Hard work after winning the lottery

As the pot of tea was emptied, the alliance between the two men was officially established.

Life is like the flowing water of Baixi Lake, seemingly calm, but actually turbulent undercurrents.

There's only one month left until the wedding.

The entire Baixi Village, along with the sheep on the back mountain, seemed to sense a festive atmosphere.

The Hua family courtyard was bustling with activity.

It's no longer the kind of hectic struggle for a living, but rather a sweet feeling that brings peace of mind.

Hua Yun has a stubborn temper, which was fully reflected in her wedding preparations.

Zhou Yanjin originally suggested that all wedding supplies be air-freighted from City A, aiming for a luxurious yet convenient experience.

However, Hua Yun flatly refused.

"Holding a banquet in the village and doing all those fancy things makes the villagers feel constrained, and I also feel it doesn't feel right."

She sat on a low stool in the main room, holding a large pair of scissors in her hand.

The bamboo basket in front of him was piled high with off-white cotton and linen fabric.

She had specially chosen it from the textile factory in the county; it felt thick and had a natural, rustic charm.

"Snap, snap, snap."

The sound of scissors slicing through fabric is crisp and pleasant.

Grandma Hua, wearing reading glasses, sat to the side, squinting, holding a needle and thread in her hand. Her movements were slow, but her stitches were dense.

"Yunyun, aren't there ready-made napkins in the city? Why do you have to make them yourself?"

Li Guifen was also helping out, tying knots in the strips of cloth to make decorative ribbons.

Although he complained, he didn't stop working.

Hua Yun stopped scissors in her hand, raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, and smiled.

"Mom, this is called a token of affection."

"We've invited quite a few guests from the city this time, so we can also let everyone see the craftsmanship of Baixi Village."

"This coarse cloth may look unremarkable, but when paired with the wildflowers on our back hill, it has a much better feel than the silks in the hotel."

Just then, the sound of children playing came from the courtyard.

Those were the three "little monsters" at home coming home from school.

However, they have a special mission today.

The large square table in the center of the main room was cleared out.

The top was covered with a thick stack of pale yellow cardstock, and next to it were colored pens, ink pads, and several freshly peeled potato stamps.

This is the invitation production line designed by Huayun Design.

As the eldest brother and the family's "little painter," Si'an naturally took the lead.

He held a black fine-tipped pen, his small face tense, his expression focused as if he were signing a contract worth hundreds of millions.

With just a few strokes, the shimmering waves of Baixi Lake and the adorable silhouette of a little lamb leap off the page.

"Second brother, hurry up and color it in! I can't wait!"

Si Tao was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet, clutching the inkpad in his hand.

Si Le slowly changed to a green colored pencil and painted the grass under the lamb's feet a vibrant green.

"What's the rush? Slow and steady wins the race. This is for our great-grandfather and the others."

As soon as Sile finished coloring a sheet, Sitao immediately snatched it away.

He pressed his little palm hard into the red inkpad.

Then, with a "snap," it was slapped onto the bottom right corner of the invitation.

A small, bright red handprint instantly brought the entire invitation to life.

Sometimes he would find the handprints monotonous, so he would pick up the potato piece carved into the shape of a small sheep's hoof and dip it in black ink.

With a "smack," a sheep's hoof print was left.

"Done!"

Si Tao held up the invitation card, proudly showing it off to Zhou Yanjin who had just entered the room.

"Dad, look! This is a one-of-a-kind limited edition!"

Zhou Yanjin had just returned from City A, still carrying the chill of travel.

He took off his suit jacket and casually took the invitation his son handed him.

He gently stroked the childish handprint with his fingertips, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"Yes, it is indeed priceless."

He bent down and kissed each of the three children on the forehead.

"It's more precious than any invitation my father has ever seen."

This atmosphere of the whole family being involved made Zhou Yanjin, who had lived in a luxury mansion for many years, feel a sense of security she had never felt before.

Besides the invitations, the venue setup is also a major highlight.

Zhou Yanjin specially invited a top florist from City A named Allen.

When Allen first arrived in Baixi Village, he frowned so deeply that he could have trapped a mosquito in his brow as he looked at the wild grass covering the mountains.

He was used to using imported Ohara roses and tulips to create a luxurious atmosphere.

But Hua Yun took him to the lakeside.

That was Baixi Lake in late autumn, where the reeds swayed in the wind like layers of golden waves.

On the shore, purple wild chrysanthemums were in full bloom, and foxtail grass shimmered softly in the setting sun.

"Professor Allen, these are the main floral materials I want to use."

Hua Yun pointed to this patch of land, her eyes bright.

Allen was stunned.

He never imagined that these most inconspicuous things in the countryside, when put together, could possess a breathtaking, wild beauty.

A few days later, the design plan was completed.

The base is made extensively with local reeds, foxtail grass, and wild chrysanthemums, creating a natural and rustic atmosphere.

It is then paired with champagne-colored lisianthus and white phalaenopsis orchids air-freighted from Kunming as accents to brighten the overall look.

It retains the romance and solemnity of a wedding while perfectly blending into the landscape of Baixi Village.

That is the unique, rustic romance of Huayun.

While the design was being finalized, logistical support was also underway.

Hua An is extremely busy right now.

Since that deep conversation with Zhou Yanjin, he seemed to have grown up overnight.

"Uncle Wang, those tables and chairs must be moved to the threshing ground tomorrow; they can't be missing even one leg!"

Hua An stood in the courtyard, holding a phone, his tone firm yet tactful.

"I've already added shipping costs for you. We signed a contract, so don't let me down."

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and went into the kitchen.

There, Aunt Li was leading several skilled women from the village in tasting the dishes.

To ensure the banquet's authenticity, Hua Yun didn't hire a hotel chef, but instead invited her own uncle and villagers to be the head chefs.

"Aunt Li, the braised mutton needs to be cooked a little longer so it's tender and flavorful. The elderly people in the village don't have good teeth."

Hua An took a bite of the freshly cooked mutton and earnestly offered his suggestions.

"Wow, our Anzi has really made something of himself! He even knows so much about cooking now!"

Aunt Li teased him with a smile, her spatula flying through the air.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure your sister's wedding banquet is a grand affair, so that all those big bosses from the city will give it a thumbs up!"

Hua An scratched his head sheepishly, but his face was full of pride.

For the past month, the entire Baixi Village seemed to have been stirred up by this wedding.

Whenever members of the Hua family walk down the street, people always greet them warmly.

"Brother Hua, I'll take care of the wedding banners for your wedding! My handwriting is decent enough!"

This is the village's former schoolteacher. Although he is old, he is full of energy.

"Uncle Hua Shu, I'll come and play the suona for you the other day! I guarantee it'll be a lively affair!"

"Anzi, we're the young and strong ones, we were in charge of carrying your things and fending off your drinks that day!"

Hua Shitangbo even led several villagers who knew carpentry to work on the grass by the lake for several days.

Using old bamboo and cedar wood from the mountain, they built a simple yet grand ceremonial flower stand according to the design drawings and the designer's requirements.

It uses no nails, relying entirely on mortise and tenon joints, making it both sturdy and beautiful.

This is the countryside. There may be some bumps and bruises in daily life, but when it comes to important matters, the sense of unity is truly inspiring.