After hearing this, the villagers raised their heads and looked in the direction the baby shouted. Zhang Dazhuang's legs and feet were trembling when he heard this. After all, he didn't believe that Fugui could marry a wife at all, so he boasted that he said such words. But God knew that Fugui could marry a wife, and that his skin was not as fair as usual.

Zhang Fugui led his wife, Li Jianmei, to come slowly. Since Fugui's family was poor and he had no special capital to dress up Li Jianmei, he bought a piece of red cloth for Li Jianmei and treated it as a wedding.

When Zhang Youcai watched his son Fugui and his daughter-in-law Jianmei slowly walked to him, he suddenly felt proud. After all, no one in the village had been able to marry a wife for a long time. This kind of happy event actually happened to his son Fugui, which surprised the villagers from time to time.

The most uncomfortable thing is Zhang Dazhuang. Zhang Dazhuang said that Fugui could not marry a wife. Now Fugui not only led his wife Jianmei to appear in front of the whole village, but also the rich wife in front of him was very pretty and charming. In an instant, Zhang Dazhuang felt like he was slapped in the face. He was so painful that he wanted to find a place to get in.

The bachelors in the village all envied the young wife beside Fugui, and grumbled and said, "Fugui is not sure that it is a blessing in his life. If you step on the luck of your shit, you can find such a good wife." The more these bachelors think about it, the more angry they become, they only blame themselves for their bad luck.

Zhang Youcai was very happy when he looked at the envy that the young and old men in the village had put on. He was about to talk to Dazhuang about the banquet. Zhang Youcai was not just talking. He had to let Dazhuang fulfill his promise. After all, Zhang Youcai knew that his family was poor and could not bear the blame.

Originally, the little food he had exchanged with his son Fugui to Yanjia Commune before could barely maintain his and his son Fugui's belly, but the compensation for the food was given as a big cake to the strong man. However, when he thought that a little food could be exchanged for such a beautiful daughter-in-law, Zhang Youcai found that he had gotten a huge advantage. Dazhuang said that again, so he wanted to get some more advantage.

Zhang Youcai glanced at the crowd with his eyes for a while, but he didn't notice Zhang Dazhuang. He became a little displeased and shouted, "Dazhuang, come out for the old man, do you think you are farting all the words you said?"

The villagers looked at me, and I looked at you, and there was another child's laughter, "Brother Dazhuang, why are you hiding? Uncle Youcai called you!"

Zhang Dazhuang felt a little ashamed, so he stood up reluctantly and looked at Zhang Youcai nodded and said, "Uncle Youcai, it was my fault just now. You must not take what the younger generation said to you!"

Zhang Youcai also smiled and said to Dazhuang: "What I said is that the uncle didn't take it to heart, but the uncle remembered it in his heart. You are a dignified seven-foot man, can you speak as farts!"

Zhang Dazhuang was a little unaware of his family's conditions, but he also knew the conditions of his family. The situation at home was not much better than that of a wealthy family. If he agreed to Uncle Youcai, his family would have to drink the northwest wind. However, if he didn't agree to Uncle Youcai, his family would be in a bad mood. After all, the people in the village always believed in the truth. If they wanted to be poor and have ambitions, they had to be straightforward. They should not be considered as farts. To put it bluntly, they would be better face.

Zhang Dazhuang turned his head in a hurry and said to Zhang Youcai: "Uncle Youcai, you see, the wife of the Fugui brother is so beautiful. I knew that Fugui could find a wife. The words I just said were just teasing you! It was also very lively and lively. Are you right, Uncle Youcai?"

I saw Zhang Youcai still holding the gong and drum in his hand without saying a word. Zhang Dazhuang snatched a pair of gongs from Zhang Youcai and kept beating it. He said from time to time: "Dear fellow villagers, fellow villagers, my elder brother is very happy and wants to get married and get married. Our village is famous for its loyalty. It is better for us to join us together, so that we can make the rich brothers lively, and we can't let the rich new wife underestimate our Zhangjia Village. Are you right?"

Seeing that no one in the village was willing to pay attention to him, Zhang Dazhuang, he continued, "Groupe, let's do it! I've worked hard. In order to make our brothers' wealthy wedding lively, half of the food I have to go out of my family, right! It's enough for the rest of the villagers to piece together, what do you think?"

When Zhang Youcai heard Da Zhuang say something, he knew that the situation of each family was the same in the past year, and no one had a good situation, so he said to Da Zhuang: "Da Zhuang, it's not difficult for you. Just give out some food rations and help your brother wealth and shout for the marriage."

After Zhang Youcai finished speaking, he said to his fellow villagers: "Dear fellow villagers, all elders, I, Zhang Youcai, have a son in middle age. Now my son has grown up. Fugui should have been married long ago. To be more humble, other people's children will make soy sauce, but we have not been married yet. Everyone in our village knows that it is because our family is poor and no girl is willing to marry into our village. Now, Fugui can finally marry a wife. I know that the situation of all fellow villagers is not particularly easy, but the old man Youcai, I beg you to help me and let Fugui hold a wedding in a grand manner. Just think that it is what I, Zhang Youcai, owe the fellow villagers. When our situation is better, I will return it to the fellow villagers as much as possible, and at the same time thank the fellow villagers for their great kindness."

