Song Tuanyuan asked her: "How old are you? You're not even eighteen yet!"
Wang Yulan was stunned for a moment, yes, she is not yet eighteen, but now she has given birth to three children...
"You are also a little girl, but because you got married early, you shouldered the responsibility of the family early!" Song Tuanyuan entered the house and took out a silver hairpin with tassels on it, which was very beautiful.
It was inserted into Wang Yulan's head.
"Let's go have some fun!" Song Tuanyuan said.
Wang Yulan's heart moved and she nodded.
Wang Yulan washed her face, put on her best clothes, dressed up briefly, and went out with Song Xiaoxiao.
Today there is a begging party in the village, and all the girls in the village will go there.
Song Tuanyuan sat under the grape trellis in the yard with her little daughter in her arms, counting the stars and coaxing the child. The little daughter's baby talk and the constant chirping of grasshoppers were plain and real.
Song Shuangxi participated in the Qiqiao Festival for the first time, and her face turned red with excitement. She was pulled by Song Hehua and others to join the dancing team beside the torch. She couldn't dance and was a little shy, but she wanted to dance with her in her heart.
The village girl approaches.
Wang Yulan and Song Tiantian were watching from the side with envy on their faces.
She is already married, so she can no longer dance inside or participate in begging for luck. She can only be a bystander.
But even so, she felt satisfied.
I haven't felt this relaxed for a long time.
There were fireworks blooming not far away, and someone shouted.
"It's in the direction of Chenjiacun. I heard that the young master of the Shui family is getting engaged to the young daughter of the town master today!" someone shouted.
"Didn't the young master marry a wife once?" someone asked.
"Dead long ago, this is the second one!"
…
Song Shuangxi was stunned for a moment. She stood blankly, with those two words swirling in her mind - dead, dead...
"Shuangxi, what's wrong?" Song Hehua saw Song Shuangxi in a daze and pushed her.
Song Shuangxi came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's okay..."
"No problem, let's go begging for skill and see who can keep the needle floating for the longest time and who has the most skillful hands!"
During the Qiqiao Festival, unmarried girls in the village would bring out a needle and put it in a bucket that had been left in the sun for a day. Whoever's needle sank the latest would indicate whose skill was better.
Song Shuangxi touched the embroidery needle on her chest and nodded.
"It's time to beg for luck!" someone shouted. Everyone gathered around to worship the Weaver Girl, and then everyone took out their embroidery needles.
"Let's count one, two, and three together!" Song Hehua shouted.
Song Shuangxi nodded and nervously clenched the embroidery needle in his hand.
"One, two, three!" Everyone shouted, and as soon as the word "three" was pronounced, everyone's embroidery needles fell into the bucket.
Some of the needles went directly into the water with their heads downwards. The little girl stamped her feet anxiously, causing people to burst into laughter. Some of the needles landed firmly on the water.
Song Shuangxi and Song Hehua were both lying on the water.
Slowly, everyone's embroidery needles began to sink, and finally only those of Song Shuangxi and Song Hehua were left.
Song Hehua is a well-known skillful girl in the village. She has been embroidering her own purses and selling them since she was ten years old, so it is not surprising that Song Hehua can persist in her embroidery needles.
Song Shuangxi didn't go out much on weekdays, and because she went to attend weddings, everyone had some strange opinions about Song Shuangxi. Now that her embroidery needles and Song Hehua's embroidery needles were left on the water side by side, everyone became excited and shouted loudly.
Shouted.
Song Shuangxi's face turned red and she was a little embarrassed.
She had never been paid attention to by so many people. She wanted to reach out to take back her embroidery needle, but Song Hehua grabbed her arm.
"What are you doing? You haven't fallen yet!" Song Hehua said.
Song Shuangxi whispered: "I give up, I don't have your skill!"
Song Hehua laughed: "This is just a game, don't take it seriously!"
Song Shuangxi had no choice but to take his hand back and nodded.
Song Shuangxi's needle finally slowly dropped downwards.
Song Shuangxi breathed a sigh of relief slowly.
She didn't want to win against Song Hehua.
Song Hehua was the first girl in the village to extend a hand of friendship to her, and she didn't want to lose her.
In the end Song Hehua won.
Song Hehua smiled beautifully and held Song Shuangxi's hand.
Song Shuangxi smiled and was really happy for Song Hehua.
Because she had her first friend, Song Shuangxi was extremely happy. As soon as she got home, she told Song Tuanyuan about the Qiqiao Festival.
"You should play with more children of the same age!" Song Tuanyuan said, looking at Song Shuangxi's cheerful smile, she also felt happy.
Previously, the matter of going to Song Daji was delayed because of the Shui family's affairs. Now that the Shui family's matter was almost settled, Song Tuanyuan and Song Fugui brought up the matter again.
Song Fugui immediately handed over the family affairs to Song Shuangxi and set out on the road the next day.
According to the memory of the original owner, Song Daji should have been divorced in the spring of next year, exactly three years after marrying into her husband's family.
Song Daji married into a place called Ershilipu, which is considered a small town and is more developed than Qingshan Town in terms of geographical location.
Song Tuanyuan searched the memory of the original owner. That year, the matchmaker came with a dull-looking man, saying that he came to Songjia Village from out of town to find a wife, and the family wanted to take advantage of some money.
At first Song Xiucai looked down upon that man, but at that time Song Xiucai had begun to fall ill and was unable to take charge of matters at home.
The original owner was jealous of money, so he married Song Daji after accepting a bride price of five taels of silver.
On the day of Song Daji's wedding, the Song family didn't even have a banquet. Song Daji just wore the wedding dress that the original owner wore when they got married, got on the man's ox cart and left.
The original owner still felt sorry for that beautiful wedding dress for several days.
Searching out the memories, Song Tuanyuan couldn't help but sigh several times.
In his previous life, Song Daji was abandoned and did not return to Songjia Village. Firstly, he was afraid of going back, and secondly, he was also resentful, right?
Song Fugui drove the car and walked for three days and finally arrived at the town called Ershilipu.
This town is very prosperous because it is not far from Taiping City and is full of people doing business.
According to what the matchmaker said, the family that Song Daji married opened a grocery store in the town and had only one son.
With such conditions, and in this town, it is very strange to have to go to the remote place of exile, Songjia Village, to find a wife.
But back then, the original owner only saw the money, but did not think deeply about the problems involved.
Song Fugui went to inquire about the Gou family, but was rolled his eyes.
Song Fugui was a little confused and came back to talk to Song Tuanyuan about the matter.
"Let's find a place to stay first!" Song Tuanyuan said, "We'll ask after we stay!"
Song Fugui looked at this prosperous town and didn't know where he lived for a while.
There were inns in the town, but their appearance was very luxurious, even more luxurious than the largest restaurant in Qingshan Town. Song Fugui was a little timid.
"A poor family has a rich road!" Song Tuanyuan said, walking to an inn with many customers, and went to the front desk with a smile.