Zhang Zian was speechless by Zhuang Xiaodie's remarks.

Does the team that sent a bride have anything to do with him?

His ancestral home is Binhai City, but he really doesn't know how "ancestor" this ancestral home is. His family is not a very old-fashioned and traditional big family, and he is not interested in family tree or other things, so he doesn't know when his ancestors lived in Binhai City. Considering the dynasty cycle rate in Chinese history, perhaps it was because of the war-torn fleeing here and settling down.

From the few words he occasionally mentioned by his parents, he seemed to have heard that his ancestors had been rich, but they gradually declined in the wars of the long 20th century. Coupled with the several turbulences after liberation, even the richest families could not withstand such torture.

If his ancestors lived in Binhai Town a hundred years ago, he seemed to be able to understand her rhetorical question.

In such a small seaside town, it is normal for anyone with a little reputation to know each other, and it is better to get close to each other. After all, blood ties are the most basic and reliable bonds to maintain common interests.

Therefore, someone in this bride-giving team, such as a lady sitting in a sedan chair or a maid serving next to him, may have some blood relationship with him, whether close or far away after a hundred years. If it is close to a certain level, it may not even be born without the arrival of this bride-giving team, which is easy to understand.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt close to the team that sent the bride, as if he was rubbing a small object passed down from his ancestors. When he thought of this small object being held by many people from generation to generation, he was like seeing their faces across time and space.

"It's a pity that I didn't bring anything with me when I went out, otherwise I should have some gifts. I wish the new couple a child soon, so I must have a few more children and serve the country with more births." He said half-jokingly.

This is a dream, not history, but just a mirror of history, so it doesn't matter if you do it a little more recklessly.

The bride-sending team was already very close to the city gate, and the suona players were playing even more vigorously. The leaders of the bride-showed team cleaned the dust on their bodies and led the bride-showed team to meet.

Just as the two sides were about to get together, butterflies suddenly flew in the woods and grasses on both sides of the road, with different shapes and colors, even including some extremely rare varieties or extinct varieties in modern society.

The bride-sending team, the bride-welcoming team and the onlookers were all stunned. The suona player stopped playing and stared at the breathtaking scene.

"Miss! Miss! Look! Good luck! This is a rare good luck!"

The maids slapped the sedan chair excitedly, and the curtains of the sedan chair were opened a crack. The bride in the sedan chair lifted up the veil slightly and looked at the colorful butterflies in surprise.

At this time, a giant butterfly as big as a sunflower plate flashed its wings and flew towards the sedan chair. Wherever it passed, other butterflies made way, as if they were the emperor among butterflies.

The bride unconsciously poked out a white hand from the sedan window, and put a shiny and moist jasper bracelet on her wrist.

The giant butterfly fell on her wrist, and countless compound eyes reflected the face under her veil. After a moment, it took off again, circled around the top of the sedan chair for a few times, and flew away.

Other butterflies also flew away with it, like a colorful cloud floating towards the direction of Hidden Mist Mountain.

It was not until the butterfly flew far away that everyone present came to their senses and looked at the sedan chair with different eyes. It seemed like they were looking at the gods. Several old men and young men even knelt down at the sedan chair, muttering words.

If the county magistrate had a few years in advance, maybe the county magistrate would come forward to oppose the marriage and send the bride to the palace to present it to the emperor, which would become a ladder for his promotion and wealth.

Fortunately, the Qing Dynasty was already dead.

"Look! Those butterflies are flying around the hill, do they look like a cloud of colorful fog?"

"I'm afraid there are old gods living on the top of the mountain, right?"

Wu Mancheng, who was walking in the front of the bride-seeking team, grabbed a local person and asked, "I'll ask, what's the name of that mountain?"

"No name, the local name is usually called Xishan." The locals waved their hands repeatedly, "There are often white fog on the mountainside, and I can't see the mountain at a casual time. Today I finally saw it, but I was covered by these butterflies..."

Wu Mancheng was naturally happy when his baby daughter encountered such a rare auspicious sign when she got married. Just to see this scene, it would be better to travel thousands of miles away. He smiled and said, "It's better to call it Yinwu Mountain."

Jizhao was obviously coming for the bride. Whoever dared to oppose the bride's father's words agreed: "Good name! Good name! It's called Yinwu Mountain!"

The head of the wedding ranks did not dare to neglect them. Later, they joined hands with local gentry and prominent families to write a letter to the local government, requesting that the deserted mountain be named Yinwu Mountain.

The overwhelming butterflies enveloped the entire mountain and roared around the mountain. Zhang Zian felt as if he was in the eye of a typhoon composed of butterflies.

"Thank you, this gift is very well presented," he said.

Zhuang Xiaodie turned her head and looked at him, "Do you think I asked the butterflies to go?"

Zhang Zian was stunned again, "No?"

He thought he had just mentioned giving a gift, so she sent butterflies to form such a wonder as a gift, but from her tone, did this wonder really happen in history?

He suddenly thought of a question: the insect plague in Binhai City is caused by caterpillars, including many rare caterpillars, and these butterflies are also developed by caterpillars, and there are also many rare butterflies among them...

Did that insect plague lay hidden dangers a hundred years ago?

What's more, if you say that this was done by Zhuang Xiaodie, why did she please him because of his words? Does he have such a big face?

This kind of wonder has really happened in history, and Zhuang Xiaodie actively flattered him, which of the two is more likely to happen, and the answer is self-evident.

It turned out that he was self-indulgent again, and he rolled his eyes depressedly.

The butterflies were probably tired of flying and landed on the lawn on the top of the mountain to rest. They dried their wings in the sun, making the top of the mountain look like a fairyland.

"I've finished watching the show, I'm going to talk about the serious matters next." Zhuang Xiaodie seemed to have lost interest in the bride-sending team. She turned around to face him and stretched out her two jade fingers, "I want to ask you two questions, I hope you will answer truthfully."

"If you answer the question, you can let me go?" Zhang Zian asked back as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Zhuang Xiaodie refused to comment, "It depends on whether your answer satisfies me."

He sighed. He hated such subjective questions the most since he was a student exam, but he had no choice.

"Then you ask."
Chapter completed!