Chapter 9 No wedding

Author: chopping wood and carrying water

Chapter 9 No wedding

A month passed so peacefully. At this moment, she stared at the household registration book and marriage certificate in her hand and was dazed and shed tears. Her hard days were about to begin. She didn't know when this day would be, and she didn't know if she could survive. For his Viagra and for the children in her belly, she had to be strong. She missed home, missed her mother, missed her sister, and missed the home that was broken because of her. Alas, just treat it as atonement.

Because Ma Guoli is not the first marriage, because neither of them has any relatives, because she is the wife she picked up, because Ma Guoli doesn't care about any form, because she is ten thousand and ten thousand reluctant, and because of many reasons, there is no wedding.

But Ma Guoli was still happy. When he was going through the procedures in the county, he specially found a familiar butcher who used local specialties to cut more than ten kilograms of meat. He put it on the stove and she and Cui Xiulan, who came to help, began to get along with her. While busy, Cui Xiulan taught her some rules here: The rules here are simple, and can be explained in one sentence, that is, in the future, you have to circle around the man, eat and wear clothes, focus on your man first, get up earlier than him, and go to bed later than him, listen to him and serve him well.

She was busy silently, listening, none of these things was a matter, she didn't care, and the moment she made up her mind to marry this man, she was ready to suffer any sin, because it was her retribution, and she deserved it! Compared with the sin she committed, this was not a matter. She had been ready to accept all this, without saying a word until the day when she could not take it.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Cui Xiulan was worried and said: Another thing is that women are not allowed to eat on the table, we can only eat on the stove.

Cui Xiulan was afraid that she would not accept this, because she heard that women in the city were eating at the same table with men. The female cadres from the county were extremely angry about this, so they convened a special meeting between women and women to preach to them what gender equality is, encouraged them to fight and demanded them to resist. But as soon as the county cadres left, they all obediently returned to the stove because they knew that men were the gods here, and they dared not disobey and had no ability to disobey.

Cui Xiulan was afraid that this woman from outside could not accept it, but the facts proved that Cui Xiulan was overthinking her. When Zhang Caixia heard this, a hint of relief flashed across her face. Cui Xiulan was puzzled after realizing it. How could she understand Zhang Caixia’s thoughts? This was exactly what Zhang Caixia wanted. Compared with her handsome, handsome, tall Viagra, this stingy and mad eyes, the dirty and vulgar Ma Guoli looked at her and made people want to vomit. She should not eat with this man who was more rustic than his father. One thousand don’t want to 10,000 don’t want to 10,000 don’t want to 1.00, she was worried about how to face this man in the future, and it would be best not to see him! Especially when eating and sleeping, it is best not to let her see him. You can turn on the light when sleeping. If you see him during dinner, can you still eat him? Compared with her Viagra, this man makes her disgusted and makes her nauseous. This is just right, it’s clean!

There is no need to send invitations to the village's wedding events, nor do you need to go door to door to invite them. The aroma of stewed meat floated out of the pot, spreading through the house, and floating to all directions of the village. The aroma of meat is only available during the Chinese New Year. Everyone is more sensitive to this smell than a dog's nose. When they smell it, there are about 20 people coming first. The small house cannot squeeze into such people, so the courtyard is full of people. Ma Guoli greets everyone happily, busy making cigarettes while accepting everyone's blessings. Everyone glances at the bride on the stove, congratulates, and laughs and teasing the idle chapters. The rest is swallowing and waiting for the meal to start...

The wedding banquet was out of the pot and steamed to everyone's hands. Each of them had a bowl of noodles. This was the skill the bride learned from her mother. Although it was not used to use ribs, it was just a picture of the cat and painted. Although her mother was not good at learning, it was a noodles with two thin slices of meat. In addition, the bride was particularly particular about aesthetics. The meat was meat, soup was soup, noodles were noodles, and with green onions, the noodles seemed as refreshing as this beautiful lady. It was a Jiangnan style look, completely different from the whistle noodles, saliva noodles, and umami noodles that the villagers often eat, and there was no meat.

