The Autumn Festival?
Ah Chen patted his forehead, "I forgot, I forgot! But there are still about ten days until the Autumn Festival, so we should have enough time."
"After you send the Holy Maiden to Yanjing, hurry up and finish your business before coming back!"
"Brother Zhuang, you wouldn't be...?"
Ah Chen asked with a half-smile, "Do you want to shine at the Autumn Festival, participate in our Miao people's activities, and snatch a girl back?"
Yang Ayao and Uncle Arong did not get involved in this kind of topic.
Ah Kang seemed to have a girl he liked, but he didn't answer.
Instead, it was Ah Bao who said directly, "Ah Chen, do you have no idea how much pressure Ah Zhuang is under right now?"
"What's wrong?"
"He's 21 and still hasn't found a wife. At this year's Drum Festival, there wasn't a girl he liked. If he continues to be single, he'll be old and probably go home empty-handed."
"Tang Abao, you're the real star!" Azhuang slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "This year, my main task was to help Achen get the Holy Maiden's flower belt. I didn't have time to care about anything else. Now that Achen has successfully gotten engaged and started a family with the Holy Maiden, am I not allowed to snatch a wife home with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Azhuang gulped down a large bowl of rice wine they had brought from the Miao village, then looked at Akang and said, "Zhao Akang, don't laugh, you're still naked."
“I’m different from you! I have a girl I like.” A-Kang didn’t mince words.
Yang Ayao seized the opportunity and immediately retorted, "You two are already twenty years old, why aren't you robbing? In another two years, the ranks of the bald army will be filled with your names."
“Yang Ayao, when my Black Miao and Blue Miao brothers are talking, do you, a Green Miao, have the right to interrupt?” Azhuang retorted without any politeness.
Yang Ayao said smugly, "I, Qingmiao, must be out of my mind to care about your Heimiao's nonsense. But look at Achen, he's only seventeen, right? Learn from him, who knows, he might become a father next year."
cough cough--
*Pfft*
Ah Chen, who was drinking rice wine, was suddenly choked by Yang A Yao's words.
Ado and Arui laughed heartily when they heard this.
Uncle Arong actually echoed Qingmiao Yang Ayao, saying proudly, "I was not even seventeen years old when I had my first child, Azhi."
“Uncle Arong, does that mean our generation is outdated?” Akang asked.
Uncle Arong nodded: "That's right!"
flutter---
Amo smiled!
Now even his own uncle is imitating Ah Chen's tone of voice, and he's quite right!
Amo didn't bother to join in the conversation between the Miao men. She quietly ate her meal while serving food to Achen.
Ah Bao suddenly moved closer to Ah Chen and whispered:
"Ah Chen, I'll tell you a secret!"
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