"You may not know that my son has been engaged to the daughter of Lao Sun's family in the village. He didn't ask for any bride price, just wanted a stone of millet."
Look, if there is such a stone of Xiaomi, wouldn’t it be a good marriage between the two children?
So, if you don’t have this stone millet, you won’t be able to get through me.”
......
On the other hand, under the leadership of Hua Zifang, the wedding party rushed to Yangjia Village with the joyful and festive drums and music.
The fragrance of flowers lingers far behind, hiding all the way, quietly following them.
As Hua Zixiang expected, there were indeed no robbers blocking the road along the way.
But today, Hua Zifang wants to marry Lu'er, which is definitely more difficult than climbing to the sky.
Seeing that Hua Zifang led the wedding party and walked to Yang Feng's door, Hua Zixiang hid behind a big locust tree more than ten meters behind, secretly staring at the movement at the door.
Amid the joyful drums and music, Hua Zifang walked up to knock on the door.
A burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the Yang family's yard:
"Go away quickly, go see the groom!"
A middle-aged woman could be heard vaguely: "Lu'er, what are you doing?"
"Mom, I want to see what Brother Zifang is dressing today? Is he more heroic than usual?"
"Oh, you new wife, what's the matter with you?"
"Mom~"
"Get in, this kid, go in!"
Although Hua Zixiang couldn't see the situation inside through the courtyard wall, she could guess that Lu'er wanted to come out to watch the fun, but was pushed back to the house by her mother.
According to custom, before a bride gets married, she must cover her red veil and cannot easily show up.
Soon, the gate of the courtyard opened.
There were already a large group of villagers watching the fun around.
Yang Feng and his wife walked out of the yard accompanied by relatives and friends.
Hua Zifang walked up to him and bowed and smiled flatteringly:
"Dad, I'll come and pick up Lu'er back to get married."
Yang Feng waved his hand and stopped him:
"Don't rush to change my words and call me dad, have you brought Xiaomi?"
Hua Zifang carried the red cloth bag to Yang Feng, and smiled with a gloomy face:
"Take it, take a look."
Yang Feng smiled with satisfaction and nodded, "I can trust your old flower family's character, so I don't need to read it."
As he said that, he reached out to carry the red cloth bag.
Hearing this, the flowers hiding behind the big locust tree sank their fragrance. What should I do?
If Yang Feng didn't know that there was sand in the bag, then Hua Zifang would have been confused.
Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, Yang Feng suddenly changed his face. He held the red cloth bag in his hands and weighed it a few times, muttering in confusion:
"Huh? No, why is this bag so heavy? It must be more than one stone, I'm afraid it will be 150 kilograms!"
Hua Zifang was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly pretended to wave his hand generously:
"If you have an extra fifty kilogram, you will get an extra fifty kilogram. Just think that I respect you!"
Yang Feng shook his head and said with a stern look:
"Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, one code is one code. Since I said that as long as your old flower family has a stone of millet, it will only be one stone, and you will never need it, so as not to be chewed by the villagers and poke the backbone, saying that I am Yang Feng
I love to take advantage of it.”
After saying that, he looked at his son next to him and ordered:
"Dong'er, go and get a sack and we'll give the excess millet to others."
"Okay!" Dong'er ran back to the yard, took a sack and handed it to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng untied the rope that tied the red cloth bag with his own hands.
The next moment, he took a breath of cold air, trembling all over.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Dong'er asked curiously.
Yang Feng was extremely angry and cursed at the top of his voice:
"I've really lost my virtue for eight lifetimes! Dong'er, look at it yourself, what's in this bag?"
Dong'er came over and glanced into the red cloth bag. She was so angry that she jumped straight into her foot and cursed:
"Your old flower family is too damaged! You actually use sand to pretend to be Xiaomi! Are you trying to trick my sister into passing the door?"
Seeing this scene, Hua Zixiang, who was hiding behind the locust tree, breathed a little relieved. Her plan finally worked. In this way, my elder brother probably won’t be able to marry Luer today.
The next moment, Hua Zifang shouted:
"Impossible! I helped my mother pour millet into this red cloth bag with my own hands. How could it turn into sand?"
Yang Feng reached out and grabbed a handful of sand from the bag, threw it on Hua Zifang's face, and angrily shouted:
"You see it yourself!"
Hua Zifang didn't care about the sand that hit her face, and rushed forward like crazy, pulled open the cloth bag and looked in.
"Oh! Why is it really sand?"
After saying that, he sat down on the ground, like a fish that was thrown on the ice and struggling to death. He kept breathing heavily, unable to say a word.
Yang Feng pointed at Hua Zifang's nose and gritted his teeth and said:
"You bastard, how dare you use sand to fool our old Yang family? Don't want to marry Lu'er today!"
Hua Zixiang, who was hiding behind the big locust tree, felt very determined in her heart. It seemed that the eldest brother would definitely not be able to marry Luer today.
However, at this time, Hua Zifang was frowning, her facial features were twisted into a mess, and she almost cried anxiously.
The third brother Hua Zifen is eccentric and has many ghosts. He leaned into Hua Zifang's ear and whispered:
"Brother, you're here to stay and stay here first, I'll go back to find my mother."
Hua Zifang's eyes lit up, as if the drowning water saw the life-saving straw, and hurriedly waved his hand and urged:
"Then you go!"
Hua Zifen turned around and stepped on her two short legs, then ran away.
Although he is only ten years old this year, he runs like a little bastard, running very fast.
Seeing that Hua Zifen suddenly ran away, Yang Feng had guessed what he wanted to do and sneered:
"Is this going to bring reinforcements? OK! I'm giving up my old face, just waiting at this door. When Zifang's mother comes, I'll see how she explains?"
After saying that, he squatted down and asked his son to have a cigarette pipe pot, and smoked a dry tobacco.
Seeing that Hua Zifen ran over from her side like a small wild donkey, Hua Zifen hid behind the big locust tree to prevent Hua Zifen from seeing it.
Looking at Hua Zifen's back as she gradually drifted away, Hua Zixiang secretly thought in her heart, how should she deal with it after Hua Wei arrives later.
Although this mother usually likes to laugh, and has kind eyes like a Maitreya Buddha, she is actually very scheming and has a clear mind. It is not that easy to deceive her.
Although it is difficult to get away with Hua Wei, Hua Zixiang does not regret it at all. He is a man who dares to act and behaves. Since he has done it, then do it.
For the sake of Lu'er, even if I do it again, I, Hua Zixiang, would still choose to do this.
After about two incense sticks, Hua Wei and Hua Zifen gradually approached and appeared in their sight.