"Come back, come back, hurry up and set off firecrackers!"

Watching the bicycle team go and come back, he yelled loudly.

It was originally arranged for Da Tou and Er Biaozi to light firecrackers, but in the end, several cigarettes were lit at the same time.

These days, to hang small foreign firecrackers, you have to dismantle them one by one. It’s so fun to hang such a big firecracker. Who wouldn’t grab it?

In the end, I don’t know who lit it, and there was a loud crackling sound. After letting the children go, they started to grab it.

The children were looking for those that didn't go off among the debris of the firecrackers, and then broke them open to reveal the gunpowder inside, saving them for playing with flowers at night.

Gao Wenxue hugged Liu Jinfeng and entered the gate steadily step by step.

Although he is thin, he looks like a frail scholar, but at this moment, let alone carrying someone as well-proportioned as Liu Jinfeng, even Concubine Yang would still be carried away.

The young people on both sides finally put the grains prepared in their pockets to use and began to sprinkle them.

Inside the grains, there were pieces of colored paper cut into pieces, so they were scattered like a goddess scattering flowers.

There were also some who were naughty and mischievous, grabbing the grains and throwing them hard, hitting them on the face, which also hurt a little.

However, the bride is generally not beaten, it is mainly the bridesmaids who suffer the consequences.

Gao Wenxue breathed a sigh of relief when he rushed into the house with Liu Jinfeng in his arms and put the bride on the kang to sit down.

Just now, he was really afraid that those half-grown men would be cruel, so he kept Liu Jinfeng tightly in his arms.

As for sitting on the Kang, according to local custom, the longer the bride sits on the Kang, the more blessed the family will be.

Therefore, before getting on the sedan chair, the natal mother usually tells her daughter to drink less water and eat less. She usually eats two eggs as a cushion, because eggs are more resistant to hunger.

Of course, there are also those who can't help but eat too much, and end up sitting on the kang for a while before going to the toilet, which may result in the eyes of their in-laws.

Liu Jinfeng and Gao Wenxue's new house is actually the original big kang bed at home, divided into two by a curtain in the middle.

But now we don’t pay much attention to sitting. We just sat there for a while symbolically. Under the auspices of Da Zhangluo and the captain’s aunt, the newlyweds began to worship heaven and earth.

It is said that we are worshiping heaven and earth. According to the rules in recent years, the first thing to worship is the portrait of the chairman on the lid of the cabinet.

Then, he bowed to Liu Shikui and his wife who were sitting on the edge of the Kang, and Lin Zhi who was sitting next to them.

"Grandpa, grandma, I wish you health and longevity!"

"Mom, from now on, I will be your son!"

Gao Wenxue bowed respectfully to his elders. What he said was absolutely correct. He was only half a son.

Especially in his current situation, because of this decision, he has no relatives from his own family around him, and has basically lost contact with him.

So I regard this place as my home and Lin Zhi as my biological mother.

"Eh!"

Lin Zhi was so happy that she smiled from ear to ear, just looking at her daughter and son-in-law.

It was Lin Qingshan who came over and patted his mother's pocket. Then Lin Zhi took out a red envelope from his pocket and happily stuffed it into Gao Wenxue.

According to local custom, this is called change of mouth money.

There was a burst of cheers in the room, and at this point, the simple and warm wedding ceremony officially ended.

Witnessed by the villagers, Liu Jinfeng and Gao Wenxu finally became an official couple.

As for whether or not to get a marriage certificate, rural people don't think much of it. If there are old and young men in the village to witness it, they are considered a couple.

However, Gao Wenxue and Liu Jinfeng, two young people of the new era, are still relatively law-abiding. They had already gone to the county to have their wedding photos taken, and then received the certificate at the commune.

Looking at this joyful scene, Liu Qingshan still felt a little regretful: It would be better if he had a camera.

But in this era, except for state-run photo studios, high-end products such as cameras are not available at all.

With a loud shout, pots and pans moving, and amidst the clinking sounds, the banquet that everyone had been looking forward to the most was finally being prepared.

People also got up one after another and began to walk to the front yard of Captain Zhang Guofu's house.

A Kang table had been placed on the Kang in his house for a long time. The old branch secretary was sitting cross-legged on the Kang, with a big red paper in front of him. This was the account book, and its official name was the gift account.

When rural people get married, the wedding ceremony is relatively transparent. Usually the person with the best handwriting in the village writes the ceremony account.

There was also a person sitting next to me with a bag in his arms, who was responsible for collecting gift money.

One collects money and the other keeps accounts, which is equivalent to the role of the unit's accountant and cash clerk.

There was also a plate of loose cigarettes on the square table, and an empty plate. The candies in it had long been snatched away by the children.

