Nine Chapters of Mystery Chapter 103 Marriage Beam
Not long after, I saw the old man presiding in front of the ancestral hall shouting: "Fellow folks, let's start the beam-taking ceremony! No matter you are old or young, all men please step in front of the marriage beam and pass God's blessings to the newlyweds through your
Express it with your palms!!”
After finishing speaking, I saw the red-faced tax collector walking slowly to the stone beam. The attendant behind him was holding a large pile of red envelopes in both hands.
The folks took pictures of beams to prove their marriage. Come on, folks, just come and take pictures!!"
As soon as these words came out, there were shouts of "good" and the place suddenly became lively.
The young and old men stepped forward one after another, and consciously formed a long queue in front of the stone beam.
Su Wangting also mingled in the group with a smile on his face.
"This jackpot is mine!!"
I saw the man at the head of the queue folding up his sleeves, clapped his hands, and took a deep breath.
Although the gesture was very impressive and the hand was raised high, the force of the final slap didn't even make a "pop" sound.
When Su Wangting saw this, he understood. Although it was impossible for ordinary people to break this stone beam, if he really used all his strength to break this stone beam, not to mention whether his hands hurt, it might be a provocation to the master's family.
It seems the trick is to make the thunder louder and the raindrops smaller.
The appearance is sufficient, showing that you have tried your best.
The use of small force represents respect for the host's family.
To put it bluntly, it's just a show.
To say it is a custom, it is better to say it is an entertainment program at the wedding.
Sure enough, the tax collector was very satisfied with the first man's performance. After thanking him with a smile, he gave him a red envelope.
The man congratulated loudly and happily received the red envelope.
However, the second man went even further and performed even more exaggeratedly.
I saw him doing another Zhama stance, and making a few more plausible luck moves. He took three deep breaths in front of the stone beam and then jumped up with a "Wow!", as if he really wanted to
Use your immense strength to break this stone beam with your bare hands.
But after he landed on the ground, he just tapped the stone beam with two fingers, and even said a playful "Hey" in his mouth, and then smiled and congratulated the tax collector.
"Not bad!!"
The tax collector seemed very satisfied with this man's performance. He laughed, patted his big belly, and gave him two red envelopes.
Since then, it has been out of control.
Each performance was more exaggerated than the last, and the whole audience burst into laughter. Just to please the host, many asked for two red envelopes.
But when it was Su Wangting's turn, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
Because he just stood silently in front of the stone beam without any expression, no matter how much the people behind him urged him, he was indifferent.
Seeing this, the tax official's face was obviously not happy. After looking him up and down, he frowned and said, "You...are not from this village?"
Su Wangting shook his head: "No. I'm just a passing stranger. Seeing a happy event, he shamelessly came to ask for a wedding drink."
The tax official laughed twice and said, "Since I'm here to congratulate you, of course I'm welcome. But why have you been standing in front of the wedding beam for so long without taking a photo?"
Su Wangting scratched his head: "What should I do if I accidentally break it?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place immediately fell silent.
But soon a hilarious "boom" burst out from the table.
The tax collector was also slapping his belly and laughing. He seemed very satisfied with this guy's performance, and he was able to push the atmosphere to a climax.
Su Wangting smiled bitterly and said, "I'm serious."
"Hahahahaha..."
The whole audience laughed even louder.
The tax collector patted his chest and laughed and said: "Okay, okay, don't joke anymore, hurry up and go have a wedding drink, I will reward you with five red envelopes!!"
"oh."
Su Wangting stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stone beam.
But when I pressed it, it didn't move for a long time.
"You want to take pictures?" the tax official urged.
Su Wangting retracted his hand and said with a smile: "The photo is finished."
"..."
The whole place fell silent again.
Anger climbed onto the tax collector's face again.
Is this guy really here to cause trouble?
"Kacha...kacha..."
Just as he was about to scold him, the tax collector suddenly heard a subtle cracking sound coming from the stone beams.
Then he took a breath and bent down to look.
But before he could bend down, there was a "bang" sound, and the thick stone beam was broken into two parts, and fell to the ground from the beam.
quiet……
All the villagers in the village were stunned.
