Surprise! The rough husband is the hidden boss of the period literature

Chapter 392 My little princess is so beautiful!
"Old Huo, not bad, your leg strength is impressive!"

Huo Zhui quickly fired another shot. He wiped his leg, a leg he had never dared to use before when he lost contact with it. In the critical moment, he hadn't had time to think and acted on instinct.

But clearly, the leg's strength exceeded his expectations.

He stroked the leg that had returned, but his thoughts were on that person. He had gone to the front lines, and this leg was usable, even better than his left. It seemed to contain a power that did not originally belong to him.

It was her gift, and also her inspiration!
He originally wanted to attend her wedding, but a task came up, so he had to ask Huo Chi to take the red envelope there for him.

He wanted to carry her out of the house and hand her over to Jiang Xingye, but the task at hand left him no time to think about it.

Gunfire erupted. Huo Zhui stomped his right foot on the ground, propelling himself forward like an arrow. "Get out of the way!"

He lunged forward, grabbed a comrade, rolled away, and fired a shot, bringing down a sniper hiding in a tree.

Jiang Xingye also pedaled hard on the bicycle. His bride sat on the back seat. The July sun shone on the two of them. Time moved slowly, and life was peaceful.

"Aren't you going to ask how big a red envelope Huo Zhui gave?"

Xu Qinghuan tugged at his clothes, "No matter how big the red envelope is, we'll have to pay it back in the future, won't we?"

The word "us" made Jiang Xingye feel as sweet as if he had drunk honey.

“We’ll give him an even bigger one then,” Jiang Xingye said, thanking him for not attending their wedding.

"You decide."

The two went to the county and first took photos at a photo studio.

While other couples sat upright and stiff, like strangers in the same photograph, Xu Qinghuan and Jiang Xingye stood facing each other, both looking at the camera. Her hand gently rested on Jiang Xingye's shoulder, like a couple from the Republican era who had stepped out of an oil painting, exuding deep affection.

The photographer felt he had learned something and said, "Great job, comrade. Can we make a deal? I won't charge you for the photos, as long as you allow me to print them out and display them at the entrance as samples."

Jiang Xingye gave him a cold look. "I wouldn't give it to you even if you paid me."

It's impossible for me to pay them out of pocket; this photo studio is state-owned.

These two were clearly well-off, so the photographer had no choice but to give up. After all, the photo studio wasn't his, and whether it made money or not didn't really concern him. He only got a fixed salary every month, so why should he worry about it?
The photos would be ready to be picked up in a few days, and Jiang Xingye paid for ten prints.

The two then went to the commune to get their marriage certificate, and while they were at it, they gave a handful of candy to the registration officer.

Marriage certificates in those days were like certificates of merit. They didn't have photos on them, only the names of the two people, no ID numbers or anything like that. At the top was a quote, and below it was the official seal of the issuing authority.

After receiving the marriage certificate, Jiang Xingye looked at it several times, staring at the two names, his hand holding the "certificate" trembling slightly.

He pedaled his bicycle very fast when he got back.

The road was still the same old road, but it had been slightly repaired when the new road was built. A layer of bluestone had been laid on it. Although it was uneven, it was not bumpy. Xu Qinghuan held his waist and sat steadily.

When he was almost at the production team, he parked his car under an old elm tree to block out the sun.

Xu Qinghuan didn't know what he was going to do, and she wasn't used to him holding the bike, so she wanted to get off. Jiang Xingye held the handlebars with one hand and put his arm around her with the other. He lowered his eyes, and his voice was a little choked up, "Huanhuan, we're finally married."

For him, this marriage certificate truly gave him a sense of security. It legally recognized his identity, and no matter how many people said he was not good enough for Xu Qinghuan, at least legally, he was her legal spouse.

"Yes, we're married!" Xu Qinghuan looked around to make sure no one was there, cupped his cheeks, and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Aye, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

She could only get a marriage certificate when she was eighteen, and today she finally came of age and became Jiang Xingye's wife. He lifted her up, held her in his arms, and couldn't help but spin her around.

A breeze carrying the scent of flowers brushed past them, with green mountains behind them and the azure sky slanting low towards them. In this world, their happiness was so pure; as long as the two of them were together, the world was complete.

Jian Jingchuan stood at the village entrance to greet his daughter. When he saw her return, his nose tingled with emotion. His daughter, whom he hadn't even had a chance to raise, was about to get married.

Xu Qinghuan jogged over, hugged her father's arm, and scratched her fingers in her slightly curled palm. "Dad, don't I look pretty today?"

"Pretty!"

My little princess is so beautiful!
His eyes welled up with tears. He raised his hand, intending to ruffle his daughter's hair as he used to, but seeing that she had her hair up in a bun, like a mature woman, he hesitated for a moment before gently stroking it.

Xu Qinghuan smiled proudly, "I didn't have a chance to mention last time that I have a five-courtyard siheyuan in Yancheng, which I plan to live in in the future. The house is quite nice, and I'm afraid it will deteriorate if no one lives there for a long time."

"Dad, if you work in Yancheng, could you stay with me for a few days if you have time? Let that house get some life in it."

Jian Jingchuan's sadness was dispelled by these innocent and carefree words. He chuckled, "You want your dad to help you spread your popularity? How did you come up with that idea?"

"It was all thanks to your daughter's genius brain!"

The father and daughter smiled at each other, as if the fourteen years they had been separated had never been a blank. The deep bond between them had always kept their affection for each other firmly in their hearts, never fading away.

Today's officiant is Zhang Changqing, who is speaking to the newlyweds: "Comrade Jiang Xingye and Comrade Xu Qinghuan are two outstanding young people from our Anguang County;
They are knowledgeable, enterprising, and responsible. They not only led our Shangjiang Brigade but also the members of the Hongqi Commune to prosperity, forging a new path for the times.

It is my honor to officiate at the wedding of these two comrades today. On behalf of Anguang County, I thank you both. Let's continue our efforts in the future!

There was thunderous applause.

The villagers who came to witness the ceremony praised the two of them highly.

There was also a constant stream of discussion.

"See those people in military uniforms and white shirts? They're all relatives of Xu Zhiqing."

"I heard that Xu Zhiqing's father was very remarkable."

"Wasn't it said that they would sacrifice themselves?"

“No, he didn’t die. They said he went on a secret mission, which was very dangerous, so they didn’t let Xu Zhiqing know.”

"My God, if he's still alive, he must be a high-ranking official!"

"of course."

"Jiang Xingye is really lucky. How did he find such a good wife? Tsk tsk, the Jiang family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke."

During the banquet, Jiang Chengfa, Old Lady Huo, Jian Jingchuan, Wang Yueze, Li Shouzhi, and other former soldiers sat at one table, which was the liveliest. When talking about their experiences on the battlefield, these heroes, both past and present, all reminisced about their time on the battlefield.

Local leaders like Zhang Changqing could only listen from the sidelines.

The members of Shangjiang Brigade naturally had their own interpretations of this scene.

The educated youth were divided into two tables. Lu Nianying and Kong Lijuan did not miss such a good opportunity. They each gave a gift of 50 cents and sat down to eat. Unfortunately, when the educated youth talked about things in the factory, the two of them still could not get a word in edgewise.

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