Old Mrs. Zuo was looking at the dragon boat race in front of her.

Hearing the old man's words, Mrs. Zuo said with a smile: "Victory or defeat is not important, such a celebratory festival is just to find a reason for everyone to be lively together." ”

"It's still the old lady who is open-minded to teach such an outstanding person as the owner!"

The old man echoed again.

Old Madam Zuo shook her head with a smile: "Watch the game first." ”

Yang Ruoqing stood behind the old lady, staring at the dragon boat race in front of her without blinking.

This is the first time she has been to watch the dragon boat race in person.

In my previous life, I watched it on TV shows.

Being there at the moment and feeling the intense and tense atmosphere is completely different from sitting in front of a screen.

Ahead, the dragon boat is about to sprint to the finish line.

The sound of gongs and drums became more intense, and there was jubilation on the shore of the water.

"I'm going to grab the Dragon Ball, come on, cousin!"

Beside him, Zuo Yingchun was so excited that he put his hands next to his mouth and formed a trumpet.

shouted vigorously towards Zuo Junmo.

On the shore, everyone is shouting, and people from all villages are supporting the participating teams in their villages.

Infected by this rich festive atmosphere, Yang Ruoqing was also a little excited.

His eyes were a little nervous and followed the dragon boat where Zuo Junmo was.

When the dragon boat was nearing the end, someone over there threw out the 'dragon balls' that had been prepared in advance.

"Wow, cousin won, cousin is so good......"

Zuo Yingchun was so excited that he shook the handkerchief in his hand vigorously and waved it vigorously towards Zuo Junmo.

The dragon boat was rowing back, and the villagers on both sides of the river ran to the river, holding long bamboo poles in their hands.

Red cloth was hung on the bamboo poles, and gifts, food and meals were thrown onto the dragon boats participating in the race.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, regardless of the ranking.

The villagers of pure and simple only want to pray for good weather this year through the annual Dragon Boat Festival dragon boat race.

He who farms the land will have a good harvest.

Fishing, harvesting.

The days of the big guys are getting better and better every year!

The cheers on the sidelines and the sound of artillery battles came and went, and they lasted for a long time.

And Zuo Junmo, who was also surrounded by his teammates on the boat, walked towards the shore.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing saw many big girls and little daughters-in-law, and they ran to Zuo Junmo's team of sailors.

One by one, they scrambled to stuff what they had in their hands into the sailors.

Among them, Zuo Junmo was stuffed the most!

What is this for?

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

At this time, I saw Zuo Yingchun beside me also take out a small and delicate sachet from the bottom of his sleeve.

The moment she took it out, the fragrance of wormwood wafted into her nose.

Then, Zuo Yingchun didn't bother to say hello to Mrs. Zuo, lifted her skirt and ran towards Zuo Junmo......

"It's a custom in our area,"

Old Madam Zuo's voice came into Yang Ruoqing's ears.

The old lady glanced over there, and Zuo Junmo, who was surrounded by a group of young women, explained to Yang Ruoqing.

"In the annual dragon boat race, those unmarried sailors who win the first prize will receive sachets and gifts from unmarried women."

"Oh......"

Yang Ruoqing understood.

I'm afraid this is also a blind date ritual in disguise, right?

Unmarried young men and women can give each other sachets or something through such a festival to let each other understand their hearts.

Zuo Junmo is a young talent in this area, with wealth, good looks and character.

It is the perfect lover that countless big girls want to marry.

In previous years, he did not participate in dragon boat races, and the girls were embarrassed to express their feelings directly.

This year he participated, and the girls didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

Seeing that Zuo Junmo was surrounded by a group of warblers and Yanyan in the middle,

The hands, neck, and waist were all filled with small gifts from the enthusiastic and bold girls.

The whole person is like a juggling vendor at the gate of Washi, Yang Ruoqing thinks it is very interesting.

Zuo Junmo finally got rid of the group of warblers and Yanyan for the time being.

He escaped from the crowd and strode towards the stone bridge.

Went straight to Mrs. Zuo's side and bowed slightly, "Mother, can you still enjoy watching this dragon boat race today?" ”

Old Madam Zuo smiled and nodded: "It didn't make me embarrassed, it's not bad!" ”

Hearing his mother's praise, Zuo Junmo's face showed a happy smile.

His gaze fell on Yang Ruoqing.

"Isn't it fun?" He asked her.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "Don't be a face, let me open my eyes!" ”

Such a high rating?

The corners of Zuo Junmo's lips raised a more pleasant arc.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing tilting his head, he looked at the things that were hung up and down his body.

"This is our custom in this area," he said......

"Well, I know, the old lady told me." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Over there, don't you have this custom during the Dragon Boat Festival?" Zuo Junmo asked.

Yang Ruoqing was still looking at him, and shook her head when she heard the words.

"Ten miles is not customary, we don't have it."

"It's funny like this, it's like a prayer tree, hehehe......"

She couldn't help but say.

Zuo Junmo is full of black lines.

He plucked the things he was hanging from and placed them in an empty basket beside him.

Then he handed the basket to her: "For you." ”

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

He pointed to the tip of his nose in disbelief: "For me?" What are you doing? ”

Zuo Junmo smiled softly: "I'm a big old man, it's useless to ask for these things." You take it and play it! ”

"Huh?"

She was stunned.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Zuo Junmo had already stuffed the basket into her hand domineeringly.

Then he turned around and walked quickly down the stone bridge and went to the dragon boat to deal with the follow-up.

On the stone bridge, Yang Ruoqing was carrying a basket, stupid.

What this is carrying is not a colorful sachet.

It's the heart of a hot girl!

Zuo Junmo, don't accept it if you don't want it!

It's over, sister, I'll share the artillery fire for you!

The top of the head is obviously glamorous.

However, Yang Ruoqing suddenly felt that what she was standing on was not the stone bridge under the sun.

Rather, the Nai He Bridge in front of the ghost gate.

The wind is gusting.

A pair of resentful glances, like knives, scraped from all directions.

Among them, there is a bunch from Zuo Yingchun.

If there was substance in her eyes, Yang Ruoqing suspected that she was already full of holes!

Beside her, the old lady Zuo, who saw all this in her eyes, smiled heartily.

She slowly stood up and said to Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Yingchun: "It's almost noon, let's go back!" ”

"Eh, okay."

Yang Ruoqing handed the bamboo basket to the servant woman to carry, and came over to support one of the old lady's arms.

Zuo Yingchun hurriedly held the other, and the two of them carried the old lady down the stone bridge.

Yang Ruoqing ignored the jealous gazes of those big girls, and turned her head to look at the river behind her.

Zuo Junmo stood there, as if he was inspecting the dragon boat, while explaining things to the people on the side.

I don't know what the 'bloody rain' is here.