After struggling for two days, he finally could not overcome his desire for an ordinary life, so he came to the Shen family in Xinghua Village with ten taels of silver in his pocket.
Before entering the house, he was still thinking whether Father Shen and Mother Shen would angrily kick him out of the house. Yes, which family would be willing to marry their daughter to a man who has a reputation for being filial to relatives?
It's better to drive him away, so that he can completely stop thinking about him and live a good life with his children.
Unexpectedly, Shen's father and Shen's mother did not scold him after hearing his intention. They only asked him how much dowry he was willing to pay to marry Shen Qingqing. There was no trace of love and pity for his daughter in his words.
Now he still remembered Shen's mother's ugly face when she asked for money: "My daughter is the most beautiful girl in the ten miles and eight villages. If you don't have money, you can't marry her."
"Ten taels? Hey, I have worked hard to raise her for more than ten years. How much effort has been spent during this time? What can I do with ten taels of silver? Twenty taels. If you don't have twenty taels, you should give up as soon as possible!"
"Are you denying marriage? It's okay. Our family doesn't believe this. We are so poor these days that we can't even afford food. Who cares whether we can't marry or not?"
He returned home full of anger and entanglement.
Angry because of Shen's parents' cold-blooded attitude towards their daughter.
I was entangled over twenty taels of silver and whether I should marry that woman home.
That night he had a dream, and he dreamed of the white-bearded old man who came to his house to ask for water.
The old Taoist squatted by the threshold, gritted his teeth, pointed at his nose and cursed: "The poor Taoist has reinforced the marriage line between you two with wires two hundred times. If you can still break it, you deserve to be a widow for the rest of your life!"
"If you want to gain some momentum, just go to the house and propose marriage. Pindao has chosen the wedding day for you. The eighth day of the first lunar month is the best time to get married. Life will be very good."
"You will have another great calamity after you get married. If you survive this calamity successfully, you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life."
He asked the old Taoist unconvincedly: "What if I can't survive the final disaster?"
The old Taoist fooled him and said, "You are so contemptuous of others. Would you do something that you are not sure about?"
After saying this, the old Taoist waved his sleeves and walked away.
He opened his eyes, rubbed his sore forehead, and sat up sweating profusely.
The moonlight passed through the window lattice and fell to the bedside, a vast white patch, like a pair of invisible hands waving away the gloom that accumulated in his heart.
He decided to take a gamble.
If it is true as the old man said, he will go through great catastrophes after his marriage. When he gets through the catastrophe, he will live a good life with that woman, take care of each other from then on, and grow old hand in hand.
If what the old man speculated did not happen, he would leave the choice to the woman. If she was willing to stay, he would treat her with care; if she wanted to return to her natal family or remarry, he would send a letter of divorce.
The next day, he came to the Shen family with twenty taels of silver. When they saw the money, Shen's father and Shen's mother naturally beamed with joy. They called their son-in-law very kindly, but when they talked about the engagement, they suddenly changed their tune and insisted on adding something else. Half a fan of pork.
Having been loved by his mother since he was a child and growing up, he was angered by the greedy expressions of Father Shen and Mother Shen. He went up the mountain to hunt a wild boar, and then made a written agreement with the two of them and collected the wild boar and money. Shen Qingqing would never be with Shen Qingqing again. Home has nothing to do with it.
Father Shen and Mother Shen were fascinated by the wild boar weighing more than 200 kilograms. They pressed their fingerprints without saying a word. From then on, the marriage turned into a simple business relationship.
He thinks this is good. If Shen Qingqing doesn't want to live with him in the end, she doesn't have to go back to her parents' home, which has no human touch at all. The sky is high and the sea is vast. If life is not good wherever you go, why do you have to jump into a pit of fire?
In this way, he successfully married his wife.
The eighth day of the first lunar month is indeed a good day. The sunshine is warm, the spring breeze is gentle, and the old peach tree in the yard has bloomed in advance.
He was both worried and happy, and his eyes were full of expectations and longing for a better future.
Then he was captured by conscripts.
He didn't even have time to lift his wife's hijab.
Sitting in the little broken car going south, he scolded the old Taoist a thousand times. He couldn't even choose the day to get married, so why should he pretend to be a Taoist expert?
A dog liar!
Until he was pushed off the cliff by Wang Dashun, and the moment he fell, an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of the great disaster mentioned by the old Taoist.
Perhaps his disaster has already begun from the day he got married.
What happened next was out of his control.
After being in a coma for three months in a cave, he was rescued by Shen Qingqing and returned to Yanghua Village... everything was according to the calculation of the old Taoist.
After walking away from the gate of hell, he completely believed what the old Taoist said.
Believing in Shen Qingqing, his destined wife, was his only salvation.
He was glad that he had taken the last step.
I am also very lucky to marry the woman I am destined to be.
Meng Yuan stretched out his right hand and looked at the woman in front of him gently and seriously, "Qingqing, please let me accompany you?"
Maybe if he chooses to follow General Zhao in Beijing, he will gain a completely different life, but no matter how splendid and prosperous that life is, it is not what he wants.
He just wants to keep the person in front of him and the happiness in front of him.
It’s the same as what the frail young man who was hiding in the corner and crying secretly expected eight years ago.
Shen Qingqing looked into his deep eyes, put her right hand into his palm, and squeezed it hard, "I respect your choice."
Life only lasts for a few decades, so naturally you have to live a more relaxed life, so why bother putting layers of shackles on yourself? Trouble!
Meng Yuan was moved and couldn't help but leaned forward and hugged her, "Thank you, Qingqing."
Shen Qingqing patted his back and said warmly: "Go out and tell everyone clearly. It doesn't matter to others. Uncle Fang and Aunt He need to explain it carefully."
To be able to train a mountain man into a talented person with both civil and military skills, in addition to his own talent and hard work, the trainer naturally also puts in a lot of effort.
Fang Zhenshan and He were both reasonable people. After hearing his thoughts, they didn't ask any more questions. Like Shen Qingqing, they chose to respect it.
On the other hand, the elders of the Meng clan were so angry that they all got together and lectured Meng Yuan in turn, spraying spittle three feet away.
Meng Yuan had a headache after hearing this, and finally he helplessly spread his hands and said: "Everyone, it's almost enough. If you really can't bear to part with this honor, send your sons and grandsons to join the army. If any of you are lucky enough to become famous, wouldn't your faces be brighter?
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"You kid are going to piss us off. General Zhao has tens of thousands of soldiers. How can it be easy to get ahead?"
Moreover, swords and swords have no eyes on the battlefield. If you are injured and hit, it will be too late to regret!
"If you can't get through it, just get through it slowly. There will always be a day when you get through it. We are all descendants of the Meng family. They will not be worse than me. You have to have confidence in your children and grandchildren."
One sentence blocked several clan elders to death.
Refute it, isn’t that admitting that one’s own children are not as good as Meng Yuan?
Don't refute it. The glory you got flew away. It's so frustrating.
Meng Yuan didn't care whether they were holding back their grievances or not. He rushed out of the crowd at the right moment, jumped on the carriage as if he was running away, waved to Shen Qingqing and the four children and said: "Get in the car quickly, the customers in the store probably can't wait.
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Shen Qingqing looked at the sun still hanging in the eastern sky, smiled and shook her head. The elders' demonic voices ringing around her ears were indeed terrifying. Look how frightened the child was. This chapter has been completed!