The bride held the steaming noodles in her delicate hands and handed them to everyone's hands. Through the steaming heat, the bride's white and pink face was faintly sad. This was what she asked for. She didn't want to cry for these irrelevant people. All the men who met were stunned when they saw it and almost dropped the bowl on the ground. The bride seemed to have been used to it, and she reminded without expression: Take it hard, be careful to be hot.

The farmers immediately began to twist. Fortunately, they were dark and thick, and they couldn't see blushing. A row of white and yellow teeth appeared and smiled: Ho, ho, it's really hot!

As he said that, he quickly pretended to put his two fingers in front of his mouth and blew the air, but his eyes were still on the bride's face. It was a face that was free from the low-level fun, with no joy or sorrow, just like all this had nothing to do with her, and great compassion was like a goddess of Guanyin shining in the glow of light. Anyway, everything was like, but it was not like a bride, a wedding without weddings, a bride who was not like a bride, a bowl of big noodles without ribs...

All this does not reduce people's enthusiasm for participation at all, just like we are going to watch concerts and football games now. We know that there is nothing good about it, but we still can't help but want to watch it. It's like meeting two people fighting on the road, and we are also watching around a bunch of people on the inside and outside!

At that time, it was quite luxurious to have such a bowl of meat noodles in such a remote mountain village. Although it was called Jiangnan, it was not Jiangnan after all. We have never seen this Jiangnan noodles in our lifetime, but compared with this bride, that side would not be worth mentioning, because that side was not sour or spicy, and in addition to being good-looking, it was not to suit everyone's taste. The bride would be different. It seemed that the men in the world had surprisingly consistent taste, and they wanted to behave in appearance.

What is a beautiful and delicious meal? This is what I am talking about, it’s so fresh! I’m so hungry that I’m talking about drooling. I’m talking about dough, please don’t think about it!

The delicious and juicy noodles spread like this, and the ten thousand spread. Everyone rushed over from all over the countryside and lined up to eat noodles. More and more people came, and the meat was cut thinner and thinner. It didn't matter if there were not so many bowls. After the people in front of them finished eating in a few seconds, they praised and said, "Put down the bowl and wiped their mouths and left." Cui Xiulan took the empty bowl and rinsed it in the basin and then served the next one. The village lacked water, so the hygiene was no longer important. Such a flowing water table would be dissipated until dark.

Ma Guoli held the noodles in his hand and took a few bites. He found that the bride and Cui Xiulan were busy cleaning the stove. There was no hair left in the pot. So he walked up and handed the bowl to the bride. Zhang Caixia was so nervous just now that she couldn't feel it. Now she relaxed, and her problems immediately all came. When she saw the meat fishy smell, her heart was surging. She quickly turned her head and held back and said: Eat, I'm not hungry.

Choi Xiulan was immediately jealous when she saw her: Yoyo, when did you learn to love others?

Seeing that Zhang Caixia was not answered, Ma Guoli thought about it, and put the bowl on the stove, turned around and picked up a plate of yam eggs and wine bottles, walked to the table, sat down and drank. Cui Xiulan saw that Zhang Caixia was not going to serve her face, and looked at the two of them and said: You are not hungry, so I will eat it. It will be delicious if it cools down.

Cui Xiulan looked at the pillar dragging Zhang Caixia again, took an empty bowl, picked half a bowl of noodles and said: I'll eat half a bowl, and give the rest to Zhuzi.

After saying that, he ate the noodles in a few seconds, rinsed the bowl, and said goodbye and left.

After packing the stove, Zhang Caixia picked up the half bowl of noodles, suppressed her desire to vomit, put it on a small stool, pulled over Zhuzi, picked up the thin transparent slices of meat with chopsticks, and fed it into Zhuzi's mouth. After Zhuzi finished eating the noodles, Zhang Caixia hugged him and looked at the room carefully.

