Chapter 150 - 143 Wedding Customs
At the entrance of Tian Chusheng’s courtyard, a record-keeper sat, his younger brother Tian Qiusheng, holding a brush and keeping accounts at the gate. Granny Zhao and Li Yuedi quickly took out red envelopes and handed them to Tian Qiusheng, incessantly offering their congratulations: "Congratulations, congratulations!"
With a smile on his face, Tian Qiusheng accepted the red envelopes and diligently recorded each person’s name and the amount of their gift. This was crucial as these favors would need to be reciprocated in the future. Thus, the amount from each person needed to be meticulously noted.
It was still early, and the bride had not yet been brought in. Many children from the village were waiting at the entrance, eagerly anticipating the bride’s arrival to ask for sweets. Tian Sisi did not go with them; she was rather intrigued, watching the hired helpers busily working around Tian Chusheng’s courtyard, enjoying the sight of people busily engaged and feeling life’s fulfillment.
Usually, the helpers, spanning no more than three generations of the same clan, took on specific roles: men were responsible for presenting dishes and slaughtering chickens and ducks, while the women washed dishes, washed vegetables, and chopped vegetables. Tian Chusheng’s wedding was extremely lively, with a pig specially slaughtered and the household’s chickens and ducks all being used, thus the helpers were bustling about busily.
Tian Manmu and Jin Wanming were also helping out. Though not related within three generations like Tian Qiusheng, the camaraderie as fellow disciples led Tian Manmu and his wife to voluntarily help out. This act earned them praise from the villagers.
Granny Zhao brought over a bowl of sweet dumplings for Tian Sisi to eat, as it was customary for people from Sui City to serve dumplings before a wedding meal to guests as a celebratory gesture. Fearing her granddaughter might be hungry, Granny Zhao brought her a bowl.
"Granny, I’m full already," Tian Sisi said, losing her appetite at the sight of the sweet dumplings, but out of respect for her grandmother’s kindness, she forced herself to eat two.
Granny Zhao didn’t insist, and the leftover dumplings were given to Tian Xinhua. Tian Xinhua grinned at Tian Sisi, jesting that he had become a recycling station since he always ended up eating what Ah Nan couldn’t finish. Despite his pretense of dislike, Tian Xinhua ate with great enjoyment.