Grandpa Wanfeng's house is full of warmth and joy.
Grandma finally put on the clothes that Wan Feng made for her, and she looked fifty or sixty years younger.
Grandpa was also wearing a new Shan suit, a new hat and new shoes today, with a happy smile on his face.
There were bright red couplets pasted on the main door, the doors of the rooms, and even the room where my uncle got married.
The couplet on the gate reads: Autumn is full of love in the fairy palace, and the moon is full and happy for the newlyweds.
The couplet on the door reads: Hearts are connected and happiness is perfect, good marriage lasts forever, and the horizontal scroll reads: a happy marriage for a hundred years, forever, and a baby soon.
Wan Feng finally paid attention to his appearance today. Luan Feng specially made him a red and black jacket and a pair of black pants with two red stripes, and a pair of black Warrior shoes on his feet, making him look like an athlete.
Several young men were milling around Wan Feng at the back of the depression, mainly because they were looking at the pair of high-waisted black Warrior shoes on Wan Feng's feet.
There is no difference in style between the black and white Warrior shoes. Both have a white circle on the heel and three ventilation holes on the sole of the foot.
"This is the first time I've seen black Warrior shoes." Yang Qilang had already circled Wan Feng's shoes twice.
"Would you like to sell it to me?"
"How much?"
"Ten yuan!"
Yang Qilang shook his head: "I can't afford it."
If Yang Qillang wanted to buy Wan Feng and was really planning to sell it, his feet would be cold if he wore this thing on such a day!
Damn Luan Feng actually bought him a pair of these in this season.
Luan Feng said a few days ago that your uncle is getting married and you should dress up beautifully.
Wan Feng objected on the spot: I'm not marrying a wife, what's the point of dressing her up beautifully?
His objection was ineffective, and Luan Feng took him to Hongya County like a prisoner.
Since the beginning of winter, Wan Feng basically doesn't ride a tractor to the street. In winter, if you ride a tractor with a trailer, the northwest wind will be as sharp as a knife and can freeze you to death.
They took a bus from Gushan to the county town, and in the shoe and hat section of the department store, Luan Feng took a look at this pair of black Warrior shoes.
To be honest, Wan Feng had never seen a black version of Warrior shoes. To be exact, it was the first time he saw a black version of Warrior shoes from the 1980s.
In the later years of his life, when everyone on the street was wearing Adidas, Nike, Xtep and Anta, he often wore Huili shoes, which cost more than 50 yuan a pair. He didn't think those shoes that cost 100 yuan or even several thousand yuan were any worse.
Therefore, he had no objection when Luan Feng paid for the shoes.
But he has objections to wearing this in winter. Isn't this just conditioning?
Everyone else is wearing cotton shoes, but he's wearing this to show off? No one would think he's a fool.
The ghost fairy Luan Feng was hiding in the distance and smiling like Pan Jinlian.
No, I absolutely refuse to endure this torture.
While no one was paying attention, Wan Feng ran back into the house and put on a pair of cotton military shoes.
Immediately, a warm current flowed to the soles of his feet that were originally cold, and Wan Feng almost hummed with comfort. How happy he felt!
Zhang Hai became the helper again. He stood at the gate with a few packs of 1.3 yuan worth of large-scale production cigarettes in his hand.
"Come over here to help, smoke is out."
At a command, a group of young men rushed over from all directions.
Although the Wahou team is not big, there are more than 30 young men in their 18s, 19s and 20s, standing in front of Zhang Hai in a row.
"Go borrow tables for me, Ma, who received the cigarette. I need seventy tables. If there aren't enough tables, you can borrow a few door panels."
Zhang Haibian said this while smoking.
"Hey, didn't you get a box? Why are you here again? Get lost!"
The guy who wanted to cheat was kicked by Zhang Hai and ran away.
The onlookers burst into laughter.
The young men who received the cigarettes scattered in all directions.
Wan Feng changed into cotton shoes and went to the room where his uncle was going to marry his wife.
"You're not in a hurry at all. Your father-in-law's house is nearby, yet you're still acting so arrogantly."
Zhu Ping was changing his clothes slowly. He rolled his eyes at Wan Feng and continued unhurriedly.
Because Jiang Xue's home was only a hundred meters away from Wan Feng's grandfather's home, Zhu Ping was not in a hurry at all. He wandered around the house until around nine o'clock before getting up to pick up his wife.
He set off in high spirits, wearing a gray suit, a tie, his hair waxed to a shine, and holding a bunch of pink flowers in his hand.
The flower was Wan Feng's idea. He asked Luan Feng to make cloth flowers with various colored fabrics. They looked good to hold, but were actually useless.
Yang Qilang and Jiang were his best men. They were also dressed in new clothes and followed Zhu Ping as he set off, acting in a show of power.
At that time, people who traveled far to marry a wife used horse-drawn carriages or hand tractors. Zhu Ping went there on Xiao Jun's No. 22 tractor.
In fact, according to Wan Feng, for such a short distance, he would be finished if he carried him back like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife.
There was a big red flower on the front of Xiao Jun's tractor. It rumbled and pulled Zhu Ping and the best man for more than a hundred meters before stopping. Zhu Ping and the best man got off the car.
Xiao Jun had to drive the tractor out of the east end, turn around and then return to Jiang Xue's house, which was already troublesome enough.
The entire east end was filled with descendants of the Wa family who came to watch the fun, and almost the entire route from Zhu Ping's house to Jiang Xue's house was filled with people.
The borrowed tables were placed directly on the street and fields outside the door.
There is a piece of land in front of Wanfeng’s grandma’s house where there are no other houses, and many tables are set up in this open space.
There is a table on the kang and the floor in the west room of the house. These four tables were left by Wan Feng. People from the city cannot sit outside.
Drinking outside in winter is not a happy thing.
After changing into cotton shoes, Wan Feng naturally stood on the street to watch this joyous scene.
Luan Feng glanced at Wan Feng's feet and pulled Jiang Min and Li Erman over to question him.
"Where are your new shoes?"
"Changed." Wan Feng answered without changing his expression or heartbeat.
"Why did you change? You look so nice in your clothes."
Wan Feng glanced at Luan Feng and said, "Why are you wearing a flowery cotton-padded jacket? Why don't you wear a vest? You know it's cold, but I don't know it."
The women were laughing.
"Master's Wife, your uncle has already married, when will you marry my master..."
"You idiot, if you call me Master's Wife again, I'll find Jiang a date tomorrow and dump you like a big snot."
"How disgusting! Just dump me. It's not like I'm unmarriageable. There are so many people pursuing me."
What Li Erman said was true. Now there was a young man behind the mountain and in front of the valley who was interested in her. They both came to her to find a matchmaker, but she rejected them all.
It's not good for women to be like this. They become arrogant when there are so many people pursuing them. They should be left alone.
"And you two, please stop exchanging glances while they're moving the tables, okay?" Wan Feng bluntly exposed Xinghua and Lanzhi's conspiracy.
Jiang Xishui and Yuan Zhuzi were clearly carrying the table and walking safely, but these two guys glanced over and Jiang Xishui hit a tree, and Yuan Zhuzi walked into a pile of dirt and almost rolled into a dung ball.
Xinghua and Lanzhi blushed and hid behind Li Erman and Jiang Min.
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