Turning the tide in the Red Chamber

Chapter 132 [132] Teasing Hua Zifang
A stone of millet is nothing in normal times, but in a disaster year, it is enough for several families to survive. We will never forget, and dare not forget, your kindness to my Laohua family! "

"His aunt, I believe what you say, and I also believe what Zixiang said. The character of your old Hua's family is hard to pick. They are all neighbors, and they should help each other."

The middle-aged woman exchanged greetings with Mrs. Hua Wei, and then left in a hurry. The elder Hua’s family still had to go to greet her relatives. When rambling, the Hua family's business should not be delayed.

Huawei waved his hands with a smile, and yelled:
"Let's go, big guys, to pick up the new wife!"

In Dazhou, the status of women is low. Although Huawei is an elder, but because she is a woman, she cannot go to greet her relatives.

Father is not at home, so the wedding party can only be led by elder brother Hua Zifang.

The drummers played and beat, and amidst the cheerful and festive drumming, Hua Zixiang followed the wedding procession out of the house and walked towards the next village.

Yang Lin'er lives in the Yangjia Village next door. The distance between the two villages is not close, and there is a barren mountain in the middle.

The bandits probably rushed down from the barren hills and snatched away a stone of millet as a dowry.

But now, what Hua Zixiang is carrying on a pole is not millet, but sand.

But he couldn't even let the bandits snatch this bag of sand, because he already had a plan in his heart, how to disturb Huang's marriage without anyone noticing.

As soon as she walked out of the village entrance, Hua Zixiang stopped her eldest brother Hua Zifang, pretending to have a very dignified expression, and said flickeringly:

"Brother, I've checked with a fortune teller, we can't follow the main road to Yangjia Village to meet our relatives."

"Why?" Hua Zifang frowned, looking confused.

Hua Zixiang foolishly smiled and said:
"The fortune teller said that the avenue from our village to Yangjia Village is on the back of a dragon. If we ordinary people walk on the back of a dragon to welcome our relatives, we will not live a stable life in the future, because the earth dragon will appear at any time. May turn over, so life will always be in turmoil."

Now is the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the wisdom of the people has not yet been developed. The common people believe in the feudal superstitions of gods and ghosts.

Hua Zifang immediately believed Hua Zixiang's nonsense.

"Zixiang, what do you think we should do?" Hua Zifang had a bitter face, waiting for Hua Zixiang to make up her mind.

Hua Zixiang was overjoyed, but her face remained calm, and she said in a serious voice:

"We can only go around a long way."

Hua Zifang nodded reluctantly and said:

"That's all right, good things take time, let's take more wronged ways!"

A group of people walked around the field behind the village, made a big circle, and walked towards Yangjia Village to the sound of drum music.

When passing by a dense cornfield, Hua Zixiang suddenly covered her stomach and shouted with a sad face:
"Oops! I drank too much cold water this morning. My stomach hurts. Wait for me. I'm going to poop in the cornfield."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for everyone to respond, Hua Zixiang carried the bag of sand and burrowed into the depths of the corn field.

In fact, his stomach didn't hurt at all, and finding an excuse to get into the cornfield was just part of his plan.

After a while, Hua Zifang couldn't wait any longer, and urged with a loud voice:
"Zixiang, did you fall into the latrine? Why are you still not recovering?"

Hua Zixiang pretended to squat on the ground to poop, and shouted:
"Brother, my stomach hurts quite a bit, and I have to stretch for a while, and it's loose just now, and I don't have much strength to stretch, I don't want to delay your wedding, just leave me alone, let's go first!"

"That's fine, you give me the millet." Hua Zifang curled her lips, not wanting to wait for the second brother who lost the chain at this critical moment.

"Come in and get it yourself!" Hua Zixiang covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing.

"It's really a lazy donkey, a lazy horse, and a lot of shit!" Hua Zifang grumbled and complained, while burrowing into the impenetrable corn field.

This piece of corn field is extremely dense, and the field of vision is full of dense corn stalks.

Although the corn leaves were wilted due to the drought, but because the corn stalks were so densely planted, no one could be seen from three or four steps away.

"Zixiang, are you playing hide-and-seek with me? Where are you?"

Hua Zifang kicked deep in the corn field, and kicked shallowly. She was so anxious that she couldn't find anyone, and her face hurt from being scratched by the corn leaves. She became a little impatient and yelled angrily.

Hua Zixiang replied:

"I'm here!"

Hua Zifang walked up to him and asked curiously:

"How come your shit doesn't stink at all?"

As he said that, he glanced behind Zixiang, surprised to see that there was no shit on the ground, and said in surprise, "You haven't pulled it out yet?"

Hua Zixiang squatted on the ground pretendingly, and prevaricated:

"I pulled it to another place just now. I think it's too smelly, so I changed it here and continued to pull it."

"What's wrong with this?" Hua Zifang dismissed him and asked eagerly,
"Where did you put the millet?"

Hua Zixiang pointed in one direction, and casually said:

"Over there, about ten steps away."

Hua Zifang turned around and walked in the direction of his finger.

"Brother, be careful not to step on shit." Hua Zixiang resisted the urge to laugh, and pretended to remind her.

"Understood." Hua Zifang replied impatiently, and after walking a dozen steps, she managed to find the bag of millet among the dense corn stalks.

How did he know that the bag contained not millet at all, but sand.

"Squat here and pull slowly, I'll go first!"

Hua Zifang carried the pole on his shoulders, but almost crushed him to the ground. He felt that the bag of millet seemed to weigh more than a hundred catties, but now he was in a hurry to meet his relatives, so he groaned and got out without thinking much. cornfield.

Hearing the sound of drum music gradually fade away, Hua Zixiang stood up and followed the wedding party far away.

He had to see it with his own eyes to be at ease, and he would never let Hua Zifang marry Yang Lin'er.

At the same time, in the Yang family village.

Yang Lin'er has already changed into a peach red cheongsam that is not old.

This wedding dress was worn by her mother when she married her father, and it is the only decent set of clothes that the Yang family can afford.

Now that there is a famine, and there is no food to eat, how can I have extra money to make new clothes.

Yang Liner's father, Yang Feng, was sitting in the main hall, chatting with relatives and friends.

One of the male neighbors said with emotion:
"Zifang and Lin'er from the old Yang's family are also a good match. The marriage was arranged early in the morning, and the daughter is at home, so they can get a lot of food for a year!"

Yang Feng sighed with melancholy on his face:
"Who says it's not! I've urged you several times. To tell you the truth, I didn't ask their family for a bride price, but I asked for a stone of millet. Isn't it too much?"

"Not too much! Not too much, reasonable."

Relatives and friends spoke in agreement one after another, nodding frequently.

(End of this chapter)