Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

After the group wiped off their sweat, the ox cart began its return journey to the sound of firecrackers.

When leaving, Meng Chunyan waved to her parents without any reluctance.

"I'm leaving now. Dad, take good care of Mom. I'll come back to see you in three days."

"...Hey, okay, it's you..." Meng's parents wanted to give a few more instructions when they saw their daughter swiftly get on the ox cart and sit in the bed, looking at it curiously.

Let’s talk about it on the day I return home.

This side of Xiahe Village.

Mr. Cui built a temporary earthen stove at the door of his house. He had not planned to hold a grand celebration before, thinking that it would be enough for his family to get together and have fun.

But in the past few days, villagers have come to congratulate the couple and brought gifts. The eastern family sent two bowls, and the western family sent a bench, all of which are practical things.

After Mr. Cui had an idea, he decided to hold a lively party.

Although the family had never held a big banquet, when Lin held the Liang wine ceremony, Yu was there from beginning to end.

So, they set up a tent early in the morning and invited several women from the village to help in the cooking, and the banquet was prepared in an elegant manner.

"Coming! Back!"

Yu estimated the time and just returned to the house to change out of her old clothes that smelled of oil smoke, when she heard the laughter of children outside.

She hurriedly put on the dress she had ironed the day before and came out of the house hesitantly.

"Third sister-in-law, take a look at my clothes and see if they fit me. Forget it, I'd better change them."

Yu tugged at her lotus-colored fine cloth skirt, listening to the noises outside getting closer and closer. She was so nervous that she couldn't make up her mind, always afraid that something might go wrong.

Lin straightened her clothes for her: "Today is Dalang's wedding day. We have such a grand banquet, so we don't need a dress. The more respectable we dress, the more we value our new bride."

"Yes, that's right. Then I won't change it."

Yu calmed herself down, took a deep breath, and suppressed the tension in her heart.

A new bride must greet the elders before entering the house.

At this time, the second elder of the Cui family and Cui Laoda and his wife were sitting in the main room, watching Dalang and Meng Chunyan walking into the yard surrounded by a group of children.

Compared to Meng Chunyan's generous smile, Dalang was like a new bride, following her shyly.

Seeing her son's embarrassment, Yu's remaining anxiety disappeared.

There is no complicated tea-serving procedure in the village. The two people come in and kowtow, and that's it. The main purpose is to recognize one's relatives.

"Good boy, now that you're married, we're a family. Let's live our lives slowly. If you have any difficulties, just tell me and your grandfather."

Old Mrs. Cui handed her a red envelope with satisfaction.

It was obvious that this granddaughter-in-law was capable, and she was very satisfied.

"Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma." Meng Chunyan smiled, took the red envelope, and gave the two sets of clothes she had made in advance to Old Lady Cui.

Old Mrs. Cui recognized it at a glance. The material for the clothes was delivered by her family on the day the order was placed.

These pieces of fabric would usually be kept by the daughter's parents' family, and the better ones would be used to make two sets of clothes for the new bride. However, the Meng family rarely did so.

Meng Chunyan didn't hide it: "The gifts sent on the day of the engagement were too generous. My mother said that my family couldn't afford a dowry, and it wouldn't be appropriate to accept so many things. These materials are very good, so I made a set of clothes for Grandpa, Grandma, and my parents."

When the bundle was opened, there were two brand new sets of clothes and a dozen cloth shoes in all sizes.

These shoes are for Erlang and his friends. Judging from the density of the stitches, these shoes are not made by one person. I wonder how long the entire Meng family worked to sew so many pairs of shoes.

"Well, you're a good kid."

She is both capable and filial, and she even takes care of her younger brothers and sisters. This is a good wife to marry.