Chapter 1018 He was dressed in formal attire
Upon hearing about the wedding banquet, Li Dazui sat on the edge of the ground, looking at the silent woman beside him, his expression not very happy.
It turned out that the Li family did not approve of his actions, feeling that at his age, he should not cause trouble for his son.
In fact, everyone knew that the biggest reason they disagreed was that they felt that after Li Dazui's actions, the land that had been allocated to each family for cultivation would definitely be taken back.
Farmers love their land dearly and originally thought they would harvest dozens of kilograms more wheat this year, so they could eat more white flour rice during the Spring Festival.
Now, things are really bad; we can only eat for a year.
Although Li Dazui said he wouldn't farm this year but would next year, and everyone's tone softened a bit, he was still sullen.
"What's there to be unhappy about? Let them say what they want. You already know the root of the problem, so why do you care whether they approve or not? It's your life together. If you want to have a banquet, then have one. We all want to come. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The blessings from a group of Taoist priests are extraordinary. Think it over."
Li Dazui instantly broke into a smile and slapped his thigh.
The woman next to her was so startled that she almost jumped off the edge of the field.
"Haha, Uncle Li, look at you, jumping around like that, your wife almost fell down," Jiang Yeming teased. "Those of us who have married new wives should cherish them even more."
"Yes, yes, you're right." Li Dazui stood up. "Let's go back and prepare some meat and vegetables. How about you come over tomorrow at noon?"
"Hehe, her cooking is pretty good, much better than mine." Li Dazui was about to boast when the woman in the blue dress next to him patted him, signaling him not to overpraise.
It's clear that they're a good match and can see each other's strengths.
"Okay, no matter how well we do, we'll come tomorrow." Then, as if remembering something, Song Chunxue asked, "Do you need any help?"
"Of course we need them. If you come tomorrow morning, we can prepare them faster." At this point, Li Dazui frowned. "We might not have enough bowls and plates. I was planning to borrow some from other families, but they weren't too keen, so I won't."
“I have some at home, Uncle Li, you forgot?” Jiang Yeming said with a smile. “I’ll bring them over to you in my cart tonight.”
"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"
"It's no trouble at all, it's just a few steps. You helped us a lot when we had some problems before."
Song Chunxue looked at her eldest brother with satisfaction and praised him a couple of times on the way back.
“He’s much more capable than before, and he’s starting to act like he’s in charge. But he can’t get arrogant; he needs to be humble. When your son is in school, read his books with him. Maybe you’ll understand things you didn’t understand before.”
Jiang Yeming nodded solemnly, "Yes, I understand."
He actually knew that his mother disliked him for being easily emotional about various things in the past.
He had been thinking about it since what happened a few days ago.
But after spending time together, he has completely accepted the fact that he is not as good as his mother's disciple.
After all, the people around them were extraordinary.
He was just an ordinary farmer. He used to feel resentful, but over the years, he has sometimes felt that perhaps only on this land can he live a peaceful and comfortable life.
When he goes out into the world, even the smallest thing will make people realize that Jiang Yeming is not smart.
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Surprisingly, Li Dazui also hired a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), bought a red wedding dress for his new wife Ding Xia, and wore a simple red wedding dress himself. They then formally bowed to each other and got married.
When I was young, my family was poor, and we felt it would be a waste to make wedding clothes, so I only wore them once.
The clothes they wore for their wedding were just a little brighter and prettier than their usual clothes.
Or they borrowed someone else's red dress and returned it after the wedding.
Jiang Yeming's family, along with a group of people who appeared and disappeared mysteriously in the old courtyard, all went there, and Li Dazui's small courtyard was packed with people.
Li Dazui's two daughters also came, bringing gifts. Seeing Li Dazui in his red dress, they hugged him and shed tears as they talked.
Daughters are more perceptive. Although they may think it would be better if a couple could remain faithful to each other for their mother, they are still genuinely happy for their father when they see the smile on his face.
Evening, the old courtyard of the Jiang family.
Everyone ate dinner before dark, and Master Zhang brought out a willow wood kang table and placed it in the courtyard.
Everyone sat around the table, and the new stools that the carpenter had made a few days ago came in handy.
Song Chunxue and several children sat at a small table on the other side, listening to their fellow disciples and Master Han tasting wine.
"This is a fine wine that I have treasured for many years. The moonlight is just right tonight, so I invite you to have a taste."
Unlike usual, Master Han was wearing a relatively bright crimson inner robe, covered by a white and light blue cloak embroidered with peonies, making him look noble and aloof, like an immortal descending to earth.
He also held a folding fan in his hand, and his belt was inlaid with emerald green jade, making him look both dignified and ceremonial.
Everyone was wondering if today was some important day.
"Master Han, you've attended someone's wedding banquet today. Could it be that you're feeling sentimental and want to commemorate a beauty you missed a hundred years ago, or perhaps you're looking for someone to marry?"
Lord Zhao felt increasingly uneasy. "Or perhaps, he recently encountered a demon cultivator with a similar temperament, and his heart has been stirred?"
Master Han took a sip of wine, slowly opened his fan, and raised one eyebrow. "Guess."
"I guess... spring has arrived, and so has Master Han's spring." Lord Zhao gave a forced smile; if that's how you dismiss someone, then so be it.
"Lord Xie is leaving the day after tomorrow. Shouldn't we dress appropriately to see him off?" Master Han leaned back. "Next time, I'll buy a few more reclining chairs. When I sit in this courtyard and look up at the sky, I always feel like a frog trapped in a well, filled with awe for heaven and earth, and for the gods."
"Deities?" Master Zhang asked, puzzled. "Why does Master Han have such a sentiment?"
"I also revere the gods, because I am not one." He casually checked off the list. "Song Chunxue, have you memorized the part of the book I was asked to copy?"
“I…” Song Chunxue shrank back like a chicken in a coop being pointed at by a butcher. “I’m still a little short.”
"Their books have all been burned. You have two hours to memorize them perfectly, then burn them." He said sternly, "Go now."
"..." Song Chunxue felt bitter inside. Why did they treat him like this in front of the children?
"Master Han, may I have another drink?" Tu Dan'er held up his wine glass to him. "It is indeed delicious, but I can't quite remember the taste."
“This wine has a strong aftereffect; you can only have one cup.” Master Han looked at Master Zhang and said, “Go ask your master for some stored wine.”
Song Chunxue looked at Xie Zheng. Just as Xie Zheng was about to get up, Master Han pointed at him with his fan and said, "Xie Zheng, sit down. Tonight, I... I'm in a good mood, so I'll teach you a few secret techniques."
"Thank you, Daoist Han." Xie Zheng cupped his hands and looked at Song Chunxue, only to find that she had already left.
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