Three hundred and ninetieth chapters running water mat
What is love? This seems to be a constant topic.
However, it seems that in people's perception, the word love is not associated with rural people? In fact, this is completely wrong.
Love has nothing to do with identity!
For example, when the village chief's family was in dire straits and couldn't afford anything valuable that could be sold for a few bucks, the village chief's wife was naturally worried about her livelihood.
The village chief didn't know where he got the money to live. When the village chief's wife asked, the village chief told him that he got the money from selling the wedding dresses of the two of them.
The village chief now only said the word "borrow money", but did not explain that the loan at that time was a loan shark!
The loan sharking at that time was enough to drive people to death. However, the village chief would rather bear the loan sharking than sell the wedding dress for money. Later, when things got better, the village chief hid the dress from that year and planned to
I took it out as a surprise for my wife on her sixty-sixth birthday!
In rural areas, it is true that a married daughter throws water away, but there is a saying that "at sixty-six, you eat a bite of your daughter's flesh." Therefore, a six-year-old birthday is extremely grand in the eyes of rural people.
However, the village chief did not expect that the secret would be exposed in advance today because he was planning a wedding for Yang Fan and Liu Qing.
Isn’t the village chief’s approach a protection of love? Rural people may not be as romantic as urban men and women, but there is something in their love that urban men and women will never have——
simple!
Rural people are inherently simple, and this simplicity also exists in their love.
Simple rural people, simple feelings, and unwavering protection!
In this modern society with a frighteningly high divorce rate, how many couples in rural areas are divorced? Especially for people of the village chief's age, there is no such thing as divorce.
The village chief turned around and saw that there was a layer of mist in his wife's eyes, and she secretly wiped away tears while others were not paying attention. He couldn't help but glared and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go ahead and do whatever you have to do!"
"Hey!" The village chief's wife agreed happily, turned around and walked out of Dad Liu's house, as if the village chief had scolded her, and she went to do whatever she had to do.
This is the love of rural people, people in big cities will never understand it!
"Don't be stupid and try to see if it fits you!" The village chief said to Yang Fan at this time, and then turned to Mother Liu and said: "Let Qing'er baby try on the Fengguanxiapei in the box."
Liu Ma agreed and carried the wooden box into the house.
At this time, Yang Fan became a puppet, allowing the village chief to manipulate him with the dress. Soon, the dress was put on Yang Fan.
Yang Fan gently stroked the bright red dress. The unique smoothness of silk made people feel extremely comfortable. This is real silk, and its value can be imagined.
Yang Fan couldn't even imagine how rich the village chief's family was at that time when life was extremely difficult, and they would wear such a dress when getting married!
"Village Chief, was your family a landlord before?" Yang Fan couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Fart!" the village chief said angrily: "How can there be a landlord in our family? Also, what did you call me?"
"Uh...uncle." Yang Fan looked at Dad Liu, quickly changed his title, and asked, "Is this real silk?"
"Of course." The village chief looked pleased.
"Don't talk about it now, let's just say it was the time when you got married. This silk was not cheap! If your family were not landlords, would you be able to afford silk when you get married?" Yang Fan continued to ask.
"Hey, there are no big things in the countryside! This wedding is just a big deal." The village chief seemed to think of those years, sighed, and said: "My poor parents got married for me, along with the betrothal gift and this silk dress, and ruined the family fortune.
Everyone got in!" After a pause, the village chief continued: "However, I was quite prosperous back then."
Hearing the village chief's words, Yang Fan couldn't help but be speechless. Putting his family's wealth in order to get married? I really can't evaluate the thoughts of the older generation.
"Let's go, look in the mirror." The village chief pulled Yang Fan into the house and stood in front of a mirror.
Through the mirror, Yang Fan saw his current appearance and almost couldn't recognize himself. The bright red dress and the two feathers on the hat were so indescribable.
The four great joys of life are the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, the time of naming the gold medal, the rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land! The ancients do not deceive me! Putting on this dress, although he knew that his wedding to Liu Qing was a fake, Yang Fan still
I couldn't help but straighten my back and turn left and right in front of the mirror with a beaming look on my face.
The village chief nodded with a smug look on his face. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with Yang Fan's appearance.
"Okay, you and Qing'er have a good rest today. You will be tired tomorrow." The village chief waved his hand and walked out of the house as he spoke, and walked straight out of Liu's father's house.
Yang Fan didn't understand anything at all and couldn't help. He just watched the aunties busy here and there. In the afternoon, it became more lively. Not only the aunties were helping, but also many strong young men came.
Young people and even old men appeared at Liu's house.
Under the guidance of a very fat uncle, the huge pot stove was set up! Then the pot started to fire and started to smoke. Then, not long after, bursts of aroma came out of the big pot.
