When the villagers heard that Zhang Lihua was going to the textile factory, they saw her going to work for the past two days and thought she was bragging.
Many people wanted to come to Old Li's house to laugh at him, but they found out that he had gone to the county town to report.
Dazhu Niang didn't say anything mocking but felt extremely depressed instead.
That day, Li Mingqing rode his bicycle directly to Zhao Hongbin's house after get off work and brought red dates, peanuts, longans, and melon seeds, which meant that he would have a son soon.
"Brother, you are really my good brother."
Hong Bin's mother wanted to say embarrassedly, "That's really thoughtful."
"You're going to pick up your bride by bicycle tomorrow, aren't you? I'm sending this to you so you don't miss the auspicious time tomorrow."
"You really trust me. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep at night. I had to push this bike next to the bed and keep an eye on it. If it gets lost, I'll have nowhere to find it."
Hearing this, Li Mingqing smiled and said, "I finally got the beauty."
"Don't tease me. I'm really afraid something might go wrong tomorrow morning."
"Don't bring shame to Lijia Village, kid. But riding a bicycle won't be embarrassing either."
"It's a pity you're not free tomorrow or I'd have to ask you to help out."
"We're all farmers, and the Li family isn't the kind of family that's always bothered. Why would we need to keep up appearances? Jiaxue and my mother will be here to help tomorrow, so we should at least serve two plates of peanuts to our fellow villagers."
Sun Jiaxue nodded and said, "Yes, come and help."
Hong Bin's mother said as she washed the dishes, "Everything is ready. We don't have enough tables at home, so we just went to the village chief's house to borrow a big one."
Old man Zhao took out some red paper and a brush from the house.
"Mingqing, you can write, so please help me write a few Chinese characters for happiness. It will make the house look more festive if we put them up at home."
"Uncle, my writing is not good, let's find someone else."
"There are not many people in the village who can write. You are just the right person to write. I went to your house and saw your handwriting. It is so majestic. No one is more suitable than you."
After hearing this boast, he said, "When have you ever seen my handwriting?"
"Didn't you write the couplet on the front door when we moved to our new home?"
Indeed, he was the one who wrote the couplet on the gate, but it was just a small matter. With so many people coming to see such a big event as his wedding, he couldn't afford to embarrass himself.
“I can write, but I can’t do calligraphy.”
"Look at you. We're all so close, but why are you so shameless? I've seen the village chief's handwriting before, and it's not as good as yours."
After hearing what he said, Li Mingqing no longer refused and picked up the pen to write the word "囍".
Sun Jiaxue was helping to cut the red paper. She looked at Li Mingqing with admiration and exclaimed in her heart that he was so amazing.
Li Mingqing was very pleased to see her sparkling eyes.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?"
"Don't be too satisfied. We grew up wearing open-crotch pants, how come you suddenly become so awesome?"
Zhao Hongbin said with a playful smile.
"Go put it on the wall and stop talking nonsense."
Li Mingqing quickly wrote eight big "happiness" characters on the paper and cut the red paper into eight pieces.
"By the time of the Lunar New Year, the whole village will probably come to you to write Spring Festival couplets. The village chief will finally be free."
"Don't tell me that I wrote the wedding character for you. Just tell me that I went to the mayor's office to ask someone to write it for you."
"Dude, you can't hide it. Several people saw you just now."
Seeing Zhao Hongbin gloating over his misfortune, he kicked him without mercy, "You are so ungrateful."
He pulled Sun Jiaxue's arm and walked back.
On the way, I met Old Lady Li and Zhang Chunya who were going to help Old Zhao's house.
"Mother, auntie."
"Where have you two been?"
"I went to Lao Zhao's house and everything is ready. I'm waiting to pick up the new daughter-in-law tomorrow morning."
"We wanted to go and help, but after hearing what you said, we don't have to go anymore," said Zhang Chunya.
"It's only a few steps to Old Zhao's house, so I might as well go there. In case Old Zhao is too busy and doesn't consider anything."
After saying this, Old Lady Li and Zhang Chunya went to Old Zhao's house.
The Zhao family helped a lot when Li Mingqing got married and built a new house.
The Zhao family finally got what they wanted, so how could they not go to such a big event? Two days ago, they came to help refurbish a quilt. They basically did everything they needed to do, but they were still worried and came to take a look.
Zhang Lihua and Li Mingli came back in high spirits, and it was clear at a glance that it had succeeded.
Li Mingli said excitedly when he saw Li Mingqing: "It's done. We'll officially start work tomorrow."
"When I can become a regular employee depends on my sister-in-law's ability."
"I will definitely work hard and strive to become a regular employee as soon as possible."
After Li Mingli and his wife finished talking to Li Mingqing, they returned to the old house to share the good news.
At five o'clock the next day, the Zhao family set off a set of firecrackers, and Zhao Hongbin rode his bicycle to pick up his new wife.
At this time, in order not to delay work, weddings are basically held early in the morning or at night.
When the villagers heard the sound of firecrackers, they came to Lao Zhao's house to wait for the new daughter-in-law.
Dazhu Niang and Zhang Cuihua squeezed into the crowd and moved closer to the table.
Many old women also followed them and squeezed to the front.
Looking at the peanuts on the table, Dazhu's mother shamelessly grabbed a handful and put them in her pocket.
"How can you be so shameless? The new person hasn't arrived yet," Zhang Cuihua scolded.
"The food on the table is for people to eat. It's not yours. Look how stingy you are. Be careful that your son won't be able to find a wife."
"Hmph, I should worry about your daughter, she's really become an old maid."
Wang Daya, who was standing by, leaned back guiltily after hearing this.
Dazhu Niang and Zhang Cuihua were at each other's throats.
The old couple of the Zhao family entertained the villagers with smiles that almost reached their ears.
When matchmaker Xu came, Hong Bin's mother specifically asked her to sit in the front seat.
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