Su Wangting smiled and pointed at the ground: "Ah, is it really broken?"
"this……"
The tax collector stared at the broken stone beam with a livid face, at a loss.
You must know that according to customs, if the stone beam is really broken, then his son's marriage must be canceled immediately!
"This...this, this, this..."
The tax collector pointed to the broken beam, stared at the old man next to him, and cast a look for help.
As the saying goes, old age is still hot, so the old host quickly put away the surprise on his face, laughed a few times, twirled his white beard and said: "This stone beam must have been placed on the open ground behind the ancestral hall for hundreds of years.
The wind and rain had made it brittle, but it broke on its own. This definitely does not represent God's will."
As he spoke, the old man waved to several strong men: "Go! Hurry and bring over the newly made wedding beams made last year, and the beam-beating ceremony will continue!"
Hearing this, the tax collector laughed and said: "Yes, yes, yes! The broken weathered stone beam does not represent God's will. We still have to invite a new marriage beam to make it count!"
"Oh, this little man deserves to die for his crime. He caused trouble to the adults' wedding banquet." Su Wangting pretended to be panicked and bowed repeatedly.
The tax collector waved his hand: "It's none of your business. As the saying goes, good things come in hard times. It seems that God attaches great importance to Quanzi's marriage. You can take pictures after the new Shi Liang is invited. I have many problems.
reward!"
After finishing speaking, only a humming sound was heard.
Eight strong men once again carried a stone beam over.
I saw that this square stone beam was actually larger than the previous one, and it seemed even thicker, probably weighing more than two thousand kilograms.
"Okay!! Only such a great marriage is worthy of the happy event of the tax collector's family!!"
"Yes, yes, yes, people are divided into three, six or nine classes. How can the marriage beam used for weddings in the tax collector's home be the same as ours?"
"Magnificent!! What a magnificent marriage!! This is really a good marriage!!"
"..."
During the dinner, there were constant shouts of flattery, which made this fat tax feel so proud that his face turned red again, and he thanked everyone with his hands.
The new stone beam was placed, and the tax official made a "please" gesture to Su Wangting: "Please ask this little brother to take the photo again, and let us continue the beam-tapping ceremony...ah no, let's continue."
Su Wangting slowly raised his hand and said with a smile: "I think this time I can count."
"Of course!! Please!!"
"oh."
Su Wangting's hand slowly placed on the stone beam again.
"Okay, the photo is finished." Su Wangting clapped his hands.
The tax collector's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he shouted: "You bastard! Where did you take the picture? It's not the same as before, you just put your hand on top!! Pat it hard!! Do you look down on me?"
As he spoke, the tax official rolled up his sleeves and cursed loudly: "Where did you come from, you little brat, you actually look down on me! If you don't pat your swollen hands today, I will kill you!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several strong men quickly gathered around and glared at Su Wangting.
"Click... click..."
The subtle cracking sound sounded again.
"boom!!"
The thick stone beam collapsed again, breaking into two pieces and falling to the ground.
"Huh!??"
Everyone in the audience shouted in unison.
The tax collector stared at the broken beam with a pale face and staggered back two steps: "Is this... is this a ghost?"
Su Wangting shrugged innocently: "Huh? Why did it break up again? Mr. Tax Collector, does this mean that God does not approve of this marriage?"
"Fuck your mother!!"
Su Wangting pointed to the broken beam and grinned: "But the marriage beam has been broken twice. According to custom, the marriage must be cancelled?"
"you!!"
The tax collector gritted his teeth and pointed at Su Wangting, and looked at the old man presiding over again.
The old man was quite steady. He coughed twice again and waved his hand: "As the saying goes, it only takes three times! It takes three times to count!!"
"But...but it seems there are no stone beams in our village!" the tax official said anxiously.
"It doesn't matter." The old man pointed to the broken beam on the ground, "As long as you are sincere, even half of the beam will do! Come on, re-erect this half of the stone beam. If it breaks again, it will count!"
Hearing this, the tax collector cast an admiring look at the old man and waved his hands: "Yes! As long as you want to be sincere, even a broken beam is the same! Come on, quickly put up the broken beam. If it breaks again, my son's marriage will be ruined."
Let’s give it up!!”
