Traveling through 70's wine

Chapter 172 Remarriage

After Zhuang Xien got the divorce certificate, he went to the store and told Fang Yuan and Lin Qingyuan that he would be returning home early to celebrate the New Year.

Fang Yuan saw the bruises on his face and wanted to ask him why he got divorced. But seeing Zhuang Xien's dark face, he didn't dare to speak.

Lin Qingyuan winked at him and said to Zhuang Xien, "Brother Zhuang, you can go now. The store will be closed in a few days. We are all here, so it won't affect anything."

Zhuang Xien went home to pack his things, went to the train station to buy a train ticket, and bought some gifts for returning home. After thinking for a while, he also bought some clothes and facial cream for Yang Xiaoqin.

Zhuang Xien was in a bad mood all the way. When he returned to the countryside, he first visited the important figures and elders in the village. He gave candy, malted milk and Jiefang shoes to the village party secretary, and also gave candy and cigarettes to the elders in the clan. Everyone praised Zhuang Xien.

When he got home, Zhuang Xien said to Yang Xiaoqin, "Xiaoqin, how are you? Is the child okay?"

Yang Xiaoqin looked at him and asked, "Why didn't your cousin come back?"

Zhuang's mother also said dissatisfiedly: "Wen Qing is just ignorant."

Zhuang Xien said expressionlessly: "We are divorced."

The two of them didn't say anything. After a while, Zhuang's mother said, "Then, then how do you divide your things?" Her voice became smaller and smaller, but she still said it.

Zhuang Xien sneered and said, "Don't worry about it. She didn't even want the things Wen Qing brought to the house."

Zhuang's father heard them talking and came over to ask, "Why don't you take her business over?"

Zhuang Xien glared at his father, "How shameless are you? If you are so capable, why don't you come over? Don't I know what you are thinking?"

Zhuang's father said indignantly: "Isn't it for you?"

Zhuang Xien said: "You guys made a good noise, are you satisfied now?"

He turned to Yang Xiaoqin and said, "Let's go get the marriage certificate tomorrow."

Yang Xiaoqin was surprised and delighted, "Cousin, you want to marry me?"

Zhuang Xien touched her face and said, "You are pregnant with my child, of course I have to marry you."

Zhuang's mother stood up and wanted to speak, Zhuang Xien turned to her and said, "Mom, go get my bag."

Zhuang's mother shut up and took Zhuang Xien's big bag. Zhuang Xien opened the bag and said, "This milk powder is for Xiying. Lanhua is about to give birth, right? Give it to the baby."

He took out a red cotton coat and said, "Xiaoqin, this is for you."

Yang Xiaoqin was unhappy when she heard that the milk powder was given to Lanhua. But now she heard that the cotton coat was hers, she happily took it. When she opened it, she saw that it was a red cotton coat. She decided to wear it tomorrow.

Zhuang Xien also took out the things for his parents and sisters, which were all candies, wine and cloth.

After the things were divided, Zhuang Xien said, "Mom, which room should I live in? I want to rest."

Zhuang's mother said, "You and Xiaoqin will register tomorrow, so you can stay in her room."

After Yang Xiaoqin came back, she continued to live in Zhuang's house. Zhuang's mother let her live in the room that Wen Qing and her husband lived in when they got married.

After Yang Xiaojun sent Yang Xiaoqin back, he went back to his own home. After Yang Xiaoqin's parents heard about what happened, they did not come to make a fuss, wanting to wait until the child was born before making any further arrangements.

Yang Xiaoqin brought her household registration with her when she went to Pingjing, so there was no problem getting a marriage certificate. However, she pulled Zhuang Xien and said, "Cousin, let's go to the town to get a marriage certificate tomorrow. Can we ask Xiaojun to come with us?"

There was a hint of shyness on her face, mixed with excitement. Zhuang Xien's heart softened, and he said softly, "Okay, I'll ask someone to send a letter to Xiaojun and ask him to come early tomorrow."

In the evening, Yang Xiaoqin snuggled in Zhuang Xien's arms, "Cousin, I'm so happy."

Zhuang Xien held her head and said, "Xiaoqin, let's live a good life in the future."