It was night before we knew it, and as soon as it got dark, the village chief rushed Yang Fan and Liu Qing to have a rest. The windows and doors of the house to the west where Yang Fan lived had already been pasted with big red Double Happiness signs.
In fact, not only the house on the west side where Yang Fan lives, but also the doors and windows of the entire house have long been covered with big Double Happiness messages.
I have to say, this way, it really feels festive.
Yang Fan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at all. He only heard the village chief's loud voice rang out in the courtyard: "Everyone, please be quick, we will open the running water mat tomorrow."
As soon as the village chief finished speaking, a group of people who were listening responded: "Don't worry, village chief, nothing will happen to you."
I don't know how much time passed before Yang Fan fell asleep.
However, Yang Fan only felt that he had just taken a nap when he was woken up.
"Uncle, what's the matter?" Yang Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked drowsily.
"Pa", a splitting palm hit Yang Fan on the back of the head, and the village chief shouted: "What time is it, are you still sleeping? Get up quickly and make a toast!"
Yang Fan looked up and saw that it was only seven o'clock! What kind of wine were being served at this time? However, seeing the village chief's unhappy look, Yang Fan stood up quickly, washed his face and went out.
Standing outside the door, Yang Fan couldn't believe his eyes! The courtyard of Liu's father's house was already filled with tables and chairs, which was the Eight Immortals table. The top seat was the two Eight Immortals chairs, and the remaining three sides were long chairs.
There are many stools. A rough count reveals that there are as many as seven or eight tables.
I saw the village chief standing at the front door at this time and said loudly: "Today is the day for my third daughter Qing'er's wedding! I don't need to say more about the happy event. She has hired a son-in-law who comes to visit! Since it is a visit to the house.
Son-in-law, this saves a lot of steps! But the running water mat remains the same!
Everyone eats and drinks!
I’ll ask my new son-in-law to toast everyone later! Everyone use your chopsticks and eat!”
The village chief's words were really simple and clear. As the village chief finished speaking and walked aside, seven or eight tables of people immediately started to move! For a while, they were pushing cups and changing cups, and it was extremely noisy and lively.
"Come on, follow me to propose a toast." The village chief walked up to Yang Fan and said, "If you don't propose a toast, you can't touch the chicken on the table with your chopsticks." As he spoke, the village chief gave Yang Fan a wine pot filled with wine.
Full of white wine.
Yang Fan didn't understand these rules either, so he followed the village chief to the top table and started to toast. Most of the people sitting at this table were old men. The village chief just listened and introduced Yang Fan one by one. This is your second table.
Grandpa, this is your third grandpa...
Toasts must be given one by one! However, for these old men, the so-called second grandfather and third grandfather, Yang Fan only listened to them once, so how could he tell them apart...
This grandfather-style restaurant has two tables.
Yang Fan quickly gave a round of toasts under the leadership of the village chief. These old men were also very generous. They drank until the glass was dry, and what they served was a lot of wine, right?
The next few tables were filled with middle-aged people. The village chief stood aside and introduced, this is your second uncle, this is your third uncle...
Anyway, the next few tables are all uncle-level! These uncles are also very happy. When Yang Fan proposes a toast, they drink it without any coward.
At the last three tables, the village chief introduced again, this is your eldest brother, this is your second brother, this is your third brother, this is your fifth brother...
With a smile on his face, Yang Fan asked people to toast one by one.
However, trouble came at this time!
"Brother-in-law, if you toast to your elders, there's nothing to say. To my brother, I won't say anything. But, as a younger brother, if you toast me, how do you want me to drink it? Well, you can do it too
Stop toasting, let's have a toast!" I don't know which brother made this request.
Yang Fan couldn't help but turn his head and look at the village chief. He couldn't help it. Who said Yang Fan didn't understand the rules?
"That's right, just meet your brother!" The village chief nodded.
"Uh, okay." Yang Fan agreed, found a wine cup, poured a cup of wine, and had a drink with this brother.
This brother was a good man. After drinking wine, he immediately gave Yang Fan a piece of meat and politely let Yang Fan eat it. He also said: "Eat some while drinking wine."
Yang Fan couldn't refuse the kindness, so he had to eat this piece of meat.
However, with this brother taking the lead, the rest were reluctant to let go. They all clinked glasses with Yang Fan and drank, and refused to accept Yang Fan's toast.
Yang Fan did a rough count and found that there were two and a half tables, one table with eight people, so that was twenty people? If you drink like this, you would need twenty wine cups!
The size of the wine cups in rural areas is basically eight yuan! How can you still get drunk after drinking this twenty wine cups?
Unexpectedly, the village chief said very calmly at this time: "We will serve the distinguished guests in the morning, and all of them are people from our village. People from our own family will serve them at noon! It is only in the evening that we get down to business!"
"Pfft", when he heard the village chief's words, the cup of wine that Yang Fan had just drank into his mouth spurted out...