Sima Yuntai sat obediently on the bed, paying great attention to every move she made. She obviously regarded herself as a bride-to-be, and she also had a serious and pious attitude in this unexpected wedding.
While waiting silently, I just felt that time passed very slowly, why didn't it come yet?
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps. Sima Yuntai's ears were sharp and his heart trembled. Are you here?
Sima Yuntai listened carefully. They seemed to be discussing something downstairs. Due to the mixed sounds, she could not hear clearly what was being said.
After a while, the sound of footsteps hurrying up the stairs was heard.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, seeming to be approaching her room. Sima Yuntai's heart suddenly became nervous. Is it Fu?
The footsteps did not stop, but passed directly in front of her room.
More and more footsteps going upstairs filled Sima Yuntai's ears.
The quiet space suddenly became noisy, and these footsteps seemed to be busy with something.
The more Sima Yuntai listened, the more curious she became. She wanted to get up and take a closer look, but she remembered Po Yi's instructions and remained seated.
This is her life's business, and she doesn't want any trap to appear, nor does she want to leave anything unlucky.
At the same time as the sound of tables and chairs moving, there was the sound of a frying pan exploding.
Immediately afterwards came the crackling sound of cooking, the sounds of shouting, urging, and hooting...
The entire Fuxi Tower Inn went from quiet to lively in just a moment, as if many guests came to the Fuxi Tower Inn all at once.
Sima Yuntai was curious, why did Tongfulou Inn receive guests again today if it was not booked?
The smell of oily smoke and vegetables came vaguely. Sima Yuntai frowned. Did she think I was easy to bully? She was very unhappy that her wedding was interrupted. However, she had to follow the etiquette and sit quietly now, otherwise she would leave immediately. Ask a good question.
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At the street corner outside the inn, Yipo, the eight bearers carrying the sedan chair, and the drumming group playing joy were already waiting a little impatiently.
Po Yi frowned and said, "Why haven't you come yet?"
They were hired by Baishe Jihua with money, and they were waiting to complete the last etiquette and get the last piece of wedding money, otherwise they would have left early.
Generally, when a family holds a happy event, all the people hired will give a reward and feel happy.
The reward given to the cook in the kitchen is called reward chef.
The reward given to Yipo is called reward si, the reward given to the sedan bearer is called reward sedan, and finally it is reward reward.
Baisheji also knew that he was not a relative but kept waiting for the reward. However, he spent all the money that Mr. Xie gave him. He would be really short of money and couldn't even take out There's nothing you can do to appease everyone's emotions with some money.
He could only say in a good voice, "Po Yi, please wait patiently for a while. Your wedding money will definitely be indispensable when the young master comes."
Po Yi glanced at the shabby-dressed Baisheji and said with disdain: "I don't have any money, but I still have to slap my face to look fat."
Bai Sheji hurriedly said: "No, no, no, please be patient and wait. The master will definitely need everyone's happy money."
A sedan bearer said: "You are the first family to have such a shabby wedding. I have been carrying the sedan for so many years. I think they are planning to leave out the wedding money. Don't wait any longer. Let's go back home."
Others immediately agreed and were ready to leave.
This made Baisheji anxious: "Don't even leave, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."
Unable to persuade him, he simply stopped him, became violent, and said coldly: "Whoever dares to leave, I will break his legs to see how he can still walk."
Today was someone's business. Po Yi had been patient and suppressed her anger, but she stopped pretending when she saw the chicken in the white house was acting cruelly: "Go and find out, Auntie, I'm scared of you in Yingge Town."
Bai Sheji took a step back and said, "They can leave, but you can't leave, Po Yi."
Yipo smiled coldly: "You go first. I don't think there is any drum music. Even if you force me to stay, how can I follow this etiquette?"
Now Yi Po has simply changed her mind and plans to stay and watch the joke.
When Baisheji heard this, he immediately changed his mind and said, "Hey, hey, hey, don't leave then."
It's just that he can stop this, but not that.
At this moment, an old man with sweat on his head hurried past in front of him, followed by a young man holding a red paper, quickly keeping up with the old man's pace.
Everyone who was about to leave immediately stopped, Mr. Song?
As a team of emcees who usually make a living, these people have also been in contact with Mr. Song.
Mr. Song is the only Jinshi in Yingge Town. Whenever there is a happy event or good news, Mr. Song will be invited to write a letter and list. Sometimes, Mr. Song will also help the businessmen here to write contracts.
Being able to invite this Mr. Song is a very honorable thing. Of course, because this Mr. Song is the only Jinshi in Yingge Town, Mr. Song's appearance fee is also relatively expensive, and not ordinary people can afford it.
Everyone was very curious and saw several men going up to greet Mr. Song, but they were the shopkeepers of several restaurants next to Tongfu Building.
Several shopkeepers embraced Mr. Song into a restaurant.
Po Yi and others were very curious. As far as they knew, the shopkeepers of these restaurants had a lot of competition with each other when they were separated. How could they be so harmonious and harmonious today?
An even stranger scene occurred. The guests of the restaurant owned by the shopkeeper were escorted out one by one by the waiter with a smile on his face. It was as if the restaurant had been booked temporarily.
A customer was cursing, and suddenly a man appeared with a knife on the customer's neck. The customer was so frightened that he didn't even dare to fart.
When the other guests saw this scene, they acted calmly.
The shopkeeper is a businessman and stood at the door in person with a smile on his face: "Dear guests, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but the food and accommodation are all free of charge."
"Po Yi, what happened?"
Yipo responded casually: "How could I know."
After a word, he murmured: "It seems like some royal relatives have arrived, all the rest will be driven away."
A shopkeeper came out with the red list of happy events that Mr. Song had just written and posted it at the door of his restaurant.
Posting this wedding red list also makes it clear to past guests that the restaurant is a venue for wedding banquets today and will not be entertained.
It was still a long time before dinner time, but many vegetable and meat farmers were carrying burdens and pushing ox carts and stopped at the entrances of major restaurants.
Suddenly, the streets became extremely lively and busy.
"Po Yi, it looks like someone is doing something good."
Po Yi said angrily: "I'm not blind, so I don't need you to tell me. Seeing that this battle is planning to set up a hundred and eighty tables, it's strange. Why didn't I receive any news about such a big event?" Which one is it?"
When Bai Sheji heard this, he thought to himself, why did he bump into someone else? This is not better than this, it is so shabby, and he only feels sorry for his benefactor.
