Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Xiao Cui came out carrying a wine bowl. She was wearing a floral print dress, her hair was neatly combed, and she had applied some rouge to her cheeks, making her even brighter than when she was being fetched for the wedding that morning.

Qu Hun followed behind her, his steps a little hurried, as if afraid of stepping on his wife's heels.

Several people at different tables in the courtyard looked up at the same time.

Xiuer was squatting by the stove picking at a piece of burnt rice when she saw the bride come out. She immediately stood up, forgetting to put the burnt rice in her mouth, and tugged at Xiaoqing's sleeve: "The bride is out!"

Xiaoqing slapped her hand away, "Shh!" "I saw it, keep your voice down."

Xiao Mu jumped off the stool, and the three girls huddled together by the table, all six eyes staring intently.

The first table was occupied by Zhang Pianxin and several of his uncles and cousins. Xiao Cui went around toasting them one by one, calling out their names and taking a sip of wine.

Zhang Pianxin took a sip from the bowl, a wide grin spreading across his face.

This daughter-in-law is poised and confident from the moment she enters the house, unlike the eldest daughter-in-law who shrinks back and is afraid to face people. The Zhang family's reputation in the village will probably improve considerably from now on.

The second table was occupied by colleagues from the public security brigade. A tall man was the first to stand up, pick up his bowl, and say, "Come on, the bride is toasting, I'll drink first!"

Several people nearby egged Qu Hun on to drink three bowls, and he actually picked them up and gulped down three bowls, choking on the third one.

Xiao Cui stood beside him, reaching out to shield him from the rim of the bowl. The tall man laughed heartily and winked at the person next to him: "Qu Hun's wife is quite the sweetheart; this boy is in luck!"

The third table was right next to the pile of firewood against the wall.

Fu Dimo ​​sat there upright, with a bowl of cabbage and tofu soup in front of him, without touching it.

Zhang Buxiao kept her head down, shoveling rice into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, her eyelids not even lifting, her chopsticks moving incredibly fast.

Seeing Xiao Cui carrying a wine bowl to him, Fu Dimo ​​leaned back in his chair, moved his gaze from the rim of the bowl to Xiao Cui, then from her shoulders to her waist, and finally stopped at her floral dress.

"Sister-in-law, the color of your clothes... Today is your big day, why are you wearing such a light color? It's more proper to wear bright red for a wedding."

The table fell silent!

The people at the two tables next to them, who were holding bowls, also turned their heads.

The tall man had just picked up a piece of meat, but his chopsticks stopped in mid-air without putting it in his mouth. He exchanged a glance with the person next to him. This woman was going to cause trouble!

Xiaoqing squatted by the table, gripping the edge with her hands, her eyes wide, and said to Xiaomu in a low voice, "Why does she have to control what clothes she wears?"

Xiao Mu didn't dare to speak, she just nodded vigorously.

Xiuer had a piece of rice crust in her mouth, but she forgot to chew it, her eyes fixed on watching the commotion.

Xiao Cui held the wine bowl without moving, her face still beaming with smiles.

"Sister-in-law is right, Qu Hun bought the clothes."

"My sister-in-law doesn't like this color. I'll have Qu Hun buy her a new one later. Anyway, he earns a salary and has money."

Fu Dimo's smile froze on her face.

What the hell does this mean? Are you implying that your family is poor?

What's most infuriating is that Xiao Cui was telling the absolute truth, and I couldn't refute it!

The three relatives from her mother's side, each holding a bowl, exchanged glances but remained silent.

Chang Kun, standing a few steps away, couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

Qu Hun stood behind Xiao Cui, coughed lightly, and his ears turned bright red.

Xiuer swallowed the rice crust in her mouth and tugged at Xiaoqing's sleeve: "Big brother is secretly laughing."

Xiao Qing saw it too, and the corners of her mouth also pursed up.

Even a child can tell who's stirring up trouble.

Zhang Buxiao paused with his chopsticks, looked up at his sister-in-law for the first time, and sighed inwardly. His brother was getting married, and his wife was making trouble. He really didn't know what to do!