Su Wangting smiled and said: "Tax collector, how about I stop taking pictures and let the people behind you do it?"
"Fuck you! You kid won't be able to leave the village until your hands are swollen today!!" The tax official yelled again regardless of his image, and it seemed that he wanted to fight with Su Wangting.
But there is nothing he can do if he doesn't fight to the death.
Two stone beams were broken in a row. If the people were not afraid of his status as a tax collector, they would have been clamoring to break off the marriage.
So wherever you lose your face, you must find it somewhere.
Otherwise, where will his majesty be in the future?
After the broken beam was erected, the tax official did not ask Su Wangting to take pictures immediately this time. Instead, he cautiously looked around the broken beam.
Um.
The half stone beam is shorter.
Shorter means it is stronger and less likely to crack in the middle for no reason.
After looking back and forth twice, the tax collector nodded with satisfaction, pointed at Su Wangting and said angrily: "Come here and slap me hard! Hard, do you hear me?"
"oh."
Su Wangting walked forward expressionlessly and stood in front of the stone beam again.
Slowly raising his hand, Su Wangting said with a wicked smile: "Then, I took the photo?"
"What nonsense are you talking about! Shoot!!"
"oh."
That white palm, this time no longer just pressed on it, but actually slapped it down.
"Snapped!"
Not loud.
But Su Wangting's seemingly lazy shot did not look like he had used all his strength in the eyes of everyone.
But just perfunctory.
But this time, there was no "click" sound, and the half of the stone beam fell directly to the ground.
Broken in two again!
"Ah." Su Wangting jumped up and down, "I'm scared to death, why did it break again!!"
"Huh!?"
The tax collector's feet gave way and he almost fell.
"This...this, this, this...is this a ghost!?"
Then he looked at the old man in charge again for help.
The old man was dripping with cold sweat, scratched his head for a long time, and then said quietly: "Sir... sir, how about we give up on this marriage? This... this has been broken off three times. It seems that God is against this marriage."
"Fuck you!!!" the tax official was furious, pointing at the old man and the villagers at the table and yelling, "I don't care who is teasing me today, my son's marriage must go ahead!! If someone
If you dare to speak out against it, don’t blame me for making you unable to stay in this village!!”
The whole place was silent.
All the villagers lowered their heads one after another, how could they dare to oppose this tyrant in the village.
Although the tax collector of the royal palace does not have a high official rank, he holds an important position.
Local officials and wealthy households were very afraid.
This matter of concealing and underreporting taxes is very sensitive to the palace. Therefore, if the tax official wanted to punish them, it would be easy.
To put it bluntly, even if this tax collector acts arbitrarily, who in the local area would dare to offend him?
Report to the official?
joke.
Local officials are afraid that they cannot flatter the tax collectors enough, and ordinary people who dare to report to the officials are afraid of digging their own graves.
At this time, the old man in charge hesitated for a long time, and said with a smile: "Since...since you have spoken, let's skip the wedding ceremony and proceed with the marriage. Haha, of course no one dares to object to your family's happy event.
Yes, how can there be such a bold person?"
The tax collector spat at the stone beams on the ground, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Please show me some sense of identity! I'm holding a wedding today, and you all made me happy. What do you mean by looking so sullen!?"
"Their dark faces are because you don't follow the ancestral precepts and customs."
A faint voice came.
The tax collector turned around and saw the Sangmenxing, who had broken three stone beams in a row, glaring at him coldly.
"I think you are probably impatient. If it hadn't been a happy day for my son, I would have beaten you to death with a stick. Get out of here, you despondent thing."
Su Wangting raised the corners of his mouth and raised his hand to stop the old man who was about to announce the next part of the wedding.
The tax collector raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Do you have to seek death?"
"No."
Su Wangting slowly shook his head.
"Since it has been a custom for thousands of years, it must not be changed."
The tax collector sneered and asked, "What do you mean?"
Su Wangting smiled and said: "According to my opinion, your stupid son will not be lucky enough to marry this girl."
The tax collector was stunned when he heard this, and the veins on his forehead jumped. Then he stamped his feet at the strong man and roared: "Beat this man to death!! Really beat him to death!!!" This chapter has been completed!