At this moment, she felt that this room belonged to her. In fact, before she decided to marry this man, she had already recognized this man. This man was not very bad in his bones. She was not afraid of him because her mother was a role model. She knew how to deal with such a man. She planned that no matter how simple it was, she wanted to let everyone come in like her mother and know that this room belonged to her.

Ma Guoli drank the glass of wine in one sip, got up and came to Zhang Caixia, reached out and pulled away the pillar that was nestled in Zhang Caixia's arms, picked up Zhang Caixia, walked quickly to the edge of the kang, threw her onto the kang, and pounced on it. Zhang Caixia woke up from her reverie and resisted desperately: What are you doing! Ah! Let go! Zhuzi is watching! Let me go and wash first, ah, don't...

Zhuzi was so scared that he burst into tears.

The next morning, Ma Guoli got up and saw a bowl of Yangchun noodles on the table, a plate of fried cabbage, a fried egg, and two steamed buns, both of which were hot. He usually had the stubble porridge and steamed buns with steamed buns and pickles from yesterday, which were all cold. Because he was too lazy to heat up, he muttered: Don’t make white noodles and eggs in the future, it’s too wasteful.

Zhang Caixia, who was feeding the pillars on the stove, said oh, and agreed. Ma Guoli looked at Yangchun noodles, turned around and went to the stove to get a bottle of soy sauce, a bottle of vinegar, a plate of dried chili noodles and an empty bowl. The soup was so low that it was not suitable for his taste. He took the noodles into the empty bowl and prepared to pour soy sauce.

But then I thought about it and picked up a noodles and tasted it. It felt good, like the taste of his bride. I picked up the noodle soup and tasted it. Then I put down the soy sauce, poured the noodles back into the soup, sat down and ate it. He didn't eat fried eggs often, and this method was tedious and oil-intensive.

After dinner, Ma Guoli stood up, glanced at Zhang Caixia who was eating clear water on the stove, and got up without saying anything.

He wanted to inspect the security situation in the village, which was his main job every day. In this remote mountain village, his family was bare and he did not close his household at night. Neighbors and neighbors, except for the allying man and woman, there was no bad environment for the living of bad people. He just wandered around the village every day, and helped the villagers push carts, carry things, and drive cows and sheep.

Zhang Caixia did not eat clear water noodles to save him, but now she started to have morning sickness and could not smell meat. She would not lose money for Ma Guoli saving. She couldn't eat those coarse grains. As long as Ma Guoli didn't force her, she would not be able to slap herself. Besides, there was no good food at home, and there was no shortage of simple food. If she didn't eat, she would be cheaper. She had already understood that she was not stupid!

After finishing busy with the stove, I sat down and looked at the room. Although this loess floor-mounted adobe thatched hut was simple, it was still very clean. It seemed that women often came to clean it. The old saying goes: Poverty is particular and poor, why is it so poor that the pocket is cleaner than the face?

It means that even though the family is poor, as long as the hostess is diligent, she will still clean up spotlessly. This is the case in the countryside. Don’t look at it, she will clean up many times more cleanly than the people in the city. In fact, the poor are the most shameful.

Since the house was not dirty, she really wanted to think about where to start. At this time, a voice came from the yard: Is there anyone in the room? Is the bride there?

With the sound, a woman who looked like a village woman pushed the door and came closer. Zhang Caixia looked up and saw the person who was in her thirties, holding her hair bun, black and red and round face and big eyes. She still looked very good when she smiled, so she asked: Are you?

The person who came smiled and said enthusiastically: I am Ma Junsheng's wife from the east of the village. From now on, you can call me Aunt Ma. I am here to see the bride. Yesterday, my old man came back and praised the bride, so I rushed over early in the morning to take a look. Don't care!

Zhang Caixia hurriedly said: Where, where, come and sit and drink water.

Aunt Ma sat down generously, and the two looked at each other. Aunt Ma spoke first: Oh, what a handsome girl, it’s really not the yam egg in our mountainous area. We will be neighbors in the future. If you have anything to do, just talk.