Zhang Pianxin was sitting at the first table. When he heard this, he stopped holding his bowl at his mouth and slowly put it down after a moment.

I always thought my second son had found a generous and magnanimous wife, but it turns out she's got a sharp tongue.

It's good that he has a mouth, so he won't be afraid to speak up when his eldest son's wife bullies him in the future.

Xiao Cui pushed the wine bowl forward again: "Sister-in-law, would you like a bowl?"

Fu Dimo ​​didn't move. The bowl hovered in mid-air for two or three seconds. Xiao Cui turned her wrist, took a half step to the side, and looked over Fu Dimo's head, landing on Chang Kun.

"Brother Chang Kun, this bowl is for you. You helped Qu Hun find a job, went hunting, and organized the banquet. All of this is thanks to you."

As her sister-in-law, she's trying to intimidate me? Who's afraid of who!

Chang Kun walked over in two steps, picked up the bowl, and clinked it against the other bowl.

"My relationship with Qu Hun doesn't need these polite words."

"Today is a joyous day for you. May you and Qu Hun live a good life together from now on, and may your future be bright and prosperous!"

He put down his bowl and glanced at Fu Dimo. The woman's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and she hadn't picked up her chopsticks once from beginning to end.

Chang Kun turned and walked back, passing Qu Hun and whispering, "You found a good wife."

Qu Hun, this honest man, has really struck gold. Xiao Cui has a strong personality and a sharp tongue, which perfectly complements his honest nature.

They'll have a good life together from now on.

Qu Hun chuckled sheepishly, "Yeah, I think so too."

When I'm at home, my sister-in-law bullies me. I can't win an argument with her, I can't reason with her, and I can't even lay a hand on her.

Now that Xiao Cui is here, seeing my sister-in-law get roasted and speechless makes me feel extremely relieved.

As the wedding banquet was almost over, Chang Kun stood at the courtyard gate, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

As the guests began to leave, he took two steps to greet them: "Have you finished eating? Take care."

The guests laughed heartily and praised, "The banquet was excellent; Qu Hun is truly blessed!"

The table at Fu Dimo's table also started moving. Three of her relatives from her maternal side stood up, and the one at the front was a middle-aged man whose face didn't look too good.

He slowed down as he passed the gate, opened his mouth and closed it again, hummed softly, and stepped out of the gate.

The middle-aged woman following behind had an even more somber expression. After walking out of the courtyard gate, she turned her head and muttered to the man beside her, "We came to a feast, but didn't get to eat a single piece of meat. We just watched others eat!"

The man didn't reply, quickened his pace, and walked out of the village without looking back.

As Chang Kun watched the three people turn onto the dirt road, he began to ponder.

When Fu Dimo ​​took the meat back to her parents' home, it was probably only for her parents and younger brother; the other relatives didn't get a single shred of meat.

I came here for the banquet today, thinking I could make up for it, but I ended up sitting at the last table, and all they served was wild vegetable dumplings and cabbage and tofu soup.

Seeing that others have meat and vegetables on their table, I reach out with my chopsticks and only manage to grab nothing.

When they returned to the village and told them about it, the villagers knew that Fu Dimo ​​had done something good without Qu Hun having to say a word.

Turning back into the courtyard, Fu Dimo's table was already empty. The bowls and chopsticks were spread out on the table, and the wild vegetable dumplings and cabbage and tofu soup had been eaten clean.

Zhang Buxiao wasn't there either. He probably felt embarrassed by his wife's condition and left sometime during that time.

Qu Hun stood at the entrance of the main room, talking to several colleagues from the security brigade. He still smelled of alcohol and had a silly grin on his face.

Chang Kun walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Where's the ledger? Let me see it."

Qu Hun took out a small notebook from his pocket and handed it over. The notebook had curled edges and recorded who gave how much money and what gifts. The handwriting was messy but legible.

Chang Kun glanced at the table and understood the situation. These days, no family is well-off. If there is wine and meat at a wedding banquet, the family hosting the banquet is bound to lose money.

But as long as Qu Hun is happy, that's all that matters. He can earn back the loss in a few months with his salary.