Ao Muyang is the best man, and he is also the person whom the groom's family thanks. In addition, he is the village chief, so he sat in the upper seat when eating this meal.

Sitting around him were all well-known figures in the village, such as Ao Daguo, Ao Qianwen and others, or senior elderly people such as Grandma Qianlai.

In addition, the old branch secretary Ao Zhiyi also came and sat in the upper seat.

Seeing this, Yao Xiuli was a little unhappy and said to her husband: "Master, why did you call Ao Zhiyi here?"

Ao Qianyao said helplessly: "What should you do if you tell me? Uncle Zhiyi is an elder after all, and he has been the village chief and village party secretary for many years..."

"What's the matter with a village cadre for many years? He didn't take care of our family and did not bring the village to develop well. It doesn't matter if he didn't invite him." Yao Xiuli said.

Ao Qianyao shook his head: "It can't be like this. In the past, other kids were invited to be the first one after another. You said that we won't invite him anymore. How can the villagers not gossip?"

Yao Xiuli poked him with her finger and said hatefully: "You have the face, you care about the face."

When Ao Qianyao heard this, he was a little angry: "I care about face? If I care about face, I can let Wenchang marry a girl from the Bao family? Humph, when my daughter-in-law comes to my house, I see that our family will make a joke!"

Speaking of this, Yao Xiuli also turned her face gloomy: "What's the solution? The wedding invitation was sent out, and everyone knows that her son is having sex with the Bao girl. What do you think we can do?"

With the help of the neighbors, the dishes were served one by one, and the beer, liquor and drinks were also opened. The group was happily preparing to drink.

Ao Zhiyi was unhappy. He sat there unhappily. He didn't respond to the people around him talking to him. After a few times, there was no one who talked to him.

Ao Muyang took the initiative to pour wine for everyone. Ao Daguo raised his glasses with both hands and smiled and said, "Oh, this is the first time I have drunk the village chief's wine, I feel proud."

The people around him burst into laughter. Ao Zhiyi knew that this was what he said to him, and his face suddenly turned dark.

Ao Muyang glared at Ao Daguo, put the bottle in front of him and said, "You want to drink it, right? Here, I'll give it to you. You'll drink all this bottle today, so that you can drink enough."

He was giving Ao Zhiyi a step forward. Seeing this scene, Ao Zhiyi's face was calmer.

Ao Wenchang then came out, and everyone's attention shifted and they started to make a fuss:

"Oh, the groom is out? Come here, the groom toast. The drinks were not in place tonight, which determines that our performance in the wedding night was not in place on the wedding day."

Hearing this, Ao Wenchang smiled bitterly: "Dear uncles and brothers, I will definitely perform well today. You have to show mercy when you get married. Let's abandon the bad habit of having a bridal chamber."

"Bad habit?" Ao Mudong smiled, "This is a custom passed down by our ancestors. How can it be said to be a bad habit?"

Ao Mubing said: "You said that just won't give us face. We have a bridal chamber on the day of our wedding, so everyone must work harder!"

Ao Wenchang's face changed and he quickly begged for mercy. Ao Qianlai, who was trying to elbow, raised his head and said, "Wenchang, you are afraid of a ball. Whoever makes trouble for your wife, you will beat them hard!"

Ao Mudong and his men's faces also changed. They remembered the fear of being dominated by Ao Qianlai's fists when they were in a bridal chamber not long ago. At that time, several people were chased and ran around the yard, which was already a joke in the village.

Ao Muyang knew the bride's temper. He was worried that he would be bad at that time, so he wanted to persuade him, but now he has a special status, so he should consider what to say.

Seeing Ao Qianlai interrupting, he had an idea.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to drink, he said to Ao Wenchang: "Wenchang, if you are afraid that they will make a bridal chamber at that time, then you can find a bodyguard, which costs 100 yuan a day and hire Uncle Qianlai."

Hearing him say this, Ao Wenchang's face was happy: "Good idea."

Ao Qianlai touched the back of his head and said, "One hundred yuan is too little, give it two hundred yuan!"

Ao Wenchang slapped the table: "Okay, only 200 yuan!"

Ao Mudong and his group suddenly turned their mouths skewed: "Damn, scholar, you are so sinister."

Ao Qianlai was eager to look at Ao Wenchang and asked, "Wenchang, do I need to be a bodyguard for you today?"

Ao Mudong and others immediately shut up honestly. Ao Qianlai was a stubborn person. He couldn't tell the difference between jokes and reality. If he continued to make trouble, he would probably be able to start a fight on the spot.

After finishing this meal, there is still another meal later. The night before the wedding day is called wedding soup rice.

However, the meal was mainly for sacrifices. Ao Muyang came to help put it in. They borrowed the old-fashioned Eight Immortals table from the village, and they put it together in four pieces. The old-fashioned ones were placed.

Ordinary people can't serve this meal. There are gods in each position, and gods and ancestors are worshipped. The most visible place opposite the gate is Jade Emperor, followed by other gods such as the Sea Goddess and Land Lord. The lower head is the ancestor of the Ao Wenchang family.

Tea, wine, rice, vegetarian dishes, meat dishes, steamed buns, cakes, fruits and other items are placed on the table. Pig heads, strips of meat, whole goose, whole chicken, yellow croaker, eggs and so on.

When the tide time of this day is high, the official sacrifice will begin. The prospective groom has to stay at the altar. When the time comes, he will add incense and worship to the gods and ancestors one by one.

Lu Zhizi came to help add wine, while Ao Muyang helped set off firecrackers outside. This time, he had to set off some firecrackers. Every time Ao Wenchang toasted wine in the room, he had to set off firecrackers outside.

Firecrackers were crackling, and the air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder. Those who could not bear it were coughing repeatedly, while those who could bear it felt quite enjoyable to smell it.

Ao Muyang belongs to the latter. He thinks that the smell of gunpowder is not choking. This smell is the taste of the New Year and the festive taste.

The little fox, who was put in his pocket, was also smoking, squinting his eyes and his ears, looking very enjoyable.

Ao Muyang noticed something was wrong. He was about to study the situation of the little fox when a domestic off-road vehicle drove in from the entrance of the village and drove directly into the smoke of gunpowder.

The car door was pushed open, and several big men jumped out of the car. Smoke was filled with smoke and cannon paper flew. These men seemed to be in it, and they looked a little like they were flying in the clouds.

Subconsciously, someone asked, "Where did these people come from?"

After Ao Muyang looked at it carefully, most of them were unfamiliar, but the leading bald man was a little familiar.

At this time, Ao Daguo in front of him first reacted: "Hey, isn't this that guy, is it that guy in Anzhou County? What's his name? His sister's name is Su Xiuxiu, and she is Xiucai's girlfriend..."

"Su Zongfeng!" Ao Muyang has a good memory.

Ao Daguo nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, isn't this Su Zongfeng? We've fought with him, what are he doing?"

"What else can I do? Go and notify the scholar quickly. Someone is here to ruin the situation!" Ao Qianpan, who also met with Su Zong Summit, said loudly.
Chapter completed!