After Zhang Youcai finished speaking, he bowed to the villagers. The villagers muttered and were willing to take out a ration from home to make the Fugui wedding lively. Therefore, the villagers said bustlingly: "I am willing...I am willing...I am willing...I am willing...

At this moment, the village chief Zhang Tianyou walked over with a crutch and said to the villagers: "The villagers are right. Fugui is also the old man in our village who grew up. I also watched Fugui grow up with my second son Jianguo, so Fugui is half of me. Now Fugui is about to marry a wife, so how can I do if I am a village chief? So I took out my daughter Hong, who has been hiding for twenty years, to celebrate with Fugui."

When Zhang Youcai heard that the village chief Zhang Tianyou was able to take out his daughter Hong, who had been in the cellar for many years, to celebrate Fugui, he was excited and grateful. He looked at the village chief with tears and then at the fellow villagers, and felt an indescribable touch and gratitude in his mouth.

Standing beside Zhang Youcai, son Fugui and daughter-in-law Jianmei, both thanked the villagers and the village chief for their kindness.

In this way, Zhang Dazhuang beat gongs and drums back and forth in the village. The sound of gongs and drums shook the earth. The desolation of the whole village for a long time suddenly became hot. When people passing by the village passed by the village, they would hear the sound of gongs and drums. People outside the village would say in confusion: "Isn't this Zhangjia Village poor anymore? Why are you still beat gongs and drums? Could it be that Zhangjia Village can also marry a wife?"

At this time, the village of Zhangjia Village was very lively. Every household in the village was carrying tables, I held bowls, and he posted wedding couplets. Everyone had a division of labor. Everyone was both a guest and a worker. Everyone was happy and uncomfortable. It was a long time since the village was so lively.

Zhang Fugui's father Zhang Youcai saw the villagers busy with their son's wedding, and he remembered them all in his eyes and in his heart. He held a dilapidated notebook in his hand and remembered who provided bowls and chopsticks, who provided rice and grain, who worked, etc., and remembered all the big and small things in this notebook, just to make a better life in the future and return them.

After all, people in the village attach importance to human feelings. There is a saying in the local area: "If you give me a peach, I have to give you a plum." This is what people often say about repaying their favor! However, after the villagers change their words, they naturally became a local catchphrase.

The aunts and aunts in the village knew what the new wife looked like, so they competed for the land to dress up the rich wife Li Jianmei. Although Zhang Fugui is the protagonist today, he also worked a lot. He was proficient in carrying water, chopping wood, and boiling water. After all, people in the village will feel uncomfortable when they are free. It is better to work diligently and sweat like a busy person.

After a while, the sky gradually darkened. The aunts and aunts in the village brought the carefully dressed bride up. The bride Li Jianmei covered her head with a red cloth. Although she did not have new clothes, she was dressed appropriately.

The dolls in the village were clapping their hands around the bride, happily talking about the local marriage mantra, "The bride is wearing flower clothes and red on her head...

Zhang Fugui saw his bride, Li Jianmei, carefully dressed up by the aunt in the village, and looked more beautiful and dignified. Although the bride was covered with a red veil, he could not see the bride's appearance, but he could guess the rough one from Li Jianmei's clothes and her ponytail.

There is another local custom that when the bride steps into the groom's home, it needs to step on the tiles. This is all in particular. Crossing the bulb means prosperity, more children and more blessings, and a prosperous population in the coming year. Stepping on the tiles means a piece of peace (years) of tiles.

The villagers had already set up a brazier in front of Zhang Fugui's house. The fire in the brazier was very hot, and a few tiles were placed in front of the brazier. Under the guidance of his aunt and aunt, the bride, Li Jianmei, stepped over the brazier and crushed the tiles. For a moment, the bustling cheers of Zhang Youcai's house sounded.

Next is the etiquette that villagers pay most attention to when getting married, which is to worship the heaven, earth, the king, the family and the teacher. The bride Li Jianmei and the groom Zhang Fugui were surrounded by a group of dolls. The father Zhang Youcai sat in the main hall in his dirt house. A portrait was hung on the wall of the main hall, with a small wooden table and two chairs placed on the hem of the portrait. The table was filled with some fruits and fruits that the villagers had pieced together.

Zhang Youcai sat on one of the two chairs. The other chair was supposed to be Fugui's mother, but his mother died of dysfunction when giving birth to him, so she was vacant.

Zhang Dazhuang stood beside Zhang Youcai and shouted at the top of his voice: "The bride and groom worship the heaven and earth, one worship the heaven and earth, two worship the high hall, and finally the couple worship each other and sent them to the bridal chamber." Zhang Fugui and Li Jianmei received the same greeting as Zhang Dazhuang said and then moved to the side room.
Chapter completed!