"Village Chief, is the menu set? I want to see it", Cheng Yangyang was more concerned about this.

"Cheng girl, don't worry, I guarantee that you eat well!"

Village Chief Wang thought she was worried about not eating well, but Wang Daqing's family's banquet this time was the best in the history of the village, and it was guaranteed to earn enough face in front of the village!

"That's good!" Seeing Village Chief Wang's confident and satisfied look, she thought that she should be overly worried.

This banquet has nothing to do with her after all, she is just one of the hundreds of guests, she is not even surnamed Wang, and it seems that she is nosy when she participates too much.

"Then village chief, do you see anything you need my help with?" I don't even know what to do now", Cheng Yangyang smiled embarrassedly.

After she went down the mountain, she ran to several places, but she couldn't find a job, and everywhere said that she didn't need her help, and she was very embarrassed to stay here.

But Village Chief Wang didn't seem to be able to find a job for her to do, and he asked other people to help with all these things at a banquet.

"Ouch, I really don't have anything to do for you", Village Chief Wang thought for a while, as if he suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Cheng girl, if you are free, go and help write a few couplets, you are not a female gentleman in the village!"

"Yes!" Cheng Yangyang readily agreed, "What do you want, village chief, a hundred years of good marriage?

"You can do this Cheng girl by yourself, we haven't read any books, what you think must be better than what we think!"

"Village Chief!"

Someone called him at the other end of the barn, and he told Cheng Yangyang where the pen and paper were, and then hurriedly ran away.

Cheng Yangyang went to the courtyard of Wang Daqing's house to get paper and pencils, and their large and small tables were moved to the barn floor, and they could only write on the bed if they wanted to write.

There were so many people coming in and out of their house, Cheng Yangyang couldn't find a suitable place, so he took pen and paper home to write.

"Sister Cheng, what is this?"

Li Yuanan stayed in the study on the first floor to read and write whenever he was free, and when he saw Cheng Yangyang coming with a pen and paper, he put away the book he was reading.

"Xiao An, didn't you go down the mountain to play with Qingqing and them?" Cheng Qingqing was crazy at the bottom of the mountain, he was still reading and writing at home, it was really rare.

"There are so many people down the mountain, I won't go down and cause trouble. ”

"That's right, your handwriting is better than mine, you can help Brother Da Qing write a few words!" Cheng Yangyang spread out the bundle of red paper.

In order to save some money, Wang Daqing and his family bought bits and pieces of red paper, which could only write one word on a piece of paper, and there was not even a whole sheet.

"Okay!" Li Yuanan was very happy, he packed up the things on the table and made room for writing later.

Sitting on the balcony next to the study, watching the lively scene at the foot of the mountain, Nanfeng heard their conversation, and came over curiously.

"Isn't Miss Cheng's handwriting as good as Xiao An?" he looked at Cheng Yangyang and deliberately teased.

Cheng Yangyang knew that he was deliberately making trouble again, she glanced at him in front of him, and defended herself dissatisfiedly, "I'm used to writing hard pen books, and I can't give birth to a brush hand!"

"Naturally!" Nanfeng said to her in a rare voice.

He walked around to the desk, stood with Li Yuanan, casually spread a piece of paper on the table, picked up the pen that Li Yuanan had just written, waved his big hand, and wrote three words on the paper.

Cheng Yangyang glanced at his words, pure curiosity, but when she saw the three words written on his paper, she was speechless.

"Why are you writing my name!"

"In order not to let yourself be like someone, practice your hands", Nanfeng put down the pen and picked up the piece of paper with her name written on it, so that he could appreciate it.

This is a sarcasm of her openly and secretly!

"Xiao An, let's ignore him, you write!" Cheng Yangyang also walked around to the desk, squeezed Nanfeng away with his body, and studied it with Li Yuanan.

......

"Is it there, is it not that they are back!"

The entrance of Wangjia Village was crowded with people who came to see the excitement, they looked around, looking at a group of people walking slowly at the intersection in the distance, the sound of gongs was getting closer, and their appearance was gradually clear.

"Mother! It's the eldest brother and the second brother!" Wang Qingzi happily ran towards the crowd in front of him, shouting as he ran: "The bride is coming! The bride is coming!"

"Ouch, it's Daqing who is back!" Daqing Niang was so excited that she cried, crying and laughing and followed, "Hurry up, my daughter-in-law is back!"

Cheng Yangyang followed behind the crowd and took a few steps forward with them.

"Yuxiu, Yuxiu!" Da Qingniang kept shouting the bride's name, looking for the bride's figure at the back of the crowd.

Wang Daqing was dressed in dark red clothes, carrying a big red silk on his chest, he was holding the ox lent to him by Cheng Yangyang, and on the ox cart sat a woman who was also dressed in red and covered with a red hijab.

"Mother, my daughter-in-law has brought you back!" Wang Daqing's first sentence was more like an explanation, but there was no excitement as he imagined.

"Come on, come on, everyone will go home, and wait for the auspicious time to worship the church!" Da Qing's father looked tired and forced, and when everyone saw this, they thought that he just didn't rest well in Zhuangjia Village last night, and he didn't care too much.

Cheng Yangyang stood on the side of the road, got out of the way, and let the bride into the village, the ox cart passed by her, the bride was covered with a red hijab, and she couldn't see the bride's appearance.

But the car followed empty-handed, with red clothes on the upper body, gray pants on the bottom, grease and powder on the face, and an arrogant woman she could see clearly.

Looking at their appearance, they should be relatives or sisters of the woman's family, they support each other, and they keep complaining about the scorching sun or something, which contrasts with the happy smiles in the crowd.

Further behind were Wang Erqing and the people from the village, who were carrying burdens on their shoulders, but no one knew what was in the bamboo basket covered with a lid.

"Bride get out of ......the car," a woman who looked like a matchmaker walked up to the ox cart and shouted to the crowd.

Wang Daqing and Daqingniang walked to the side of the car together, and carefully helped the bride in the car out of the car, "Come on, come on, daughter-in-law is home!"

The courtyard gate of Wang Daqing's house was crowded with people, and everyone tilted their necks, wanting to see the appearance of the bride, but no one saw it.

"Marry the bride, marry the bride," the children of the village cheered and followed into the courtyard.

"Come on, come on, please come to your family, this is my family", Da Qing's father was behind, beckoning the woman's relatives who came together.

"Yo, why is this yard so small", the middle-aged woman who was greased and powdered, and was embraced in the middle, glanced at the courtyard of Wang Daqing's house, and said dissatisfiedly.

And Da Qing Daddy just smiled and nodded, his face full of apologies, "Yes, yes!"

The person carrying the burden behind him put the burden in the courtyard and let Wang Erqing watch it, and they went to the side to wipe their sweat and rest.