At the beginning of the morning, it was the time when the villagers in Jianjia Village were very busy. Usually at this time, men would be working in the fields with hoes and rakes, and peasant women would be cleaning the house, worrying about what the family would eat for lunch. Today, the villagers gathered on the main road at the entrance of the village, whispering and talking.
Jian Renjie stood at the back of the crowd holding a tea cup. As the leader of the clan, he had always been aware of all matters in the village, but now he was a little confused about the situation. Judging from the reactions of the villagers, it seemed that something big had happened in the village, but he stood here for a long time and no villagers told him what happened. Moreover, everyone looked at him strangely, and the two people who were clearly chatting happily lowered their voices when they saw his appearance.
Jian Renjie touched his beard and frowned. Could it be that he, the clan leader, really wanted to ask in person?
At this time, several children were seen running out from the depths of the village. The children laughed and shouted loudly: "The bride is coming out!"
Jian Renjie was stunned for a moment, bride? Where did the bride come from? Does anyone in the village marry their daughter? Why didn't he hear about it?
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a tall figure walking out of the fork at the end of the road. Looking closely, a young man he had never seen before came out leading a tall horse, and immediately sat Jian Jia, who was wearing cloth clothes and with her hair tied up.
Jian Renjie was shocked: "Huh?! When did Jia'er marry me?!"
At this time, the villagers around him couldn't help but said: "You don't know yet? Jian Xiaoqiang and He Xiaohong did a good job. They took fifteen taels of bride price and sold Jian Jia!"
Jian Renjie felt that all the blood in his body rushed to his brain. He staggered and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground and smashed to pieces: "Sell it? How dare he?!"
He is Jian Xiaoqiang's uncle, and he does have the idea of taking care of his nephew. He felt that the Jian family was wealthy, and if Jian Xiaoqiang and his wife could adopt him into the Jian family, their lives would be much easier in the future. But he is also the leader of a clan, and what he does must convince everyone. Now that Jian Xiaoqiang is like this, where can he put his old face?
Jian Renjie was so angry that he gasped, his eyes widened, and he watched Jian Jia ride past him on a horse.
This was Jian Jia's first time riding a horse in two lifetimes. Her horse was taller than the horses in the park where people were photographed. When the horse moved, she froze up and did not dare to move. She had a serious face when she was nervous, so she seemed to be in a bad mood while sitting on the horse.
Farmers usually wear red and green when marrying their daughters. Jian Jia didn't want to use the original owner's wedding dress, so she only wore a newer dress and a thin silver hairpin on her head. Although no makeup was applied, the original owner's foundation was already good. Even with the simplest bun, she still looked extremely beautiful.
If they saw such a beautiful girl getting married on a normal day, the onlookers would praise her. However, today except for the children who were booing for no apparent reason, the villagers were particularly silent. Some ladies and aunts even had red eyes and were silently wiping away tears while tugging at the corners of their clothes.
When Jian Zhishan and his wife were still alive, Jia'er was the most lively and pretty girl in the entire Jian family village. She didn't expect that she would be like this now by her stepbrother and sister-in-law. No wonder she hit her step-sister-in-law so hard yesterday. If it were her, she might not be as good as Jia'er.
The horse was followed by more than a dozen villagers carrying dowries, each of which was wrapped in red cloth. The third aunt asked people to find red cloths of different colors from various houses. For every inch of red cloth obtained, what Jian Xiaoqiang and his wife did would be mentioned once.
There is no red sedan chair, no suona, only the sound of horse hooves. Since the founding of Jianjia Village, we have never seen such a silent wedding procession. The short team quickly walked out of the village entrance, turned a corner, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
When the wedding procession was no longer in sight, the villagers dispersed in dismay. Jian Renjie's face turned blue and white, and he hurried towards the Jian's courtyard. Before entering the courtyard, he saw Jian Laosan walking out of the small courtyard with his hands behind his back.
The two of them met unexpectedly, and Jian Laosan said hello in a leisurely manner: "Brother, you're here early..." Then he shook his head in gloating, and left slowly humming a tune with his hands behind his back.
Jian Renjie's anger could no longer be suppressed, and he rushed into the yard in three steps at a time.
After the wedding procession left, He Xiaohong finally had no worries. She sat under the eaves and clapped her hands on her thighs, crying: "Damn it - all the good things are gone - head of the house, please say a word. !”
That bitch Jian Jia ruined not only the egg white noodles she had hidden in the cupboard, but also the white candles and lard at home. Forget it, not only did she take away the dowry that she had longed for, but she also took an additional 800 copper coins from her hand!
Eight hundred copper coins, that was the personal money she had saved for several years, and it was just gone!
Jian Xiaoqiang scratched his forehead with a sullen face and let out a long sigh of relief. Although there were many twists and turns in today's matter, it was considered safe and he sent Jian Jia out. I just need to treat the bride to dinner tonight and give Mrs. Qian the gift money, and the matter will be over. When he thought that the huge Jian family would become his private property from now on, He Xiaohong's crying was no longer enough to bother him.
