With Pinxixi in hand, I have a supermarket in the Changzheng!

When everyone present saw who was coming, their eyes were filled with contempt and gloom.

All the guests at the wedding were Black Yi people, and no White Yi people were invited.

In this era, the difference between black Yi and white Yi is like clouds and mud.

The Black Yi are an aristocratic class and slave owners who control most of the land resources and rights.

The Bai Yi were commoners or even slaves, without land or even freedom.

The lowest-class Bai Yi people were forced to work every day like cattle and horses, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work.

They can be bought and sold at will, and bullied at will. If the Black Yi nobles don't like them, dealing with them is as easy as killing chickens and ducks.

"Gamamujia! Are you tired of living?"

"You dare to disrupt a wedding! Are you crazy?"

Amid the hostile gazes of the crowd, Gamamujia walked to the side of the bride.

His eyes were full of love and he extended his hand to the bride.

The bride, who originally had a numb face, now had tears in her eyes. Without any hesitation, she held Gamamujia's hand tightly.

The two men held hands tightly, walked in front of the bride's parents, and knelt down.

Gamamujia knelt on the ground, his eyes full of pleading.

"Qiao'er and I are truly in love! Please help us!"

After seeing this scene, everyone understood what was going on.

The groom, who was originally in high spirits, now stood there like a wooden stake with a grim face.

There was also a burst of discussion among the crowd.

"How can the White Yi be with the Black Yi? This will taint our bloodline!"

"The White Yi people are not worthy of marrying our Black Yi daughters!"

The villagers' indignant voices grew louder and louder.

The bride's father's face was as dark as water at this time, and he kicked Gamamujia to the ground.

"How dare you covet my daughter? We won't agree to this!"

After he finished speaking, he waved to the men behind him and said, "Drag this despicable Bai Yi out and give him a good beating!"

Several strong black Yi men grabbed Gamamujia. The lives of white Yi people were worthless here, so it didn't matter even if they were beaten to death.

When the bride saw that Gamamujia was about to be taken away, she kowtowed to her father and begged for mercy.

"Father, please help us!"

Even though the bride's head was broken, her father still refused to give in.

"This lowly Bai Yi man is not worthy of being your man, don't be confused!"

The bride's forehead was bleeding and her body was shaking from crying, but she still held her head high and looked at her father stubbornly.

"Father, Gama and I are already husband and wife, and I will marry him in this life!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent.

The original groom's face turned from blue to black, darker than the bottom of a pot.

The villagers' eyes widened as if they had heard terrible news.

My younger brother Zhou Xing and sister Xiuhua watched here for a long time but couldn't figure out what was going on.

Because they didn't understand the rules of the Yi ethnic group, Zhou Yue didn't understand it at first, but the system had already explained it to them.

Intermarriage between the Black Yi and the White Yi is strictly prohibited, and rules have been set.

The first rule is that if a Black Yi woman and a White Yi man have that kind of relationship, both of them will be executed.

The second rule is that if a black Yi man and a white Yi woman have that kind of relationship.

Men would be driven out of their homes and driven to inaccessible places, while women would be executed.

Any children born to the two would also be put to death.

When the bride's father heard the news, he felt like he was struck by lightning, with a look of disbelief and heartache on his face.

He put more force into his foot and kicked the bride in the stomach.

"I really raised you in vain! You have completely disgraced me!"

"Qiao'er! You are so confused!"

The bride's mother was in tears and went to support her daughter. Her heart felt as if it had sunk into an icy cave. She knew that her daughter would probably die today.

Although the bride's father was angry, he could not hide his grief. After all, this was the daughter he had raised for more than ten years!

Today was supposed to be a happy day, but I didn’t expect that the old would send off the young!

Because the rules of the Yi ethnic group must never be violated!

"Let's go to the stone kiln."

The bride's father said this in a low, sorrowful tone, dragging his heavy legs, and every step was painful.

The brides Qiao'er and Gamamujia had their hands tied with hemp ropes and were forced to move forward step by step.

"Sister, what are they doing in the rock kiln?"

His younger brother Zhou Xing looked up and asked in confusion. He looked at it for a long time, but there were many things he really didn't understand.

Zhou Yue saw everyone walking in one direction and became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Brother! You and Sister Xiuhua, hurry up and follow them! Don't let anything happen to them! I'll go find someone to help!"

After Zhou Yue finished speaking, he ran towards the camp.