When he heard that they were going to have a bridal chamber, Nanfeng panicked, "Brother, they have just met and they are going to have a bridal chamber. Isn't it a little hasty?"
"Why are you so hasty?" Hua Qi'er glared in displeasure, "Isn't it the head of the family who has the final say when you Han people marry your wives? I am the head of the family, I agree, and my younger siblings don't object, so that's it."
"Brother, you are the head of the woman's family. The head of the man's family doesn't know about this yet. We will let you know when we get back..."
"What are you talking about!" Hua Trick'er roared angrily, "You brought me here, you are the head of the man's family, you are my brother, if I agree, you agree."
Nan Feng had no choice but to look at the fat man, "You are the one getting married, what do you think?"
Hua Qi'er was holding the fat man's neck at this time. Hearing Nan Feng's words, she squeezed hard and said, "You don't want to?"
"Can I say I don't want to?" The fat man was afraid of his future uncle.
"No! You just said you are willing, but you can't marry two people," Hua Qi'er said decisively, "That's it, eat quickly, and then have a wedding and make a profit."
Everyone was very happy when they heard this, shouting loudly and beaming with joy.
Hua Qi'er was also in a good mood. She let go of the fat man and handed the knife to Nan Feng, "You need to practice your drinking. You can't be considered a good man if you can't drink."
Nanfeng took the dagger in frustration. In fact, it was either that he couldn't drink, or that he was disadvantaged because his belly was not as big as others, and he drank in a hurry, so he couldn't hold so much.
The fat man is even more depressed than Nanfeng. There is anxiety in depression, and tension in anxiety. Everyone has a love for beauty. The twelve-long one is really ugly, even the powerful move of Overlord Lifting Cauldron. They were all brought out, showing how rude they are.
The fat man had spiritual energy and could suppress the power of alcohol and never got drunk. Although he was depressed, his appetite was not affected. He grabbed the donkey meat and chewed it.
"You can eat it too." The fat man gave Nanfeng a piece of donkey meat.
Nanfeng served it in a wine bowl and ate slowly.
"Help me think of a trick." The fat man whispered.
"I have no idea, just leave it to fate." Nanfeng shook his head. He had to make his own decision on important matters such as marriage. Even if it was a matter of luck in drawing lots, he had to do it himself. If others provide advice, they will definitely complain in the future.
Seeing that Nan Feng didn't want to help, the fat man became anxious and had bad intentions. He raised his head and said to Hua Ci'er, "Gu Master, Nan Feng isn't married either. He has good character and is smart. How about we take one of your two girls?" .”
"You're such a bald donkey. I'm so unlucky that I still want to help." Nanfeng cursed in dialect.
Fortunately, Huacic'er shook her head after hearing this, "He looks like a skinny monkey, and my sister doesn't like him."
Seeing that he was harming others, the fat man wanted to be a good person again, and whispered, "The good news should not go to outsiders. I just want it. If I pick the wrong one, the good one will be given to you."
"Get lost." Nanfeng tilted his head.
Despite the scolding, deep down in his heart, Nanfeng still hoped that the fat man could find a partner as he wished. Life-long events were not a trivial matter. They were the most important choices in life for both men and women, so they had to find a way to help the fat man.
The first thing he thought about was whether this matter was a trap by Hua Qi'er and others. Twelve was already in her twenties and had long passed the age of marriage. She was an old girl. Hua Qi'er must be eager to marry her off.
However, judging from the expressions and actions of Hua Cinger and his younger siblings, it should not be a trap. As Hua Cinger himself said, barbarians are not as cunning as Han people.
What he was most worried about was that the two bridal chambers were connected to each other. Whichever one the fat man entered would be wrong. As long as this was not the case, the fat man still had a 50% chance of winning.
At the moment, I still don’t know the situation of the bridal chamber, nor the specific steps of getting married, so I can’t think of any good ideas, so I can only adapt to circumstances.
