaying slightly up and down with the four people's very rhythmic footsteps, which made Su Qingluan feel that the bride with a weak vestibular system would probably vomit if she sat in the sedan chair.
At this moment, Su Qingluan's eyes paused and she looked at the man riding a horse next to the sedan chair.
This person looks familiar, but because he is not wearing a red flower on his chest that identifies him as a groom, nor is he wearing wedding clothes, it is obvious that he is not the groom. It seems that he is from the bride's family.
Thinking of this, the man seemed to notice Su Qingluan's gaze and turned his head to look at Su Qingluan. Then he smiled widely, bowed to Su Qingluan, and bent slightly towards her on horseback.
Su Qingluan then remembered - isn't this the young man who rushed to ask his father to repair the screen just before closing time?
So, this is his sister's wedding procession? Su Qingluan suddenly remembered: three days have passed since that day, and because of her menstruation and her thoughts about Zhaodi, she had forgotten about this matter as far as Java.
Looking at the young man's brilliant smile, Su Qingluan knew without asking that her father must have repaired the screen to everyone's satisfaction. With this in mind, Su Qingluan decided to reward him by cooking some of his favorite dishes tonight.
Just as he was pondering this, he heard Mrs. Zheng's sighing voice from behind: "Shopkeeper Su, Shopkeeper Su, I've finally found you. You have to make the decision for me!"
Su Qingluan's heart moved: He's here as expected.
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