Chapter 2: The Wedding & Legend of a Lone Wolf (1/2)

Chapter 2: The Wedding & Legend of a Lone Wolf

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In the early morning, the mist covered the entire mountain village, with trees and houses looming. Occasionally, the intertwined sound of two dogs barking and cocks crowing could be heard, which were ordinarily the only sounds in the village.

However, that day was totally unusual. A burst of festival drumbeats arose in the village when the sun had just come out. Later, a group of people in red wedding gowns moved from the east of the village to the west, with drums beating and cymbals crashing. In the very front was a tall, strong man, about the age of 20, riding an old horse. He wore a big red flower on his head and a red wedding gown as well, with a joyful smile on his face.

The horse was not tall and strong, but it was outstanding enough in this small mountain village. Thus, along with the way, it attracted each and every villager to look on, taking one hour to complete a journey of less than one kilometer.

As usual, Little Shiba was sitting on a small stool in open-crotch pants. But today, this small stool had been moved outside. Behind this small stool was a locked entrance door. This naughty boy smirked at those people with drums beating and cymbals crashing, sitting firmly on his small stool like Mount Tai.

”Stop!”

With a sharp yell, the wedding group stopped. A gorgeously dressed matchmaker waved a fan and walked over to Little Shiba cheerfully.

”Oh, aren't you the Zhou's fourth son? Why are you here today? Are you learning from others to block the entrance door? Come on! Here are some candies. Leave the entrance door and enjoy them!” Saying this, she took three or four candies from nowhere and squeezed them into Little Shiba's hands. At the same time, pulling his sleeves, she tried to take Little Shiba off the stool, silently telling him that he should not block the way!

”How can it be such an easy thing, to just give some candies? Where are the red envelopes?”

Screaming, Little Shiba lifted his hands and threw the candies away, with one at the matchmaker's forehead, just right.

”My sister said that I can't leave without enough red envelopes!”

The people around guffawed, as well as Wang Tianlei on horseback. As he jumped off and walked over to Little Shiba, he pulled out a red envelope and squeezed it into Little Shiba's hands.

Little Shiba weighed the heavy envelope in his hands. As he opened it, there were about three or four copper coins. He immediately stood up with satisfaction and moved his small stool aside, watching the bridegroom knocking on the entrance door.

Blocking the entrance door was actually a trick. Three or four copper coins were a lot to people in the mountains. Moreover, he was a three-year-old boy with a 20 or 30-year-old soul. Continuing the trick would only have made him embarrassed, as he did not intend to create difficulties.

But behind the entrance door, Boxer, his brother, behaved the other way around. He enjoyably spared no efforts to block the door, so that those people spent more than half an hour there.

The next things were simple and people just followed the procedures.

Coming from another world, Little Shiba had never seen an ancient wedding. But obviously, the weddings in this small mountain village were not as complex as those in costume dramas during his previous life, let alone in novels. Instead, it was quite a simple thing here. All the people were reveling as the bride came in and they went to celebrate the wedding in the bridal chamber, which definitely was no longer his business.

What he anticipated most right now was the meal served at the wedding.

Except for the period of the Spring Festival, he really had not fully enjoyed even one meal since he was born.

In fact, the villagers barely tasted any meat in their diets this year, so this was such a rare chance to resume it.

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The wedding was very lively and every available villager was there. Each of them took their families as well, with the same plan in mind as Little Shiba.

Food had not been served yet, but tea had already been on the dining tables, along with some must-have refreshments, such as melon seeds and peanuts. Thus, fellow villagers all sat around one dining table, chatting, cracking jokes, reprimanding their grandsons, or beating up their sons; nothing uncommon. Each and every face lit up with happiness as if the wedding was their own son's. A joyous atmosphere pervaded everywhere until a scream burst out from the door.

It was a loud and sonorous scream, and not delighted, but terrified.