He still had some feelings for Yang Xiaoqin, but since Wen Qing had left, he let it go.

Zhuang's mother was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhuang Xian's marriage to Yang Xiaoqin. Yang Xiaoqin was a rural woman and could not help Zhuang Xian in any way. It would be better for her to save face if Wen Qing told others about it.

Originally, she wanted to stop it, but Zhuang's father felt that since the other party was already pregnant, there was no choice at all. Zhuang's mother gave up, thinking that she could not control Wen Qing, but her own niece was easy to control.

Zhuang Xien asked Zhuang Xiqing to deliver a letter to Yang Xiaoqin's home, and her father was very happy.

At dawn, Yang Xiaojun went out. The two villages were only ten miles apart. When he arrived at the village, the village mother had prepared breakfast and saw Yang Xiaojun. She asked, "Xiaojun, you are here? Have breakfast."

Yang Xiaojun: "Aunt, you take a rest, I'll do it."

He helped Zhuang's mother bring pickles and steamed bread to the table, and also brought out a large pot of corn porridge.

Seeing that Mother Zhuang gave Lanhua and Yang Xiaoqin an egg each, a smile appeared on her face.

Yang Xiaoqin was wearing the red cotton-padded jacket bought by Zhuang Xien, which made her face look rosy. Lanhua snorted, peeled an egg and started to eat it. Her belly had already dropped, and it seemed that she would give birth soon.

After dinner, Zhuang Xien, Yang Xiaoqin and Yang Xiaojun went to the town to take photos and register their marriage. It would take a few days to get the photos and another two days to get the marriage certificate.

Zhuang Xien remembered that there was a custom of proposing marriage and giving gifts in rural areas, "You and your sister go home first, I will come in the afternoon."

Yang Xiaojun said awkwardly: "My father wants 500 yuan as a betrothal gift."

Yang Xiaoqin asked: "Why do you want so much gift?"

When she got married for the first time, her ex-husband's family only gave her 80 yuan as a dowry, which was already considered high.

Yang Xiaojun said: "Dad said that you can earn a lot if you work in the factory."

Zhuang Xien interrupted their conversation and said, "500 is 500, what else do you want?"

Yang Xiaojun whispered, "The rest is just like what you'd see in the village."

It means giving a bag of sugar, a bag of cakes, a piece of cloth, and two pounds of meat.

Zhuang Xien then said, "Okay, you go first, I'll go back to town to buy things."

In the afternoon, Zhuang Xien took an aunt from the village as a matchmaker, and together with the brothers from the clan, they went to Yang Xiaoqin's home ten miles away. After giving the betrothal gifts, they agreed to hold a wedding banquet three days later.

A young man who was watching the fun whispered, "Brother Tieniu is amazing. He came back twice and became a bridegroom twice."

Another young man teased, "You still want to be a groom? See if your sister-in-law finds out, she'll scratch your face."

The young man who spoke first hurriedly explained: "I'm not talking about myself." There was a burst of laughter, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Zhuang Xien's family was having another wedding. Yang Xiaoqin was particularly obedient to Zhuang's father and mother. Although she was pregnant, she never stopped taking care of household chores, from cutting grass for pigs, cooking pig food, feeding pigs to doing housework.

Zhuang Xien compared Wen Qing and Yang Xiaoqin in his mind, and knew that Wen Qing would never do these things.

Zhuang Xien's parents were very satisfied; this was the daughter-in-law they had dreamed of.

On the third day of the Chinese New Year, Lanhua gave birth to a boy at home. Zhuang Xiying now had two sons. He walked with his chin held high. He asked Zhuang's mother for eggs. In addition to cooking four for his wife, he also sent 20 to his father-in-law's house.

Zhuang Xiying was busy taking care of the mother and the newborn, Zhuang Xian received visiting relatives and friends at home, Zhuang's father and mother had a grandson, and both aunts returned home. Everything was so harmonious.

Yang Xiaoqin asked carefully: "Brother Xien, when will you go back?"

Zhuang Xien said, "Let's go on the eighth day."

"then what do I do?"

"You stay home."

"I want to go with you. I'm only two months pregnant, so it's still too early for me to give birth."

Yang Xiaoqin looked at him hopefully.

"okay."