You can't do big things, you can only do small things. Hua Cier has four sisters, and the other two have been married a long time ago, but they still live in the Orc Valley, which means that the man is here by marriage, and this problem must be dealt with first. .
Thinking of this, Nanfeng Chong Hua Ci'er said seriously, "Brother, I appreciate your respect. It is his good fortune that Zhengde can marry you, but he is the only son in the family and must not marry into the family."
Hua Ci'er shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, if you take her away, what should I do if I miss my girl in the future?"
Seeing Nanfeng's serious expression, Hua Qi'er gave in and said, "Okay, if you marry Xiao Shisi, she will have Bai Luan, and she can come back if she wants. Twelve sister's tiger can't fly, but it's okay, big girl When her cub grows up, she can carry her back to her parents’ home.”
"We don't have to take your sister away. She can live in her parents' house. The man has ambitions in all directions. He has to fight for integrity. He is your brother-in-law. If he doesn't make a career, he will ruin your reputation. " Nanfeng said.
"That's right. Men have to fight. I listen to you. The girl will still live here." Hua Tinger agreed happily.
Everyone was in a hurry to have a wedding, so they hurriedly finished eating and left the dining room. At this time, Twelve and Fourteen were probably preparing. Hua Ci'er drove the two back to the private room, closed the door, and sent someone to watch outside. She didn't know if she was worried. The fat man ran away, still worried that the two of them would peek.
The fat man asked Nanfeng to help him with ideas again, but the situation was unclear at this time, and Nanfeng couldn't come up with any useful ideas. "There is really no way to think about it, I can only rely on luck."
"My luck seems to have been bad." The fat man was still hiccupping.
Fearing that the fat man would be upset if he chose the wrong one, Nanfeng gave some advice first, "As the saying goes, a woman is judged by her appearance, and a woman is judged by her appearance. A woman's appearance is not important, but her moral character is the key. Zhuge Liang's wife Huang Yueying is not good-looking either, but she..."
Before Nanfeng could finish speaking, the fat man interrupted him impatiently, "Go, go, go, you don't even believe what you say."
Nanfeng didn't answer. The fat man was telling the truth. It was okay to comfort others, but that was not the case when it was his turn.
"Don't say it's useless. Come up with a useful trick for me." Fatty urged.
Nanfeng frowned and thought, and after a while he came up with a plan, "In this case, before you enter, you should shout and say that a man is a man and should have three wives and four concubines. From now on, you will have concubines. If they remain silent, it is acquiescence. If they are unfortunate, If you choose twelve, you will take concubines from now on. If you make a sound, you can hear who is in the room."
"What a bad idea this is," the fat man frowned and curled his lips, "If I yell like that, I would be surprised if Hua Qi'er doesn't beat me to death."
"It won't work this way, that won't work either, I have nothing left to do, just leave it to fate." Nanfeng said.
"Forget it, forget it, whichever one you draw will be who you are. This is all fate. If you really draw twelve, it will also be the marriage from the previous life and the retribution of this life." The fat man seemed to have thought about it.
Taoism emphasizes responsibility, and Taoism's responsibility is somewhat similar to Buddhist cause and effect. The difference is that responsibility only ends in this life, while cause and effect involves three lives. Hearing the fat man say this, Nanfeng felt a little relieved, "That's right, let's talk about it. The figure of Twelve is better than that of Fourteen, both before and after, and it will definitely be good for fertility in the future."
The fat man tilted his head and looked sideways at Nanfeng, "Are you laughing at me, or do you really think so?"
"I really think so," Nanfeng nodded repeatedly, "But you have to think about it, monks cannot get married. Once you get married, everything will not be lost. You are most likely the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Once you get married, you may not be able to return. went."
