A stone of millet, if it is placed in normal times, it is nothing, but in the disaster year, it is enough for several families to survive, your kindness to my old flower family, we will not forget, and dare not forget! ”

"His aunt, I believe what you say, what Zixiang said, I also believe it, the character of your old flower family is not picky, they are all neighbors, and it is appropriate to help each other."

The middle-aged woman said a few words to Hua Wei's greeting, and then hurriedly said goodbye, the old Hua family still has to go to greet the relatives, although the middle-aged woman does not know a single big word, but this point of human sophistication still understands, today is not the time to talk around, can not delay the Hua family's business.

Hua Wei waved his hand with a smile and shouted:

"Let's go, big guy, go pick up the new daughter-in-law!"

In the Great Zhou, women have a low status, and although Hua Wei is an elder, because she is a woman, she can't go to greet her.

Dad is not at home, and the welcoming team can only be led by the eldest brother Hua Zifang.

The drummers played and played, and in the cheerful and festive drum music, Hua Zixiang followed the welcoming procession out of the house and walked towards the next village.

Yang Lin'er lives in Yangjia Village next door, the distance between the two villages is not close, and there is a barren mountain in the middle.

It is likely that the bandits rushed down from the barren mountains and snatched the stone of millet as a dowry.

Now, however, it is not millet that Hua Zixiang is carrying with a flat pole, but sand.

But he couldn't even let the bandits snatch this bag of sand, because he already had a plan in his heart, how to stir up this family business unknowingly.

As soon as she walked out of the village, Hua Zixiang stopped her eldest brother Hua Zifang, pretended to have an extremely dignified expression, and said casually:

"Big brother, I've calculated with a fortune teller, we can't go to Yangjia Village along the avenue to greet our relatives."

"Why?" Hua Zifang frowned, looking confused.

Hua Zixianghan smiled and flickered:

"The fortune teller said, this avenue from our village to Yangjia Village is on the back of a dragon, and we, the flat-headed people, if we step on the dragon's back to greet our relatives, the future life will be unstable, because the earth dragon may turn over at any time, so the days will always be in turmoil."

It is now the Great Zhou, the people's wisdom has not yet opened, and the common people believe in the feudal superstitions of those gods and ghosts.

Hua Zifang immediately believed Hua Zixiang's nonsense.

"Zixiang, what do you say?" Hua Zifang had a bitter face, waiting for Hua Zixiang to come up with an idea.

Hua Zixiang was happy in her heart, but her face was silent, and she said in a deep voice:

"We'll have to take a long detour."

Hua Zifang nodded a little reluctantly:

"That's okay, good things are grinding, let's go more wrong!"

In the sound of drums, the group bypassed the fields behind the village, turned a big circle, and walked towards Yangjia Village.

When passing by a dense cornfield, Hua Zixiang suddenly covered her stomach and shouted with a sad face:

"Oops! I drank too much cold water this morning, I have a stomachache, you wait, I'll go to the bud rice field to soak. ”

After speaking, without waiting for everyone to respond, Hua Zixiang carried the bag of sand and went into the depths of the cornfield.

In fact, his stomach didn't hurt at all, and finding an excuse to burrow into the bud rice field was just part of his plan.

After a while, Hua Zifang couldn't wait, and urged in a loud voice:

"Zixiang, did you kid fall into the pit? Why isn't it okay yet? ”

Hua Zixiang pretended to squat on the ground and pulled the poop, shouting:

"Brother, my stomach is still quite painful, I have to pull it for a while, and I just ran away, and I don't have much strength, I don't want to delay your kiss, you don't care about me, let's go first!"

"Okay, you give me millet." Hua Zifang pursed her lips, not wanting to wait for the second brother who dropped the chain at this critical time.

"Come in and get it yourself!" Hua Zixiang covered her mouth and couldn't hold back her laughter.

"It's really a lazy donkey, a lazy horse, and a lot of poop and pee!" Hua Zifang muttered and complained as she burrowed into the airtight bud field.

This bud field grows extremely densely, and the field of vision is full of dense buds and rice poles.

Although the leaves of the bud rice are wilted because of the drought, because the bud rice stalks are planted very densely, there are no people to see from a distance of three or four steps.

"Zixiang, what about you kid and me? Where are you? ”

Hua Zifang was one foot deep and one shallow foot in the bud rice field, and she couldn't find anyone in a hurry, and her face hurt from being scratched by the bud rice leaves, and she was a little impatient, and she shouted angrily.

Hana Zixiang responded:

"I'm here!"

Hua Zifang walked up to him and asked curiously:

"Why don't you poop stink at all?"

As he spoke, he glanced behind Zixiang and was surprised to see that there was no on the ground, and said in surprise, "You haven't pulled it out yet?" ”

Hua Zixiang pretended to squat on the ground and prevaricated casually:

"I pulled it somewhere else just now, and I don't like it too smelly, so I changed here and continued to pull."

"What's wrong with this?" Hua Zifang buried him and asked eagerly,

"Where did you leave millet?"

Hua Zixiang pointed in one direction and said casually:

"Over there, about a dozen paces away."

Hua Zifang turned around and walked in the direction of his finger.

"Brother, be careful not to step on." Hua Zixiang resisted the urge to laugh, and reminded her in a fake way.

"Got it." Hua Zifang replied impatiently, and after walking more than a dozen steps, she finally found the bag of millet between the dense budding rice poles.

How did he know that this bag was not millet at all, but sand.

"You squat here and pull slowly, I'll go first!"

Hua Zifang put the flat shoulder on his shoulder, but almost pressed him down, He felt that this bag of millet seemed to be more than a hundred catties, but now he was in a hurry to greet his relatives, and he didn't think much about it, so he hummed and drilled out of the cornfield.

Hearing the sound of drums gradually fade away, Hua Zixiang stood up and followed the wedding team from a distance.

He had to see it with his own eyes to rest assured, and he must not let Hua Zifang marry Yang Lin'er.

At the same time, in Yangjia Village.

Yang Lin'er has changed into a half-new peach-colored cheongsam.

This wedding dress was worn by her mother when she married her father, and it was also the only decent set of clothes that the Yang family could get their hands on.

Now there is a famine, and I don't even have enough to eat, so how can I have extra money to make new clothes.

Yang Lin'er's father, Yang Feng, was sitting in the main hall, chatting with relatives and friends.

One of the male neighbors sighed:

"Lao Yang's Zifang and Lin'er are also a good match, they got married early in the morning, and their daughter is at home, and they get a lot of food a year!"

Yang Feng said with a melancholy face:

"Who's to say it isn't! I've urged this several times, and I'll tell you the truth, I didn't ask their family for any dowry, I just wanted a stone of millet, right? ”

"Not too much! Not excessive, reasonable......"

Relatives and friends echoed their words and nodded frequently.

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