The Yang family and the Ren family are both in the same village, and they are quite close to each other.
How close?
Let’s use an analogy.
If on a windy day, Yang Qing farts in front of his house, just a wisp of breeze will be transmitted to Ren Lingling's nose, which can only hum the ecstasy and bone-crushing sound at night.
Such a small distance is not worthy of today's two cars, a dozen bicycles, and a luxurious motorcade with the county captain in charge.
So, driven by vanity, Yang Qing consulted with his good brother Chu Heng, and then the motorcade with big red flowers tied on it slowly set off from Yang's house and began a tour around the village.
The old Yang family has been suffering and poor for hundreds of years since the recorded ancestor, but it has never been as impressive as it is today. It would be a shame to not show off to the ancestors.
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The effect of this tour around the village was also remarkable. The villagers looked at the luxury cars and Yang Qing who poked her head out of the Volga window, her grinning eyes disappeared.
, all cast envious glances, gave thumbs up, and exclaimed that Yang Youfu has become richer!
"I, Yang Qing, have never been as prosperous as I am today in my entire life!"
Inside the Volga, Yang Qing leaned on the back seat with a satisfied look on her face, feeling that this life was enough and she wanted nothing more.
"Look at your potential!"
Chu Heng, who was acting as the driver in the front, couldn't help but rolled his eyes at his little brother and said: "Where are you now? You kid should hang out in the village first, and I will continue to take you flying when I get the chance!"
"I won't fly anymore, brother. Our family is prosperous now, so I won't cause you any trouble. From now on, I will just be my wife and children." Yang Qing shook his head with a smile.
"Oh."
Chu Heng sneered and curled his lips, thinking that this boy who was carried away by the joy of marrying a wife was just farting.
He knows that Yang Qing is a restless boy. Do you expect him to be able to keep his wife and children warm?
Just wait and see.
In less than two years, when he has slept with his wife enough, he will have to think about finding something to do.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
The Volga roared, and in the blink of an eye it led the convoy to run around the village, turning onto the road where Ren's house was, followed by many snot-nosed kids who were not old enough to go to school, chasing the car stupidly, shouting and cheering, only
After a while, I arrived at the place and asked for some wedding candies from the groom.
If anyone counts them carefully at this time, they will find that the number of snotty babies who came to ask for wedding candies today is less than half of the number of people who made skewers together yesterday.
It’s not that the children who didn’t come didn’t want to eat sweets, but because they hadn’t had any meat, oil, or water for too long. They suddenly ate so much that their stomachs weren’t used to it, and they all had diarrhea at home.
It's not like those who came here were all fine, but the temptation of the candy was too great, and many people endured their discomfort to come here. I didn't see a few children running wildly behind the convoy, spraying as they ran.
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Poor baby.
For a few pieces of candy, I even gave up my face!
Ren family.
Ren Lingling, also dressed in military green, was standing behind the window looking out, waiting for her sweetheart to come and pick her up early.
The sisters, relatives and friends around her also teased her about this, saying that her heart went to the Yang family.
Ren Lingling turned a deaf ear to this and still cared about her own desires.
Do you know how sweet and beautiful sleeping next to Yang Qing is?
Similarly, Ren Lingling's father, Ren Qiang, was also waiting at the door of his house. He had already received news from the villagers that Director Jiang had come to the Yang family to attend the wedding. A luxury fleet with two cars and more than a dozen bicycles was arriving.
Tour around the village.
He couldn't wait to see Director Jiang's style and the majesty of the team.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
After waiting for a while, the roar of a car finally came. Ren Qiang looked around and saw the fleet of luxury cars that he had never seen in his life slowly approaching them. His precious uncle's head fell from the head of the black car.
The back seat window stuck out, and the white spiky teeth looked extremely eye-catching in the sun.
"Coming, coming!"
Ren Qiang quickly dropped his cigarette, turned around and ran back. After entering the house, he held the ears of several bad boys who were trying to block the door and asked for red envelopes and warned: "Be honest, anyone who dares to act like a monster will be beaten to death."
His ass!"
When Captain Ren spoke, the bad boys could only run away angrily.
Immediately afterwards, Ren Qiang ran to his illiterate lady who only knew Ding. He looked around her up and down, and after confirming that her dress was decent, he reminded her in a nagging voice: "You can talk as little as possible later.
Don't lose our family in front of Director Jiang, or I will whip you!"
"I'll remember this. I won't bring shame to our family."
Ren Lingling's mother nodded nervously. Her forehead, palms, back, and crotch were all sweating. The county police chief was already a top official to villagers like them, so they didn't dare to offend others.
At the same time, she was also curious as to how her uncle could be acquainted with such an important person.
"Crunch!"
While the father and mother were talking, the motorcade came to a stop at the door.
Yang Qing, who immediately laughed out loud, opened the door and walked out. He was dressed in fashionable military green and had a dazzling five-pointed star on the hat on his head. He looked very handsome.
Ren Lingling's eyes started to blur.
Soon, Chu Heng, Wan Xiaotian and others gathered around Yang Qing. When a group of people were yelling to steal the bride, the smelly snot-nosed babies Wu Yangyang were following behind the car.
People gathered around, holding out their dirty little hands one by one, but speaking auspicious words energetically.
"I wish my six grandsons a hundred years of happy marriage!"
"I wish Grandpa Sixth to have a son soon!"
"I wish Uncle Sixth to have many descendants!"
The surname Yang is a common surname in the Xicao Brigade. It has spread over the past few hundred years, so that the hierarchy of generations is a bit chaotic. A naked kid with an unsteady walk can be called a grandson by an old man with white hair. There are even unlucky ones born all over the village.
They are all ancestors.
"Hey, these bastards fell into a manure pit?"
Chu Heng, who had made it his own fault, covered his nose and looked at the smelly children. He quickly took out a large bag of candy bars that he had prepared in the car, grabbed a large handful and threw them away.
"Oh, it's sweet!"
The children cheered and ran away to grab the candy on the ground.
Chu Heng, Yang Qing and others hurriedly ran to Ren's courtyard.
They traveled smoothly along the way, no one blocked the door, and no one made trouble. Yang Qing easily carried Ren Lingling, whose heart was flying away, back to the car, and waited for Ren's father, Ren's mother and several other relatives of the Ren family to get on.
After getting off the bus, the convoy continued to circle the village and return.
On the way back, Ren Qiang, who was sitting in the jeep, looked at Jiang Zhuolin who was driving. He was so full of things that he couldn't say anything. He was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and he didn't even dare to take a breath.
Fortunately, the journey was not long, and the wedding team returned to the Yang family soon.
As soon as the car stopped, Ren Qiang jumped out of the car as if he had been granted amnesty. He felt as if he had been fished out of water, covered in sweat.