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Hearing the call from inside the house, Tian Zhimei turned around and answered, then turned to Song Shiwei and said, "Has Xiao Zhang gone to pick up the bride? The auspicious time is almost here, right?"

"I have been there, and I just left not long ago. The two villages are close to each other, so I won't be delayed."

"That's good, that's good. My wife was still talking about it when I woke up this morning. Xiao Song, you can walk around by yourself. I'm going to go in and work."

Song Shi smiled and nodded: "Okay, Auntie, don't worry about me."

Feng Ru went to the kitchen to help light the fire and do other things within her ability; Song Shiwei went to the main room and looked in a few rooms. He didn't see anything missing. Even the low cabinet and wardrobe in Zhang Wu's new room were carefully pasted with big red wedding characters by Zhang Wu.

When he walked into the bridal chamber, he saw the dressing table that Zhang Wu had prepared for Huang Ying. Song Shiwei curled the corners of his lips slightly, and after going out, he dragged out a long bench from the main room.

Just sitting in the yard leisurely and comfortably.

The kitchen was busy. A woman with graying hair on her temples came out to pour water. She saw Song Shiwei looking so happy. She went back and whispered to the others.

"Look, Xiao Song is still sitting there with a good mind. Today is a good day for her brother."

The others didn't say anything, but they all looked out into the yard.

Tian Zhimei said without raising her head while cutting vegetables: "You also said that it is her brother's good day, not hers. Xiao Zhang is used to loving his sister, so naturally he doesn't want her to do anything. Besides, I think Xiao Song is thin and frail, so she should rest well, otherwise she will get tired and something will happen."

The woman with gray hair on her temples curled her lips and said, "You are the only one who can talk. I didn't say anything, but I think that Xiao Song is not young anymore. Girls of her age in the village are already good at housework and outside the home. This girl will eventually get married when she grows up. I don't know what Xiao Zhang thinks. It's so painful. Which good family will marry her in the future? This is not good. You still need to be more thoughtful."

The other women looked at each other and saw disapproval in each other's eyes.

"Don't worry about it. I won't marry you anyway. Besides, there are so many of us busy in the kitchen. If there's another one, I'm afraid there won't be enough space."

It was Tian Zhimei who spoke again, and her voice was very calm, without the slightest hint of sarcasm, but the woman with white hair felt uncomfortable listening to it.

Feng Ru, who was burning the stove, took advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention and rolled her eyes at the woman beside her. Her eyeballs rolled around in her eye sockets, and then she asked Tian Zhimei innocently, "Aunts are here to help. Isn't Brother Zhang Wu preparing any wedding gifts?"

Except for Tian Zhimei, the other women were instantly embarrassed, and the woman with white hair on her temples looked even more embarrassed.

Seeing that they were speechless, Feng Ru lowered his head and added firewood to the stove while smiling secretly.

Song Shiwei, who was sitting calmly in the yard, had a smile in his eyes.

The Zhang Wu who was being talked about was just now driving a horse-drawn carriage to the Huang family in great joy. He looked very energetic, especially when he saw Huang Ying in red, his eyes lit up frighteningly.

"The bride is getting married~"

The children from the village who were joining in the fun were jumping around.

Zhang Wu was anxious to hear what Song Shiwei said, so he took out a silver note wrapped in red paper from his arms and handed it to Huang Changyuan solemnly: "Dad, Mom, this is the betrothal silver I give to Yingying. It's not easy for you to raise Yingying, so I hope you two will accept it. I will treat her well in the future and never let her suffer any grievances. I will also take her home to visit you."

Luo Hongmei turned her head and wiped her eyes.

Huang Changyuan's eyes also turned red, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Okay, okay, good children, get up quickly. From now on, you are a family. You must live a good life and come home often. The door of our home is always open to you."

Zhang Wu responded loudly, "Okay."

Everyone onlookers were envious. The Huang family had previously taken out the betrothal gifts sent by Zhang Wu and had a look at them. Now they were also going to give betrothal silver, which made everyone envious.

Huang Ying was carried onto the carriage by Huang Ping, and Zhang Wu carefully protected her throughout the journey.

Whether married women or unmarried girls in the village, they were all envious when they saw this scene.

Many of the people who had previously had their eyes on Zhang Wu were even more envious.

Zhang Wu personally drove the carriage back to Damu Village, and Liu Daming and others followed closely behind with Huang Ying's dowry. All the people in the Huang family stood in front of the door and watched.

"Mom and Dad, it's almost time. We should go over there. There are a lot of people there today and we have a lot to do," Huang Ping said from the side.

Luo Hongmei was silently wiping away tears the moment before, and the next moment she quickly put away her handkerchief and cheered up: "Yes, yes, yes, we have to go there early. Xiao Zhang can't handle it alone. Don't treat him badly."

Huang Changyuan nodded: "Pack up and go."

The custom of marrying off a daughter in the North is different from that in other places. Here, regardless of the relatives of the groom or bride, lunch is held at the groom's side, and dinner is held at the bride's side.

However, when the bride's family hosts the banquet, the groom only needs to invite some important relatives.

A group of people arrived at Zhang Wu's house in a mighty manner. Song Shiwei heard the noise from a distance and came out of the yard, standing at the door and watching from afar.

Feng Ru was also wearing a cute dress today, with a bow tied with a red rope on her head, looking very lovely and cheerful.

At this moment, the two of them stood at the door and waited until the bride's reception came closer before they stepped forward.

Zhang Wu stood beside the carriage and said softly, "Yingying, we're home."

After the response from inside, Zhang Wu turned his back to the carriage and waited for Huang Ying to lift the curtain to come out. Then he nervously and excitedly carried her on his back step by step towards home.

A group of people followed Zhang Wu in.

After Zhang Wu settled Huang Ying down and she came out, Song Shiwei gave him all the baskets with red ribbons.

The moment he took the basket, he was surrounded by people of all ages. Zhang Wu smiled brightly, grabbed the red envelopes in the basket and threw them into the sky.

Everyone was scrambling to grab the things, and respecting the elderly and loving the young completely disappeared at this moment.

The Huang family arrived only a cup of tea late, and with them came people from the former Dahe Village, all of whom had sincere blessings on their faces.

All the people from the entire Damo Village in Zhangwu came, and nearly half of the people from Xiahuang Village came as well.

Huang Changyuan and Luo Hongmei hurriedly greeted the guests, the two brothers Huang Ping and Huang Hai helped with the physical work of moving tables, chairs and stools, Feng Ru dealt with children of the same age as her, and Song Shiwei talked to the two village chiefs Wei Cai and Wei Xiong.

Zhang Wu took some time to call Feng Ru and asked her to go into the house to accompany Huang Ying and bring in some food so that no one would go hungry.

It was almost noon and everyone took their seats. Sitting at the main table were the Huang Changyuan couple, the two Wei village chiefs, Wu Dahai, Liu Daming, Song Shiwei and the Zhangwu and Huang Ping brothers.

Even the table was set outside the door.

Before the meal was served, everyone sat and chatted. Just then, there was a commotion outside. The village children ran into the yard, shouting, "A carriage is coming. A big carriage is coming."

Zhang Wu and Song Shiwei looked at each other, and they both stood up and left at the same time.

Li An stood beside the carriage, with a big smile on his face: "Good brother, I wish you a happy marriage and a son soon. I am not too late."

"After a while, we'll just have to eat leftovers."

Li An said, "Today is your big day, why are you still acting so weird? I brought you a gift."

As he said this, he waved his hand and asked the servant to bring the gift up.