Chapter 140: Wedding Troubles
In the blink of an eye, it was the day for Liang Cui'er to get married.
Uncle Liang and Zhang spent three days struggling over whether or not to ask Xu Zhichun to help that day.
If she yells, it's like Xu Zhichun was the one who ruined the marriage. He can't help but feel angry and unlucky whenever he sees her, which is really annoying. If she doesn't yell, it seems like she got the upper hand: it was all her fault, why should she stay out of it? If she was asked to come, she would have to feel guilty.
My brother-in-law is a student at the county school. Once she comes, the villagers will gossip about her and she will definitely become the focus of the crowd. She will definitely steal the limelight from her family. Who knows, everyone might be surrounding her. Just thinking about it makes me even more angry and unlucky.
However, the two families had just had a conflict a while ago, and people outside said that their family was dishonest, cruel, and black-hearted. They asked her to come and help and sit with them during the wedding to show her performance, so that people could see that the relationship between the two families had eased, and to avoid those unpleasant words that would affect Mingxianghe's search for a wife for the second son, which would be bad.
Yell, don't yell, don't yell, and yell again. Uncle Liang and Zhang worried for three days and three nights, and finally decided to yell despite holding their noses.
It doesn't seem like the real thing if it's not called that.
"I'm warning you, when Xu comes, stop talking nonsense. No matter how much hatred you have in your heart, don't show it. So many people are watching us."
"I see. I'm not that stupid."
Zhang was absent-minded and looked haggard. Although she loved her youngest son and eldest grandson the most, Liang Cui'er was also her flesh and blood, her own daughter. How could she feel good that her daughter had to marry a scoundrel, and a widower who was desperately poor?
"Talk to Cui'er too. Things have come to this. If she makes a scene and brings shame to the family, I won't let her off."
Zhang was about to cry, "I know!"
That evening, when Mrs. Mao knocked on the door and asked to go over tomorrow to help, Xu Zhichun agreed indifferently. She couldn't refuse to go until the incident became public; she had to keep up appearances.
Mao poked her head out to look into the yard, but Xu Zhichun leaned over to block her gaze. "Is there anything else, sister-in-law?"
All the equipment for making konjac tofu has been moved back, and there are so many strawberries planted in the backyard. It is impossible for Xu Zhichun to let the people from the big house come in and look around.
Mao curled her lips and said, "Zhichun, you are too petty. As your sister-in-law, can't I even come in and sit down?"
"I have work to do and don't have time to entertain my cousin's wife."
Mao thought to herself that you didn't seem willing to entertain me when you were free. She simply gave up her damn curiosity and said, "Zhichun, tell me the truth. You guys are running to the county town every day and you don't feel tired. How much money can you make in a day?"
"Two taels."
"What?"
"Two taels."
"Two, two taels? Two taels of what?" Mao asked a little stupidly.
Xu Zhichun: "Silver."
"Two taels of silver! For one day?"
Mao screamed, "Impossible!"
Xu Zhichun: "If you don't believe me after I tell you, why are you asking?"
Mao was furious. She didn't know what she was angry about. She probably didn't believe it but was also afraid that it was true. "I asked you, if you don't want to say it, then forget it. Why did you lie to me like this? It's two taels, you're so bold. I wouldn't even dream of doing that. Why didn't you say two hundred taels?"
Xu Zhichun thought to himself, when I was making and selling braised meat, my daily income was indeed more than two taels, almost three taels. Even when I wasn't making braised meat, I still made more than one tael. You see, if you don't believe me when I tell you the truth, why are you asking?
Xu Zhichun smiled and said, "Maybe there will really be two hundred taels in the future."
Mao rolled his eyes in disdain: "Go ahead and brag! Blow as hard as you can! Look how high you've blown your own trumpet."
She instantly lost interest in the conversation. Why would she listen to this person's nonsense? She really had nothing to do.
"Don't forget to go and help tomorrow morning."
"Um."
Early the next morning, Xu Zhichun got up early as usual and made ice jelly.
She wasn't going into town today, but Zeng Xiaoyan and her husband and Aunt Zhu'er were still going. The village head's family was large, so Sister Liang could just bring her eldest daughter-in-law to help; Zeng Xiaoyan wasn't needed. As for Aunt Zhu'er, their relationship with Uncle Liang's wasn't very good; they could just give a gift and visit Uncle Qi Tian to say hello; there was no need for everyone to go.
In comparison, making money is of course more important, hundreds of coins a day.
Early in the morning, Liang Cui'er changed into a new red dress, tied up her hair, and hugged Zhang, crying uncontrollably on the pretext of not wanting to leave her mother. Zhang also cried, and the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly. People who saw it sighed with sadness and tried to comfort and persuade her with kind words.
She fell into the water and was rescued, but she lost her innocence and had to get married. There was nothing she could do about it. She could only blame Liang Cui'er for her bad luck.
An old man tried to persuade her kindly, "Stop crying! It's not the right time to keep crying on such a happy occasion. You will be an adult in the future. Live well and you will definitely be able to live a good life. There are still many days to come. Everything will be fine, everything will be fine."
Liang Cui'er choked with sobs and despair: "I have a miserable life. It won't get better. It won't get better."
"Oh, great luck, great luck! You can't say that!"
Liang Cui'er cried even harder, her resentment rising to her head: "I've been hurt like this, what else can I not say!"
"Cui'er!" Zhang, who was wiping her tears, was shocked. "What nonsense are you talking about! Please don't be so willful. We won't ignore you. It will be fine. Don't cry."
Everyone looked at each other, sensing some subtlety and curiosity, but not daring to ask in detail, so they just agreed with Zhang and let the matter pass.
Outside the yard, there was a bustle of activity, and joyful music could be heard, indicating that the wedding procession had arrived.
Xu Zhichun did not go to Liang Cuier's room to get in the way, but just helped outside.
Bakou Village is not close to Liangjia Village and is much more remote than Liangjia Village. It takes at least an hour and a half to walk over mountains and hills and through many twists and turns to get there.
There were quite a lot of people coming to the Lian family, but the groom was much older than Liang Cui'er and was also ugly. No one knew where his groom's suit came from. Although it was red, it was obviously faded and old, revealing a bit of decadence. It was wrinkled on him, making his already dark face look even darker.
When he grinned, his teeth suddenly became conspicuous, the horizontal lines on his forehead were deep and wavy, his eyes were narrowed into slits, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes spread out like fishtails - it was uglier than not smiling.
"It's really like a flower stuck in cow dung!"
Someone sighed, and many people heard it and nodded secretly: Who said it wasn’t!
The people in the Lian family who heard it stopped laughing immediately.
"Who? Who the hell is beeping?"
The joyful sounds stopped and there was complete silence.
An awkward atmosphere gradually filled the entire venue.
"Who was that babble just now? You have the guts to babble but don't have the guts to stand up? What kind of coward is that!"
Bakou Village is remote, poor, and the people are uncouth. What Liangjia Village doesn't know is that this village is famous for its tough people and no one dares to mess with them easily.
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Let me explain here. Zhichun definitely has to go and help. He's her uncle, and outsiders don't know the inside story. If she wants to live in the village, she can't ignore her reputation. Don't say that reputation is worthless. In ancient society, reputation was definitely valued. Even now, how many people can really be completely unaffected by what others say?
(End of this chapter)
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