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Chapter 203: The Bride Is a Chicken


"Everything weird happens these days."

Dachun clicked his tongue and followed the team.

The road was too narrow and he couldn't pass even if he wanted to.

Following all the way, most of the team seeing off the bride looked back, with curiosity written all over their faces.

This made me feel at ease.

At least they were normal people and didn't do anything wrong.

After following for nearly half an hour, we finally entered the village.

Compared with the villages we saw before, this village was obviously much larger in size.

I did a rough count and found that there were at least five or six hundred households, so the population must be over a thousand.

As soon as we entered the village, firecrackers were set off.

The festive flavor immediately came on, and there were villagers on the roadside, drinking there.

"Let's join in the fun" Dachun had a good time driving the car at the end of the village.

We got out of the car and followed the team towards the inside.

Strange thing is.

No one asked where we came from, and the people cheering on the roadside were all middle-aged men.

For things like marriage, especially in rural areas, excitement is a must, and women and children are also necessary.

However, there are no women or children among the villagers on the roadside.

Dachun and Sister Shiliu also noticed something strange and followed them with curious faces.

The procession stopped in front of a large courtyard, and firecrackers were fired again, starting from the moment they entered the village.

The sound of firecrackers never stopped.

According to the rules, when the bride arrived, she asked the groom to carry her into the yard.

When the groom got off the horse, his face looked a little strange and hesitant.

Still a little uneasy.

The same was true for the surrounding villagers, who stared at the sedan with fear written all over their faces.

"The bride can't be a corpse, right?"

Dachun scratched his head and guessed.

"Probably not" I shook my head.

On the way, we didn't feel the smell of Yin Qi.

When the groom walked to the sedan chair, the suona and horns also sounded, and the surrounding villagers suddenly became silent.

The scene of hundreds of people suddenly became silent.

The groom gritted his teeth, opened the sedan curtain, and ducked in.

When he came out, what he held in his arms was not the bride, but an old hen.

"Cluck cluck" As soon as I took it out, the hen crowed a few times, as if she was looking for the lost chick.

"Alive, alive" "is alive"

"alive" Seeing that the hen brought out by the groom was alive, the surrounding villagers breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on their faces.

Some villagers began to go home to greet their wives and children.

He said he wanted to come to Lehehe.

The three of us looked at each other and didn't understand what was going on.

The villagers were still so happy about marrying a wife to a hen.

There was something going on here.

The hen was still covered with a red hijab, which just covered half of the chicken's body.

A red rope was wrapped around the chicken's body and tied up half of the chicken's body and two of its feet.

With a smile on his face, the groom happily walked inside holding the hen, as if he had married a peerless beauty.

Knowing that the hen was alive, a group of young men rushed out of the yard and threw grains and cereals at the groom and the hen in his arms.

A group of middle-aged women followed out, welcoming the groom and walking into the courtyard.

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It was very lively.

We watched Monk Zhang Er scratching his head.

I don't understand what's going on at all.

"Hey, fellow, smoke a cigarette, smoke a cigarette" Dachun pulled over a villager in his forties and handed him a cigarette.

The villagers looked us up and down carefully.

He asked doubtfully: "Here to collect grass."

"Yeah yeah" Dachun nodded with a smile, helped light the cigarette, and said: "It's our first time here, and we are not familiar with this."

I've finally convinced Dachun's ability to tell lies, but what does this villager mean by "collecting grass"?

"Why is it so early this year?

Didn't you come at the beginning of winter?

It's nearly half a month early."

The village name asked strangely while smoking a cigarette.

Sister Shiliu and I looked at each other.

The intelligence collection this time was obviously insufficient.

Isn't it unreasonable for this village to be so popular?

I recalled it carefully.

Compared with other villages, this village is not only popular, but also has a clear difference in affluence.

There are about five to six hundred households in this village.

Every household has a brand-new large tile-roofed house with a spacious and bright yard.

Although the clothes are not the most fashionable.

But it can be seen that the quality is not bad.

