Early in the morning, Jiang Zhimiao heard the noisy sound of gongs and drums, and she suddenly opened her sleepy eyes, and she no longer felt sleepy.

I thought it was dawn, but I didn't expect that when she first arrived in Yin, she was stunned, lay down again, and heard the continuous sound of artillery in her ears.

"Hmm~ Sister, what day is today, why did you fire the cannon so early? I can't even sleep when it's so noisy. Minghuai got out of the quilt, looked at the messy chicken nest, and asked in a daze.

What day is it? Jiang Zhimiao was stunned, thought for a moment in his heart, a white light flashed in his mind, and suddenly thought that today was the day when the eldest child of the Yang Shumei family got married.

In the past few months, there were many women married in Tianshui Village, but few were married, and she didn't know that there was a custom of setting off artillery battles when marrying relatives here.

Xu Yourong also slept in a daze, and suddenly heard Minghuai's question, half propped up, suddenly woke up, looked at Jiang Zhimiao and muttered: "Today, it seems to be the day when Yang Shumei and his eldest baby do things, when will it start." She wondered.

Jiang Zhimiao was now sleepless from the noise of this artillery battle, seeing a wrinkle between the two children's eyebrows, muttering and scurrying in their mouths, they were not sleeping very peacefully, and they were about to put cotton sound insulation in their ears, who knew that the sound of firecrackers outside had actually disappeared.

Xu Yourong raised his head and saw Jiang Zhimiao holding cotton in a daze, his eyes were straight, and he smiled helplessly: "Okay, it's not going to ring anymore, it's still early, let's sleep for a while, otherwise I won't have energy for a day." ”

As she spoke, she yawned and lay back under the covers, wrapping herself in the bed, and after a while she let out a steady breathing sound.

Jiang Zhimiao really couldn't sleep, seeing that they were sleeping soundly, he tiptoed up from the quilt, and after relieving his hand, he turned around and slipped into the space, leaving Xu Yourong and a few people sleeping soundly under a quilt.

It is not a lie that the moo cow and the baa sheep have a sign of maturity a few days ago, these days, Jiang Zhimiao always has a premonition, and the day of cultivation is nearby.

It's just that the space didn't prompt her, and she didn't know exactly when they would be considered to be grown, so she had to continue to feed them day after day, not daring to slack off.

But the more worried you are in this world, the more mistakes will occur, just like right now, looking at the moo cow lying on the ground with no spirit in the past, Jiang Zhimiao was puzzled and hurriedly came up.

Seeing the familiar shovel officer, two puffs of heat came out of Moo Niu Le's nose, and he snorted twice at Jiang Zhimiao, but soon, it lost its spirit again and lay back on the ground wilting.

Jiang Zhimiao looked up and down, left and right, looked around it carefully, looked at it for a while, looked in through its slightly open mouth, and finally saw the real murderer who made it unhappy.

Ignoring the oncoming smell and heat, Jiang Zhimiao rolled up his sleeves, clamped the upper and lower jaws of the moo cow, and took out the stones stuck between its teeth in three or two clicks.

Looking at the bloodshot on the stone, her eyes froze, and she threw it aside at will, this time she finally knew why this ancestor had a poor appetite recently, and her teeth were good, so she could eat Ma Ma Xiang.

The good guy's stone is hard embedded in the flesh, and the mouth is rotten, and it has become an ulcer, so it's strange that it can be eaten, and it's no wonder that it's a little wilted.

"You guy can really bear it, don't say it sooner if it hurts." Jiang Zhimiao patted Moo's head and said with a smile, "I'll just say why I haven't eaten much in the past two days, it turns out that it's because of this, really, if I hadn't found out, I don't know how long you would have been in pain." ”

Seeing that the foreign body in his mouth was removed, the moo bull's eyes lit up, and he rubbed Jiang Zhimiao twice in a good voice, and the fishy smell and heat came to his face, Jiang Zhimiao was helpless, and pushed it aside.

"Eyes?" Moo Moo stared at Doudou with a puzzled look at the not very happy shovel officer, full of doubts.

The hour was indeed early, thinking that there was nothing to do, Jiang Zhimiao got out of the space, lay back again, and changed his spiritual body to enter.

Left and right idle is also idle, the green grass that the moo cow wants to eat has not been planted, take advantage of this time to be fine, and then sleep back after planting, wake up and cut just right.

"Sister, are we going to Aunt Yang's house for a wedding banquet today?" Mingzhu raised her eyes happily, hugged Jiang Zhimiao and asked crisply.

Jiang Zhimiao nodded her nose and teased, "You just know?" Look at your smile, I've been waiting for a few days, and I'll let you eat enough today. ”

Mingzhu grinned, smiled toothlessly, and Jiang Zhimiao was amused for a while.

Before he reached the door of Yang Shumei's house, he smelled a smell of gunpowder, and saw that the ground was full of red cannon crumbs, Jiang Zhimiao closed his eyes, followed the Wen family, and continued to walk forward with Mingzhu.

The marriage of the big baby has been a problem for Yang Shumei for so many years, and it was not that no one said matchmaking in the past, but either she disliked the poor of Tianshui Village and was unwilling to marry, or she disliked the bad appearance of the big baby, and she couldn't do it after saying it a few times, and the anxious Yang Shumei would sigh every time she woke up in the middle of the night.

Dawa is not in line with the traditional aesthetic appearance, he was born with a big face, he looks neither like Yang Shumei, nor like her man, his lips are not thick, and he has a pair of round eyes, looking simple, which has dragged on for so many years before he said kiss.

Now that the problem of the family's old difficulties has been solved, Yang Shumei can't wait to let everyone in the village know that his eldest child is married, and also to vent his evil anger for himself.

It's not that she hasn't heard those people with broken mouths talking about the appearance of her big baby behind her back, but appearance is innate, and you can't change it how you want.

As a mother, she doesn't want her children to look bad, but this thing is unacceptable, it's already like this, and she can't change her face.

Since then, she has secretly sworn that if the eldest baby says kiss in the future, she must do things in a beautiful way, not for anything else, but also for herself to fight for her own breath, and even for those who say it, her eldest baby has said kiss, but their children are still a widow, let them be sour, and she can get out of this evil breath in her heart.

The pomp and circumstance of Yang Shumei's family is indeed not small, along the way, looking at the cannonball crumbs on the ground and the strong smell of gunpowder in the nasal cavity, I know that there are a lot of cannonballs, Jiang Zhimiao roughly estimated, about four pairs.

There are not many people who can be willing to use so many pairs of artillery battles in these years, and the general family is to put a pair when the groom receives his relatives, and when he comes back to pick up the bride, the Yang family puts two pairs, the pomp is not small, and it also gives the woman's family enough face.

Hearing Yang Shumei's hearty laughter from a long distance, Jiang Zhimiao was stunned, and took Mingzhu's hand with a smile on his face to greet him, "Auntie, congratulations." (End of chapter)