The women in this village all look very beautiful, and they all have a common feature. They have a big round face plate with yellow and red eyes, and the big girl has one or two long braids with waists. The young wife put her braids on her head and tied them into a bun. This is really incomparable to Zhang Caixia's tender and white melon-shaped face, with red lips and white teeth, and her eyebrows and eyes. Zhang Caixia is just one word in the eyes of these villagers: tender!

Somehow, Zhang Caixia heard a little jealous from Aunt Ma’s enthusiastic words in front of her, and said without caring about it: That’s good, I’m just here for the first time and I’m not familiar with the place. I’ll be in trouble in the future. Thank you first.

Aunt Ma smiled and continued: No trouble, no trouble, I think the clothes you are wearing are really good-looking, but the color is too impermanent, so wearing this one doesn’t look like a worker. I’ll take you the clothes we usually wear tomorrow. How about wearing them when working?

Zhang Caixia heard this and said: OK, I'm planning to buy such a outfit, but my size is probably not suitable for me?

Aunt Ma said: You girls of seventeen or eighteen, how can you wear clothes that are almost thirty people like me? My sister is about the same size as you, so I will care about her.

Zhang Caixia said: That's great, how much is it? I'll buy it.

Aunt Ma said: No, no, the clothes of the village households are not valuable. Besides, your elder brother Ma takes care of us a lot and gives us a lot of things.

Zhang Caixia said: That can't be done. One code is one code. I can't take advantage of you in vain. If that's the case, I still have a few clothes here. You can choose whatever you want and let's change it.

After saying that, he got up and took the travel bag and opened it, spread all the things inside on the table, thought about it, picked out the medicine and underwear, and put it into the cabinet. Aunt Ma looked at the pile of things in front of him as if she had discovered a treasure. She was so happy that she emitted light from her eyes and said: Oh, are you really willing to change such beautiful clothes? I have taken advantage of it!

Zhang Caixia smiled and said: Look at what my aunt said, everyone should take advantage of it, what can I take advantage of?

At this time, another voice came from the door: What are you doing? What are you doing?

Cui Xiulan walked into the house as she stepped into the house, and Zhang Caixia smiled and said: Sister-in-law is here, we are discussing changing things. Sister-in-law, you can also exchange them for any good things.

Choi Soo-lan stepped forward and looked at the things on the table and said: Our rags are not suitable for your baby.

Zhang Caixia was very happy and said: What’s wrong with it? You can use anything I can use. Let’s change the baby.

The two of them said excitedly at the same time: OK, I'll go back and get it now.

After the two of them said that, they lifted their feet and left, fearing that it would be too late.

Women all over the world have a problem, they like things. Whether they buy or replace them, as long as they are something, and they can take it for themselves, they will be very happy. No matter whether the thing is useful to them or not, they can be used or not. Anyway, as long as it belongs to them, they will be happy to keep it, watch it, and don’t need it.

After the two left for a while, 7-8 girls and wives came from the house. The news in the village was spread by everyone's actions and reports. Everyone looked through Zhang Caixia's things and exclaimed and envied, and they all became enthusiastic about Zhang Caixia: Caixia girl, do you really want such good things?

Zhang Caixia also happily picked up the things they brought, and smiled and said: No, don’t, you can choose whatever you want.

Everyone really got their needs, and they were very happy and lively. Zhang Caixia looked at the things and asked for it. There was nothing in the house. She really needed everything. When the women heard Zhang Caixia's needs, they said they had it at home, so they went out to get it.

The merchants are honest, and they think the value of their own things and try to make equivalent transactions. But there are some things that they have never even seen before, so how can they know the value?

Zhang Caixia didn't care at all and let them choose. She didn't want to keep any of her own things now, nor did she want to take a look at them. It was all her sadness. However, some of the things she brought from the peasant woman was something she had never seen before, especially the pots and pans, which were exclusive to the countryside, which made her feel novel and excited. This was the rural life she had yearned for. These were all necessities of her new life. She wanted to settle down as soon as possible and she was ready to be reborn here.
Chapter completed!