Turning the tide in the Red Chamber

Chapter 133 [133] Shi Ji

Yang Feng continued to complain:
"You may not know that my son is already engaged to the daughter of the old Sun's family in the village, and she doesn't want any bride price, just a stone of millet."

No, Lu'er and Lu'er's mother and I combined it together. You see, if there is such a stone of millet, it will not only complete the marriage of the two children.right?

So, if you don't have this stone of millet, you won't be able to get through here. "

On the other side, under the leadership of Hua Zifang, the wedding party rushed to Yangjia Village accompanied by cheerful and festive drum music.

Hua Zixiang is far behind, lurking all the way, quietly following.

As Hua Zixiang expected, there were indeed no robbers blocking the way along the way.

But today, if Hua Zifang wants to marry Lu'er, it must be more difficult than reaching the sky.

Watching Hua Zifang leading the wedding party to the door of Yang Feng's house, Hua Zixiang hid behind a big locust tree more than ten meters away, secretly watching the movement at the door.

Amidst the beaming drum music, Hua Zifang stepped forward and knocked on the door.

There was a burst of laughter in the Yang family's yard:

"Come on, let's go see the bridegroom!"

Vaguely, a middle-aged woman's questioning voice could be heard: "Lu'er, what are you doing out here?"

"Mother, I want to see how Brother Zifang is dressed today? Is he more heroic than usual?"

"Hey, you new daughter-in-law, what's the matter with you coming out?"

"Mother~"

"Go in, kid, go in!"

Although Hua Zixiang couldn't see the situation inside through the courtyard wall, she could guess that it was Lu'er who wanted to come out to watch the fun, but was pushed back into the house by her mother.

According to the custom, the bride must wear a red hijab before going to court and getting married, so she cannot easily show her face.

Soon, the courtyard door opened.

A large group of villagers watching the excitement had already gathered around.

Accompanied by relatives and friends, Yang Feng and his wife walked out of the courtyard.

Hua Zifang stepped forward and bowed her hands, and said with a flattering smile:
"Father, I'm here to pick up Lu'er and go back to worship at the hall to get married."

Yang Feng waved his hand and stopped him:
"Don't be in a hurry to call me Dad, have you brought Xiaomi?"

Hua Zifang slipped the red cloth bag to Yang Feng, and said with a smile on her face:

"Here it is, take a look."

Yang Feng nodded with a satisfied smile, "I can trust the character of your Laohua family, so don't look at it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to carry the red cloth bag.

Hearing this, Hua Zixiang, who was hiding behind the big locust tree, felt a sinking heart, what should I do?

If Yang Feng didn't know that there was sand in the bag, Hua Zifang would have been fooled.

When he was thinking hard about the countermeasures, he saw Yang Feng's face suddenly changed, he weighed the red cloth bag in his hands a few times, and murmured suspiciously:

"Huh? No, why is this bag so heavy? It must be more than a stone, maybe a hundred and fifty catties!"

Hua Zifang was also taken aback for a moment, but he quickly waved his hand pretending to be generous:
"If you have an extra fifty catties, it's good to have an extra fifty catties. It's my honor to honor your old man!"

Yang Feng shook his head, and said firmly:

"Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, and one yard is one yard. Since I said that you only need a stone of millet from Lao Hua's family, then you only need one stone, and never ask for more, so as not to be chewed by the villagers, poke the spine, and say that I am Yang Feng. Love takes advantage."

After finishing speaking, he looked at his son next to him and ordered:
"Dong'er, go and get a sack, let's return the extra millet."

"Okay!" Dong'er ran back to the yard, took a sack, and handed it to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng untied the rope binding the red cloth bag with his own hands.

The next moment, he gasped, trembling with anger.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Dong'er asked curiously.

Yang Feng was extremely angry, and cursed at the top of his voice:

"It's really missing eight lifetimes of virtue! Dong'er, take a look for yourself, what's in this bag?"

Dong'er leaned over, took a look into the red cloth bag, jumped up in anger, and cursed:
"You Laohua's family is too bad! You even used sand to pretend to be millet! Are you trying to trick my sister?"

Seeing this scene, Hua Zixiang, who was hiding behind the locust tree, heaved a sigh of relief, her strategy finally worked, so the eldest brother should not be able to marry Lu'er today.

The next moment, Hua Zifang yelled:
"Impossible! I helped my mother pour the millet into this red cloth bag with my own hands. How could it have turned into sand?"

Yang Feng reached out and grabbed a handful of sand from the bag, threw it on Hua Zifang's face, and angrily said:
"look by youself!"

Hua Zifang didn't care about the crackling sand on her face at all, she rushed up like crazy, pulled open the cloth bag and looked inside.

"Oh! Why is it really sand?"

After speaking, he slumped on the ground, like a dying fish thrown on the ice, gasping for breath, unable to utter a word.

Yang Feng pointed at Hua Zifang's nose, gritted his teeth and said:

"You bastard, how dare you use sand to fool our old Yang family, you don't want to marry Lu'er today!"

Hua Zixiang, who is hiding behind the big locust tree, is determined. It seems that the eldest brother will definitely not be able to marry Lu'er today.

However, at this time Hua Zifang was frowning, her facial features twisted into twists, and she almost cried.

The third younger brother Hua Zifen is quaint and full of ghosts, he leans into Hua Zifang's ear and whispers:

"Brother, you stay here and don't leave. I'll go back and find my mother."

Hua Zifang's eyes lit up, as if the drowning water had seen a life-saving straw, and hurriedly waved and urged:
"Then you go!"

Hua Zifen turned around, opened her short legs, and ran away.

Although he is only ten years old this year, he runs like a little brat, running fast.

Seeing that Hua Zifen ran away suddenly, Yang Feng had already guessed what he wanted to do, and said with a sneer:

"Is this going to rescue soldiers? All right! I've put aside my old face, and I'm just waiting at this door. When Zifang's mother comes, how can I see her explaining it?"

After finishing speaking, he squatted down, asked his son for a pipe and pot, and smoked a pipe.

Seeing Hua Zifen running past her like a little wild donkey, Hua Zixiang hid behind the big locust tree to avoid being seen by Hua Zifen.

Looking at Hua Zifen's back that was drifting away, Hua Zixiang secretly planned in her heart, how to deal with Hua Wei's arrival after a while.

Don't look at this girl who loves to smile, and looks like a Maitreya Buddha with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. In fact, she is very smart, and her heart is like a mirror. It is not so easy to deceive her.

Although it was difficult to fool around in front of Hua Wei, Hua Zixiang had no regrets at all, he was a man who dared to act, if he did it, he would do it.

For Lu'er, even if I do it all over again, Hua Zixiang will still choose to do this.

After about two sticks of incense, the gradually approaching figures of Hua Wei and Hua Zifen appeared in the field of vision.

(End of this chapter)