In mid-April, the chaotic and exciting disputes between the wives of the Cheng family, senior officials, cousins, etc. had not dissipated on the streets of the capital. On this day, there was even greater excitement.

People all over the street were running in one direction in a noisy manner, and those who saw it were panicking.

"What happened?"

Everyone asked questions one after another.

"It's okay, it's okay."

The strange thing is that the people who were asked did not share their knowledge as enthusiastically and excitedly as other times. Instead, they shook their heads in unison and said it was okay.

How can they look like nothing is wrong!

Everyone was still running fast, no, running faster than before being questioned, as if they were afraid of being beaten first.

What's even stranger is that there are people holding pots of various sizes.

Seeing the pot and the direction in which everyone was running, someone finally reacted.

"Today is Maoyuan Mountain Festival Day!"

This shout made the stunned people react, and they immediately started running after shouting.

Of course there are many people who don't know why.

"What happened to the Maoyuan Mountain Festival?" they asked in a daze, "There is a family festival, what are you going to see?"

"Sanjiu, you can only eat it from Maoyuan Mountain today." Someone finally couldn't help shouting.

His shouts aroused dissatisfaction from people around him, who cursed and accused him.

"Maoyuan Mountain only has so much. The more people you have, the less you get, you idiot!"

Maoyuan Mountain!

Maoyuan Mountain, the best liquor in the world!

But it was too late for the curse, and everyone finally understood that Maoyuan Mountain can only be eaten once a year, no wonder everyone is running around, no wonder they are all holding serving utensils.

More people gathered on the street and rushed out of the city.

The soldiers standing at the city gate could see these scary crowds more clearly from their vantage point.

"It's even more lively than the funeral." Some soldiers sighed.

"I didn't expect that someone could have such a grand scene after being dead for so long." A soldier couldn't help but lean on the wall to look at it. "It's really worth dying."

Of course, some people are disdainful.

"That's just because of Maoyuan Mountain Wine."

But this was not recognized.

"So what about the wine? In the future, this wine will have its name in the history, and whenever we talk about it, the story of the brothers from Maoyuan Mountain will be indispensable."

"That's right, if I can do this, I don't care if it's because of wine or water."

"You? You should first think about where to find a sister like this."

There was a roar of laughter on the city gate wall.

"What are you doing!"

The general's voice came from the side.

Everyone hurriedly stopped talking and joking, and lined up to defend the city, but their eyes still unconsciously fell on the Maoyuan Mountain Tomb in the distance. There was already a sea of ​​people there, and they had probably started to drink wine, creating a noisy wave.

The hustle and bustle here did not affect the worship.

Under the leadership of Fan Jianglin, Cheng Jiaoniang and Mr. Huang saluted, supported Xiao Baoer to toast Xu Bangchui and others, and kowtowed.

Little Baoer was impatient with being pressed, so he just grabbed the tombstone and played with it, but Huang quickly stopped.

"Let him play." Fan Jianglin said, "It can be regarded as father and son spending time together."

Mrs. Huang couldn't bear these words and turned away to wipe her tears.

Fan Jianglin handed a stack of burning paper to Cheng Jiaoniang and watched Cheng Jiaoniang put it into the brazier.

"Sister, what do you think about the marriage?" he asked suddenly.

The Gao family asked for a marriage from the Queen Mother, and the six men of the Zhou family vowed to avenge the hatred of seizing his wife. Will Mrs. Cheng be forced to marry into the Gao family under authority, or will her childhood sweetheart and cousin marry each other? Gambling houses in the capital are placing heavy bets.

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Let's have some fun in the cemetery and let the brothers who are thinking about my sister listen.

"Where did our childhood sweethearts come from?" Cheng Jiaoniang smiled.

When she was Qingmei, she was accompanied by Qingdeng.

Fan Jianglin also laughed.

"It's a rumor in the market, it sounds more attractive." He smiled.

"Dalangjun can also joke." Banqin laughed from behind.

The atmosphere in front of the tomb became pleasant, and it seemed that the cold tombstone also became softer.

"What do you think, sister?" Fan Jianglin asked.

"I didn't think about it," Cheng Jiaoniang said.

really…

Banqin lowered his head and smiled, then threw a pile of burning paper into the brazier.

"Then...who will you marry?" Fan Jianglin asked.

"Anyone can." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I haven't thought about it."

Anyone can do it!

Fan Jianglin was a little crazy. What is this word? He knew that this topic should be asked by Huang, but Huang was too timid to ask.

"Then my sister has never thought about marrying anyone?" he asked.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and shook her head.

"What's there to think about?" she said.

"Nothing to think about?" Fan Jianglin coughed lightly, "Which woman doesn't want to get married? It's a life-long matter. How can my sister not think about it?"

Cheng Jiaoniang laughed.

"Brother, this is a life-long event." She smiled.

"Sister." Huang couldn't listen anymore.

It is said that this younger sister has lived foolishly in a Taoist temple since she was a child, with no one to teach her and no one to talk to her about her daughter. She has always been weird about the ways of the world, so she probably doesn’t understand these things at all.

"A woman's marriage is a lifelong matter, and it is a major event related to lifelong happiness." She said, "You can't marry randomly, and not just anyone can marry. You have to be carefully selected."

"Is it like a sister-in-law choosing her eldest brother?" Cheng Jiaoniang said with a slight smile.

Huang's face turned red and he turned to look at Fan Jianglin.

"Yes." She nodded, "I will be blessed in this life if I choose your eldest brother."

Fan Jianglin also looked a little uncomfortable.

"Sister, what are you talking about?" he said, pretending to be unhappy.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.

"Sister-in-law is lucky," she said.

"It's not just luck, it's just that I picked well, so my sister must choose carefully. She can't just marry anyone," said Huang.

No, anyone can marry, it’s the same for everyone.

Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.

Even her father could let her marry the enemy who destroyed her family, so who else could she not marry? Marrying someone was no big deal.

"Who do my brother and sister-in-law want me to marry?" she asked.

Fan Jianglin and Huang looked at each other and asked us?

"Whether it works for us or not, it's up to you, sister," Huang said.

"Me," Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I really haven't thought about it. For me, except for one thing, everything else is trivial, trivial things that I don't even need to think about."

Therefore, the lady still has thoughts and desires.

Banqin was excited and curious.

"What's the matter?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Alive." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

alive?

Fan Jianglin and Huang were a little surprised.

"Madam, is it difficult to live?" Banqin asked.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"It's difficult," she said.

It will be difficult to keep the Cheng family's bloodline alive three hundred years later.

She turned to the tombstone, threw a pile of burning paper into the brazier, and watched the smoke rising.

Fan Jianglin also looked at the tombstone and stopped talking.
To be continued...