"You evildoer!"
The uncle's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Jian Xiaoqiang turned around and was greeted by his uncle's heavy slap.
After a slap, Jian Xiaoqiang's eyes were filled with stars and he almost fell to the ground: "Uncle?!"
Jian Renjie was so angry that he couldn't speak coherently: "Uncle? I don't have an uncle like you! You are simply a beast! How dare you sell someone in broad daylight?!"
Jian Xiaoqiang muttered in a low voice: "How can it be considered a sale? Didn't the dowry go to her? They also added some makeup. Besides, Mrs. Qian has already settled the matter, and they are a serious couple..."
Jian Renjie's head was buzzing: "How dare you talk back? Tell me honestly, where is the fifteen-tael gift!" When a girl from Jianjia Village gets married, a six-tael or eighty-tael gift is already considered a high gift. Fifteen taels of betrothal gift, thank you Jian Xiaoqiang for asking for it!
The key is that it's okay to sell people, and they actually made a big fanfare so that the whole village knew about it. Jian Renjie wanted to eat Jian Xiaoqiang alive, "You dare to ask for this money? Aren't you afraid that Jian Zhishan and his wife will come to you at night?! Take it out!"
Jian Xiaoqiang didn't want to take it at first, but when he saw Jian Renqiang getting angry, he squeaked: "There are only five taels left..."
Now it was not just Jian Renjie who was surprised, He Xiaohong jumped up from the ground: "Five taels?! How come there are only five taels left?"
Facing the cannibalistic looks of his uncle and his wife, Jian Xiaoqiang lowered his head guiltily: "There are still ten liang in the Wanlong gambling house..."
He Xiaohong's facial muscles twitched violently, and she let out a sharp cry: "I'm not alive anymore-" He originally thought of using Jian Jia's gift money to support his family, but the dead man in the family went gambling again!
He Xiaohong cried and rushed out of the courtyard. Jian Xiaoqiang wanted to chase him, but when he saw his uncle's pale face and looked like he was about to push away, he could only look at Jian Renjie first: "Uncle, how are you?"
Jian Renjie patted his chest, and it took him a while to catch his breath. He shook his hands and said fiercely: "Take out the money!"
Jian Xiaoqiang was reluctant, but could only slowly touch his chest: "Uncle, do you also want this gift money?"
Jian Renjie sneered: "Don't call me uncle, I don't have a stupid nephew like you! Remember, Jian Jia is getting married today. If you still want to live in the village in the future, you will bite yourself to death for only ten taels of silver. There are still five taels for Jian Jia to return to her husband's house. Remember?!"
Jian Xiaoqiang's hand holding the money bag paused, and he asked blankly: "Ah? Uncle, do you mean to give these five taels of silver to Jian Jia?"
Jian Renjie glared at Jian Xiaoqiang bitterly, and snatched the money bag: "What else? Or let everyone poke our uncles and nephews in the back, and the whole village scolds us for occupying the Jian family's property and nurturing the orphans?!"
After receiving the money bag, Jian Renjie rolled up his sleeves and left. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something important: "By the way, how can someone like Jian Laosan stand up for Jian Jia?"
Jian Xiaoqiang was also confused about this matter: "Yes, my nephew does things very secretly, how could he know?"
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Jian Jia didn't know what Jian Renjie's uncle and nephew were planning. She only knew that after passing through several villages, her ability to control horses became more and more proficient. Now her body was no longer as stiff as when she first got on the horse, and she had the energy to look around.
Of course, her progress is inseparable from Qin Yi holding the horse. The village road was difficult to navigate, but Qin Yi was able to lead the horse to avoid every ditch, which made her barely feel the bumps while sitting on the horse.
Qin Yi is a silent person, Jian Jia looked at his straight back and fell into deep thought. This is the kind of person who, after the original owner committed suicide a series of times, is willing to give up his family property for the second time just to carry the original owner's broken body home for burial. How could a person who values love and justice like this have lived a good life if he hadn't met the original owner?
Just as Jian Jia was deep in thought, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Jia'er - wait -"
Jian Jia looked around and saw a man riding a donkey on the village road. From the memory of the original owner, Jian Jia learned that the man chasing him was called Jian Dayue, the eldest son of the patriarch Jian Renqiang, and the original owner had to call him big brother.
It didn't take long for Jian Dayue to catch up. He took out a piece of red silk from his arms, smiled awkwardly, and did not dare to look into Jian Jia's eyes: "Jia'er, you were walking in a hurry and left something behind. My dad Let me give it to you and tell you that Jianjia Village will always be your natal family, come back and visit often when you have time."
Jian Jia accepted the red silk and said lightly: "Thank you, brother, and thank the clan leader for me." The contents of the red silk were a bit irritating, but they were quite heavy. Although she didn't know what was inside, it allowed Jian Dayue to run alone. This trip should be of some value.