The fat man waved his hands repeatedly, "What you said is wrong. If I were really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, I would be worthy to suffer thousands of sufferings and enjoy thousands of blessings. I want to try the good ones and taste the bad ones. If I don't experience it myself, I won't I understand what joy, anger, sorrow and joy are like, but if I don’t even understand joy, anger, sorrow and joy, how can I save others in the future?”
"I really admire you for being so upright and upright even in breaking the precept." Nanfeng said with a smile.
"This is what I said," the fat man pointed to the west. "If you want to achieve righteousness, you have to go to the Western Heaven and go to hell."
"Okay, okay, just think about it." Nanfeng lay down on the bed and stopped talking to the fat man.
The truth was understood, but the fat man was still very nervous. He paced back and forth in the room, and several times he couldn't help but wanted to poke through the window paper and look out, but he was discovered and stopped by the watchman. There was an oil lamp on in the room, and people outside could see the figures inside.
I waited anxiously for the second watch when Hua Ci'er came and said, "Let's go into the bridal chamber."
The two of them got up after hearing the sound, and left the wing to go north with Hua Qi'er. At this time, a bonfire was lit on the ground, probably to prevent the news from leaking. There was no one else outside except his own family.
There are more than a dozen caves from south to north. Hua Qi'er's brothers and sisters were standing next to the bonfire. They were getting closer. Hua Qi'er pointed to the two caves in the south and north areas and said to the fat man, "Did you see it? There’s a brazier at the door.”
"Oh." Fatty looked at Nanfeng.
"Watch what he does, go ahead!" Hua Ci'er pushed the fat man.
The fat man looked left and right, right and left, still unable to make up his mind which way to go. Out of habit, he looked back at the south wind.
Since the residences of Hua Qi'er and others did not follow the order of elders and younger ones, Nanfeng couldn't tell the clues and could only whisper, "Just pick any one."
Marriage is a lifelong event. Although the fat man said he knew the cause and effect, deep down he still hoped to find a beautiful wife. He hesitated and always found it difficult to choose.
"Go quickly, don't wait any longer, and I'll choose for you." Hua Ci'er threatened loudly.
The fat man glanced at Hua Tinger nervously and moved hesitantly to the cave on the south side.
"That makes sense." Hua Tinger nodded.
As soon as Hua Qi'er said this, the fat man stopped immediately. Hua Qi'er naturally hoped that the ugly girl could get married first. He chose the one from the south. Hua Qi'er said, "This is just right." Could it be that the one from the south is twelve? Room.
Feeling suspicious, the fat man changed lanes and headed north.
While walking, I looked back and saw Hua Ci'er and others smiling, but they didn't dare to leave. These people were smiling probably because Twelve was in the cave to the north.
Fatty had always liked listening to Nanfeng since he was a child, but in desperation he turned back to look at Nanfeng.
Nanfeng also wanted to help the fat man, but he couldn't find any clues, so he could only shake his head at the fat man.
Since there was no guidance from Nan Feng, the fat man could only rely on himself. In desperation, he raised his right hand and extended his index finger to click left and right, "Order troops and generals, and fight on horseback. Whoever you click will be my general."
After muttering aloud, he finally pointed to the cave to the south.
"It's her." The fat man shouted to embolden himself, and then strode towards the cave on the south side, "Amitabha, I am merciful. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? It's best if you don't go in. It's better not to go in. Go up to the Western Heaven, Amitabha, Amitabha..."
"Is there something wrong with his head?" Hua Qier looked at Nanfeng in confusion.
"No, no, he's just nervous. Brother, whose boudoir is that?" Nanfeng asked in a low voice.
"It's not that I won't tell you, but we don't know either." Hua Ci'er didn't seem to be joking.
The fat man muttered and walked towards the cave. Without hesitation this time, he stepped directly over the brazier and opened the door of the cave.
Everyone, including Nan Feng, looked at the cave nervously. After a while, a solemn voice of singing Buddha came from the cave, "Amitabha."
Nanfeng knew Fatty so well that he knew it was over as soon as he heard this news. This guy was going to hell...