The person who came to give the gift smoked a cigarette, and then took out one or several bills from his pocket, mostly in one piece, with the female tractor driver driving the tractor on the front.

"Big Zhang, three yuan as a congratulatory gift!"

The person in charge of the money was the old accountant in the village. With a shout, the old party secretary would put pen to paper.

"Boss, two dollars!"

"Zhang Zhizi, one piece!"

"Uncle Kidnapper, Wu Yuan!"

Five yuan is considered a big gift.

"Shan Xingniang, Wu Yuan!"

The old accountant took five yuan, and the old party secretary looked up at the young woman holding Shan Xing: "Mom Shan Xing, what is your nickname?"

People in the village rarely call me by my formal name. As a result, I forget my formal name when I call.

"Qian Yuzhen."

Today's Shan Xingniang is obviously in a normal state. She is in her mid-twenties, has pretty features, and is quite attractive.

The clothes are also kept very clean, which can also be seen from Shan Xing.

Because this little girl, like Liu Qingshan’s fourth sister, has never had lice or white hair in her hair.

The so-called lice are lice eggs, which are white and oval in shape.

At that time, the sanitary conditions in rural areas were poor and there were few changes of clothes. Therefore, if many children, especially girls with long hair, did not wash their hair frequently, their heads would be covered with white hairs, which would make their scalp numb.

The old branch secretary nodded: "I've marked it down, Yuzhen, take Shan Xing to the banquet."

The people in the village still took good care of this hard-working educated youth. Even a lazy guy like Zhang Zhanzi once helped carry water.

However, it's hard to say whether he had other thoughts.

The result was that Zhang Gangzi was scolded and kicked several times by the old party secretary, and he never dared to go there again.

We have collected less than thirty households in total, and it won't take long to write the gift account. I compared the account with the money collected, and there is no difference at all, and I am ready to close the stall.

Beep beep beep! There was a sound of car horns coming from behind the house, and immediately, the little kids in the house who were eating candy all ran out.

These days, in small mountain villages like Jiapigou, you may not see a single motor vehicle all year round.

The old branch secretary also rushed out to greet him, and said to Grandpa Guaizi beside him: "Brother Guaizi, today is Army Day, and the Ministry of Human Resources and Armed Forces must be here to see you, an old fighting hero."

Grandpa Guaizi limped: "We only come during the Chinese New Year. Could it be that the charter was changed this year?"

"It's possible. The newspapers talk about reform every day now."

The old branch secretary replied.

When I took a look outside, sure enough, there was a military green jeep parked on the road, commonly known as a 212.

A group of kids had already surrounded the jeep, shouting loudly: "Four tigers, you are not allowed to poke with sticks. The carport is made of canvas. If you poke a hole, I will patch it up with you!"

The children were so frightened that they took a few steps back. Then the car door opened and several people got out of the car one after another.

"They are not from the People's Armed Forces." Grandpa Guaizi judged it as soon as he looked at the clothes of these people.

"It's Secretary Sun of the commune." The old party secretary quickly squeezed through the crowd and went up to shake hands: "Secretary Sun is here, welcome!"

Secretary Sun Hongtao was in his forties, with rough and dark skin. He was wearing a blue cloth jacket with his arms open, revealing a vest that had been washed white underneath. If he had put on a straw hat, he would be no different from the villagers in Jiapigou.

Big difference.

He stretched out his rough hands, grabbed the old party secretary's hand and shook it: "Old Zhang, your village is very lively, who is holding a happy event?"

Then, he introduced a young man wearing half-sleeves next to him to the old branch secretary: "This is County Magistrate Zheng of our county."

County magistrate! This is the biggest cadre who has ever been to Jiapigou, and the villagers also let out a low exclamation.

"Mr. Zheng, hello, hello."

The old party secretary and team leader hurriedly went up to shake hands. For a moment, they were a little at a loss. After all, the level they usually interacted with was that of commune cadres.

These two people still sighed in their hearts: They are really young and promising. Look at them, they are so young, they seem to be less than thirty years old, and they are already the county magistrate.

"My surname is Zheng, and I'm actually the deputy county magistrate."

It was probably not the first time that County Magistrate Zheng had been misunderstood, so he explained with a smile and extended his hand.

He was wearing white half-sleeves, a belt tied around his waist, his trousers were relatively firm and straight, and he was wearing a pair of leather sandals with toe caps. Looking at his appearance, he looked like a cadre.

His hair is a neat crew cut, his facial features are sharp and angular, and his smile gives people a feeling of spring breeze, which immediately relieves the tension in the hearts of the old Party Secretary and Captain Zhang.

"County Magistrate Zheng, welcome to Jiapigou to guide our work."
To be continued...