Many people remarked that Wangjialou Village had never been as lively as it was today during the Spring Festival. Everyone's faces were beaming with joy, as if they were celebrating this day as a festival worth celebrating.
Not only did Wang Dabao drink too much, but many men, young and old, in the village were also unable to walk.
After each woman sent her husband home, she returned to Wang Tiemin's house to clean up the mess.
Wang Dabao was escorted home by Zhao Da Maozi and his wife.
Zhao Da Maozi's wife took out a quilt from the kang cabinet and covered Wang Da Bao, who was fast asleep, with it.
"How did this kid get so drunk? I was planning to talk to him about blind dates."
"Hey, Da Bao won't be getting married anytime soon, what's the rush?" Zhao Da Maozi found a large bowl, scooped out a bowl of cold water and placed it on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) in case Wang Da Bao woke up and asked for water.
"How can we not be anxious? Old Li's wife and Tianxing's wife are both waiting to be introduced to Dabao."
Zhao Da Maozi's wife sighed, "We've watched Da Bao grow up. We can't let such a good seed fall into someone else's hands. I heard that Tian Xing's sister is pretty. What if she and Da Bao take a liking to each other?!"
"You're just worrying about nothing."
Zhao Da Maozi smiled helplessly, "Marriage is a matter of fate. What's meant to be yours will be yours. Besides, our cousin is quite pretty, and Da Bao works in the city, so he'll definitely want to find a wife from the city."
"That's right. Back in the day, my cousin was destined to become a concubine in the palace."
Zhao Da Maozi's wife glanced at Wang Da Bao again, waved to her husband, and the two left the house.
Then Zhao Da Maozi chuckled in the courtyard: "Yes, yes, yes, if our cousin lived in ancient times, she would definitely be chosen to enter the palace. I just don't know if Da Bao has the fate to become the emperor!"
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