The wedding process has already begun for the groom the day before the wedding.
On this day, relatives and friends of the Chen family will come to the Chen family to give gifts.
The neighbors who came to help the production team helped to paste up the wedding characters, make ribbons, and wrap the bedding.
The Chen family members were all delighted and stood at the gate of the yard busy welcoming and seeing off guests.
Zhao Caifeng was sent to study directly after leaving the police station and would not be back for ten days or half a month.
Chen Shanlin breathed a sigh of relief, even though he knew that Chen Shanhe must have been involved in Zhao Caifeng's studies.
As the groom, Chen Shanhe had the easiest job. He just had to follow the steward.
The entire wedding will have a person who is like a "general manager" who coordinates the entire wedding, arranges what everyone should do, what the process should be like at what time, and what to say to whom.
This manager was usually a very prestigious elder in the production team, and was usually invited to attend any happy event.
The chief steward of Chen Shanhe’s wedding, he has to call him Seventh Uncle.
My seventh uncle was very busy and made clear arrangements for everyone.
Who is the accountant and who is the cashier, who is responsible for purchasing and who is responsible for boiling water, whose family entertains which table of guests, etc., are all decided by my seventh uncle.
After lunch it was Chen Shanhe's turn to get busy. First he had to visit the graves of the Chen family's ancestors.
Our country is very big and customs vary from place to place.
Many places have family ancestral halls where ancestral tablets are enshrined, making sacrifices easier.
In the Houan Production Brigade, people would go directly to the grave and kowtow.
The Chen family's ancestral tomb is located in a wasteland to the east of the production brigade, and it takes twenty minutes to walk from Chen's home.
The Chen family was not a wealthy family. There were more than ten graves of various sizes belonging to several generations, and none of them had tombstones.
When they arrived at the grave, my seventh uncle would stretch out his voice and chant something.
The general meaning is that your grandson Chen Shanhe is getting married and I came to tell you the good news.
However, there were not many graves that required Chen Shanhe to kowtow, he just needed to add new yellow paper on the head of each grave.
Then they light fire to burn paper money and offerings.
Finally, a string of earth whips is set off to end the performance.
After returning from ancestor worship, the first thing to do is to ring the door.
The meaning of ringing the door is similar to ancestor worship, except that one is to inform the dead and the other is to inform the living.
The seventh uncle was holding a piece of red paper in his hand, on which were ranked the relatives according to their blood relationship from closest to far.
Xiangmen means that Chen Shanhe needs to follow his seventh uncle to kowtow to the elders in the same village whose names are written on the red paper one by one.
The suona band led the way, followed closely by Uncle Seven and Chen Shanhe. Behind Chen Shanhe was a group of elderly, weak, women and children who were watching the fun.
The first stop was Chen Shanhe’s uncle’s house.
The suona band stopped playing music when Chen Shanhe and his seventh uncle arrived at the gate of the courtyard.
Uncle Seven continued to sing the lyrics in a long voice.
The meaning is similar to in front of the grave.
Chen Jianguo, I’m here to tell you the good news that your nephew is getting married.
Everyone understands this process. The old couple Chen Jianguo were waiting at home early, and came out of the house when they heard the call.
Uncle Seventh's hand trembled as he placed the red square cotton pad he had been holding in front of Chen Shanhe.
Chen Shanhe knelt down upright and kowtowed to Chen Jianguo.
Chen Jianguo hurried forward to stop her, and his aunt took out a red envelope from her pocket and stuffed it into Chen Shanhe's pocket.
Then the suona band played music and went to the next house.
Whether to kowtow or not is determined according to the relationship from close to distant. Generally, they will shout for Chen Shanhe to kowtow, but some people with slightly distant relationship or those who are younger will stop Chen Shanhe in advance and prevent him from kneeling on the ground.
Of course, the size of the red envelope is also determined by the relationship.
After one round, Chen Shanhe had knocked on the door of most of the production team.
The people watching the fun behind him formed a long line.
When we came out of the last house, it was already dark and every household had candles or oil lamps lit.
Chen Shanhe brushed the dirt off his knees and looked up at the starry sky.
I wonder how Jiang Shiyue is doing today?
**
Jiang Shiyue lives a more comfortable life than Chen Shanhe.
After the four people woke up, at Jiang Shiyue's suggestion, they took the bus to the county town to go shopping.
There is actually nothing to buy, the main thing is to eat local snacks.
The county where Houan Production Brigade is located is called Nanting County.
Nanting County is a very old city. Part of the urban area is truly ancient and it is said that many celebrities came from it in the past.
The specialties of Nanting County are roast chicken and donkey meat.
In order to kill time, Jiang Shiyue and his friends first visited the local attractions.
There was no concept of traveling in those days. Even if someone wanted to visit a tourist attraction, they couldn't openly say it was tourism. They usually just said they were relaxing.
The most famous building in Nanting is a quadrangle courtyard.
It is said that this quadrangle has a history of over a thousand years and is both offensive and defensive.
It was the residence of an ancient noble.
The outer city wall was used for attack and defense, and the inner wall was divided into servants' quarters, a private school, a tool room, a stage, etc.
To Jiang Shiyue's surprise, Yangyang seemed to be quite interested in this ancient city, touching and looking at it here and there.
Just when Jiang Shiyue was wondering if Yangyang was a time traveler from ancient times, Yangyang suddenly looked up at Jiang Shiyue and asked, "What will it be like in forty years?"
Jiang Shiyue didn't react immediately, "What?"
"You said you'd come forty years from now. What would it be like forty years from now?"
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
Jiang Shiyue was startled, her almond-shaped eyes widening. Glancing around, she saw Li Chuntian and Lu Zheng still in the distance, arguing heatedly about the purpose of the square hole in the wall. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously wanting to ask Yangyang, "When did I ever say I was coming from forty years from now?"
Before he could finish his words, he recalled that when he first came here, he was so confused that he used Yangyang, who couldn't speak, as a tree hole to complain to him.
Jiang Shiyue touched the tip of his nose and laughed, "I was just saying it casually, just to tease you."
Yangyang looked at Jiang Shiyue without saying a word.
After a while, Jiang Shiyue sighed softly, "Children who are too smart are sometimes not cute!" They are not easy to fool.
She sat on the city wall facing Yangyang, raised her right little finger, and said, "Let's make a pinky promise. You have to keep what I tell you a secret!"
Yangyang nodded and stretched out her little hand to shake hands with Jiang Shiyue.
"Forty years later, our country has made rapid progress in all aspects and has become very powerful. You can take a plane anywhere, trains can travel at hundreds of speeds per hour, and the streets and alleys are full of cars. People live in high-rise buildings, and there are mobile phones and the Internet that don't exist now..." Jiang Shiyue said as he looked up into the distance with a nostalgic look in his eyes.
It has been nearly half a year since my soul came here, and the experiences of my previous life have begun to become blurred.
Yangyang listened quietly the whole time, his eyes occasionally falling on Jiang Shiyue's face, as if thinking about something.
Jiang Shiyue noticed Yangyang's expression and asked him, "Yangyang, why are you so mature at such a young age? Could it be that you came from thousands of years ago?"
Yang Yang shook his head, "I am the son you gave birth to."
He looked into Jiang Shiyue's eyes, hesitated, and said, "Will you... go back?"
Jiang Shiyue shook her head and spread her hands, "I don't know. This is not something I can decide."
"If you were given a choice now, would you choose to stay or go back to the future?" Yang Yang asked a different question.
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