"I've talked to mother about this, and she agrees. After all, with the hunter's skills, there are plenty of sheep in the mountains, so I can hunt in the future. You only get married once in your life, and as your brother, it would be unreasonable for me not to give something."
Zhao Fangyu seemed to know what Zhao Luochuan was going to say, and quickly interrupted him before he could speak.
Having said that, refusing again would not be polite but ungrateful. Zhao Luochuan smiled and punched him in the chest: "Thank you."
Hunters are known for their strong hands. Even when playing around, they rarely hold back. One punch caused Zhao Fangyu to grimace in pain. "Fuck you, can't you be a little gentler?"
Zhao Luochuan couldn't believe how painful it was. He looked at Zhao Fangyu's expression, which was full of "How can it hurt this much? I don't believe it, let's try it again."
Zhao Fangyu noticed his thoughts and spoke first: "If you dare to make a move, one of us will be crippled today."
"Look how scared you are. I'm just teasing you."
Zhao Fangyu gritted his teeth as he watched him leave, regretting countless times that he didn't beat him enough when they were young.
Before marriage, men and women must be separated. Even if Yang Donghu and Zhao Luochuan are already husband and wife, they cannot break the rules.
Starting from the 17th, Yang Donghu packed up his things and lived in the same room with Zhao Fangchu for the first three days.
Zhu Cuilan certainly couldn't handle the wedding banquet alone, so she had to ask the aunts she knew in the village to help arrange it.
The aunt who helped was tired and had no time to sit at the table for dinner, but those who came to help would definitely receive benefits. After the banquet, the aunt who helped could sit at a table alone.
There are many advantages to being the last table. Generally, when people prepare a banquet, they prepare enough ingredients for the sake of face, and there will be a lot left at the end of the meal. The aunt at the last table can use the leftover ingredients to prepare a different banquet for herself.
For example, each table has a bowl of braised pork piled high, and the pork rib soup can be served more after finishing it. Another example is that each table has one more fried fish than other tables.
Almost all the villagers acquiesced to it. They could get benefits by helping others. Not to mention the pig of the Zhao family, even the game could make those people jealous. They wished Zhu Cuilan would come to them.
For such a good thing, Zhu Cuilan called Aunt Zhao and Yinchun, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Yun Qiaoniang and Jinzhi, as well as Zhang Lanzhen, who was about to become her relative. These people were all familiar to her and none of them were dishonest or dishonest, so she could use them with confidence.
After finding helpers and finishing the trivial matters, the night before the wedding arrived in a blink of an eye. Originally, a maid should have come with picture books to teach the boy about sex, but considering that Yang Donghu and Zhao Luochuan were a little special, Zhu Cuilan skipped this activity and instead talked to him about some private things.
The next day was the wedding day and things were very busy. We had to get up very early. It was still dark and there were faint voices outside the house. Yang Donghu was so nervous that he couldn't sleep soundly and woke up as soon as he heard any noise.
Maybe it was because he was used to his bed or something, but Yang Donghu didn't sleep well the whole night. Ever since he ate that sour orange slice a few days ago, he'd been feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit acid from time to time. Sleeping at night didn't give him any relief, and lying down was uncomfortable anyway. He saw people busy coming and going outside the house, so he turned over and sat up, wanting to go out and help.
"Hey, Donghu, you're awake? I was just about to call you." Zhu Cuilan walked into the room and almost bumped into Yang Donghu. Seeing some dark circles under his eyes, she asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well?"
The crowds of people in the courtyard made Yang Donghu even more nervous. He nodded slightly and said, "I'm a little panicked."
"Oh, it's okay. This is your first time getting into a sedan chair as a young lady. Mrs. Quanfu will take you with her later. Don't panic." Zhu Cuilan patted his hands.
Yun Qiaoniang couldn't find Zhu Cuilan, so she came in from outside, shouting, "What are you two whispering about? You're so busy outside that you can't handle it."
As she spoke, she noticed that Yang Donghu looked pale, and exclaimed, "Why do you look so pale today? This doesn't look good. I'll have Madam Quanfu put some more powder on your face later. We need to look pretty today."
Yang Donghu had been in a bad mood the past few days, but seeing so many people busying themselves helping him, he forced himself to be more energetic and said with a smile, "Okay."
"Wait inside. We won't need you outside. I'll have Mrs. Quan Fu and Fang Chu help you get dressed and washed. Your wedding dress is very restrictive and uncomfortable, and you'll have to wear it all day, and you won't have time to eat. Wait, I'll make you a bowl of egg custard. It'll give you more energy to deal with it."
Although Yang Donghu had no appetite and didn't want to eat, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on until the end, so he thought about it and nodded.
As he was a young man waiting to be married, he was not allowed to interfere with the decoration of the room, so Zhu Cuilan detained him in the room and did not let him go out.
Yang Donghu couldn't contain his curiosity, so before Mrs. Quan Fu arrived, he secretly opened the window a crack and watched the people hurrying to and fro in the yard, no one noticing that someone was peeking at them.
Yinchun was holding a basket of things in her hand and talking to Zhu Cuilan. Yang Donghu couldn't hear or see what was inside, but he could vaguely hear words like "scatter".
"Auntie, the things have been brought back. When will you let Quanfu Po spread them?"
"Go now. Mrs. Quanfu is spreading the mattress in that room. It's a good time now."
"Okay."
Another voice sounded.
"Aunt Cuilan, where is the red candle?"
"In the main room, under the table, look for it."
The man went into the main room and shouted again after a while: "Auntie, I can't find it."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Cuilan came out of the smoky kitchen, went into the main room for a while, and then hurried out with a red candle: "Here."
She was being called by one person after another and was too busy to handle it all. Zhao Fangchu never slacked off when faced with important matters. He took the fire poker from Zhu Cuilan's hand and soon brought out a bowl of fragrant egg custard.
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