This village is completely different from the previous village.

It's the same location, but there are too many differences.

"Isn't this the first time I've done this?

I heard it's quite profitable.

Let's check out the spots first."

Dachun took a deep breath from the cigarette and spoke smoothly.

"My name is Li Decai, young man, you can just call me Brother Li.

If you can trust me, this year's Dulongcai business.

How about cooperation between the two of us?"

The villagers rolled their eyes, came up and said.

As soon as these words came out, I almost couldn't hold back my laughter, but it was just a few words, and Dachun fooled me.

This villager named Li Decai had a narrow forehead, pointed mouth, and small, dull eyes.

He was obviously a traitor and a treacherous person.

If Dachun showed his slightest signs of betrayal, he would climb up and try to take advantage.

But this is okay, let him take advantage of some money, and we can also learn more about Baoquan Ridge, and the Dulongcao he mentioned.

"Okay, then this time, Brother Li, you have to take care of your brother more."

Dachun grinned and agreed.

But I didn't let down my guard either, things had to come step by step.

It’s still unclear whether Li Decai is a real villager or was arranged by my good junior sister Ma Junyao.

According to Li Decai, the wedding is not urgent.

The party has not started yet and the main seats will have to wait for a while.

Let's go with him to his house and get settled first before coming over.

Li Decai's house is not far from here, separated by two alleys.

His house is nice, with a separate house and courtyard.

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There are three rooms in the upper room and two wing rooms on the left and right.

Not to mention the three of us, a few more can be accommodated.

Li Decai came home to call his son.

His son was six or seven years old and was a little afraid of strangers.

He didn't dare to come out when he saw us hiding behind Li Decai.

"Brother Li, why haven't you seen your sister-in-law?"

Dachun was speechless and went up to tease the child and asked.

"Hey, he passed away due to illness."

Li Decai sighed, and a look of loneliness flashed across his face.

The child always held his waist and hid behind him with his head lowered.

I stood aside and looked at the father and son with a smile.

It was absolutely wrong no matter what, the child was so pink and tender.

With his big eyes and double eyelids, he and Li Decai are basically two different molds.

"Let's go, today is a happy day for Lao Wang's family.

I will show you our customs.

Don't rush into business matters.

Let's talk about it when we get back."

As if he didn't want to recall those sad past events, Li Decai threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, crushed it twice with his foot, and then picked up the child.

"Okay" Dachun agreed with a smile and walked out.

I was last.

The more I watched, the more I felt that there was something wrong with the father and son.

They were too different.

The child was pink and tender, but the father was a black gourd.

When we returned to Lao Wang's house, there were more than 20 tables set up in their large courtyard, and the banquet was already busy.

Most of the people sitting were men, with women helping, and children running around on the floor.

It was full of celebration.

Li Decai sat down at a table outside and introduced the three of us as customers.

He also said that this is the business I brought in and you should not take it away.

The people at the same table looked at the three of us as if we were being taken advantage of, but I didn't care.

I just wanted to see what they were up to.

Getting married with a hen bride, this is too weird The seats were full, the dishes were served, and the meal began, but the wine never came, which was even more strange.

What is a banquet without wine?

However, these villagers all had a accustomed look on their faces, moving their chopsticks to eat, basically eating one dish at a time, and not eating any more.

Li Decai himself was like this, and he asked us to follow his example, saying that the drinking time would come later, and we could only drink when the bride and groom came out to toast.

We didn't have to wait too long.

In less than ten minutes, three people came out of the house carrying a large vat of wine and shouting slogans.

The groom followed behind, still holding the hen in his arms.

I became even more curious.

Could it be possible that he would really marry a hen?

The wine vat was carried to the middle of the yard.

The groom came over with the hen in his arms, pulled out a knife from his waist, lifted the chicken with one hand, exposing the chicken's neck, and slashed the knife down.

The hen died without even saying a word, and the chicken blood dripped.

Into the wine vat.

I was completely stunned, what did this mean: