In the days that followed, Wen Dazui helped him look after little Youchen again, and he busied himself with decorating the new house. He invited his sister and brother-in-law, along with Wen Dazui's family, to a simple housewarming party, and discussed with his sister to set a date for his wedding with Shumei.
He was not stingy with money. Before, when he didn't have the means, he planned to just set up two tables. Now that he had the means, he must hold a grand wedding and let Shumei marry into the Tang family in a grand manner.
His sister was in charge of inviting his mother's relatives, while Wen Dazui was in charge of inviting his father's relatives and the villagers. He wanted to have the most grand wedding in the village's history, and he even rented a horse and a sedan chair at a high price. He wanted to ride a tall horse, wear red and colorful decorations, and marry Shumei in a sedan chair carried by eight people.
He didn't tell Shumei about all these arrangements. He wanted to give Shumei a surprise. That's why he didn't force Shumei to go back to the village with him.
The news of this grand ceremony quickly spread throughout the area, and everyone was drooling with envy.
Zhang Xiaoqin, who had also been married before, now still stays at her parents' house all day long to eat and drink. When she heard the news, she was filled with jealousy and envy! This is the wedding that every woman wants to have, but unfortunately, there is only one bride, and it is not her, Zhang Xiaoqin. How could she not feel bad?
The sister-in-law whom she looked down upon has now made a great leap forward and is about to become successful overnight.
But at this moment, Wu Ju came to confront her, which made her feel even worse.
"Xiaoqing! Does this sweet potato have a grudge against you? You cut it so finely, are you planning to feed it to the sparrows?"
Zhang Xiaoqin vented her jealousy towards Shumei on the sweet potatoes. She cut the sweet potatoes into pieces madly and almost turned them into a pile of mud.
Hearing Wu Ju say this, Zhang Xiaoqin felt even more unhappy. She was so angry that she chopped the knife hard into the wooden chopping board.
"Feed whatever you want, I'm too lazy to cut it up."
Zhang Xiaoqin stood up angrily and walked to the stone table, sat down, crossed her legs, and cracked some melon seeds. Her face was sullen, as if someone had borrowed her rice and was going to return it with chaff.
Zhang Binglin sat at the door of the main room, looking at the lazy Zhang Xiaoqin, and had no choice but to sigh.
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