Xiaoyu said: "I'm two months older than Qing'er, and I haven't even been betrothed yet. You're getting married already."

“Hee hee, don't look back. I'm still at home being a young lady, you just gave birth, you know?”

Yang Ruqing gave Xiao Yu a withering look: "Then you better step up and get married quickly. Why stay at home as an old maid?"

Little Yu wore an innocent expression: "What's wrong with being an older woman? An older woman can also be a godmother to your and Tang Ya Zi's child, you know?"

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Cao Baimei giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.

"As for this matter, I agree with Xiaoyu." Cao Baimei said.

"Whether it's better to get married early or late, it all depends on fate. If fate hasn't arrived, even if you rush it, nothing will happen." she said.

The gunfire drew upon Cao Baimei.

Yang Ruqing smiled and looked at her: "Sister Eight, you talk like an old woman."

"Come on, spill it! When did your love life start moving?" Yang Ruoheng asked.

Caobaimei blushed: “Oh, you're teasing me!”

“This is no joke, it’s just a little secret between girls,” Yang Ruqing explained.

"Look, in our village there are so many young people and many of them haven't even gotten engaged yet."

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“Hey, who have you got your eye on? Tell me privately and I’ll try to set you two up,” she said.

Cao Baimei blushed, "What nonsense are you talking about? You have no shame! Be careful of getting sunburned."

Xiaoyu came over and stopped Cao Baimei's shoulder: "Don't even talk about our village, just say Qinger's old Yang family, there are plenty of young men!"

"Qing'er Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, this batch of all are tall and imposing."

"Xiaoyu, my older brother is out of the question. He's just a bookworm and not suitable for your sister." Yang Ruqing interrupted Xiaoyu.

"Then it's your second older brother." Xiaoyu decided.

“I think your second brother is a good person. He works at the same restaurant as Eighth Sister, and they seem quite compatible,” Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruqing also smiled and asked, "Eight Sister, what do you think of my second brother?"

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Cao Baimei's face turned even redder.

"You two bad guys, what's wrong with you? Why are you making fun of me?"

"Oh, just tell me, will you be my sister-in-law?" Yang Ruqing asked with a smile.

Caobaomei stomped her foot: "I'm not telling you guys anything, you two bad eggs. I'm going back to sleep!"

Cao Baimei picked up the sewing basket beside her and ran out of the room.

Seeing her hurried retreating figure, Xiaoyu pinched her chin, wearing an air of shrewd calculation.

“Well, based on my years of experience, I’d say Eighth Sister has a spring in her step,” she said.

Yang Ruqing gave Xiaoyu a reproachful glance: "She's not like us. She has thin skin, so it's best to avoid making jokes with her in the future."

"Well, that makes sense." Xiaoyu nodded.

Suddenly, she dove toward Yang Ruohua.

"What do you mean by that? What do you mean she isn't as thick-skinned as us?"

Yang Ruqing was stunned and reached out to pinch Xiaoyu's cheek. "Even thicker than the sole of a shoe."

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Xiaoyu opened Yang Ruqing's hand and sat aside: "A person without skin is invincible in the world."

Yang Ruqing looked at Xiaoyu and said meaningfully, "Well, I see."

Xiaoyu rolled her eyes.

"Qing'er, when you get married, I can be your bridesmaid, what do you think?" she asked.

Yang Ruqing was taken aback. "Nowadays, it's also popular to have bridesmaids," she said. "Being your bridesmaid, I can also get some good luck." Xiaoyu continued.

Perhaps the matchmaker God is taking pity on me. Xiaoyu's words suddenly made Yang Ruqing's thoughts come alive.

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Marriage is one of the most important things in a person's life.

Especially for a girl, it is even more meaningful.

In the village, under the watchful eyes of relatives and elders, a traditional wedding ceremony was held.

Then, you could have a modern wedding with Luo Fengtang and some close friends. "Great! I'll definitely be your bridesmaid," Yang Ruqing said cheerfully.

Little Rain was very happy.

Yang Ruqing asked Xiaoyu again, "Your parents don't know about you and Ning Gege, do they?"

Little Rain shook her head. "I dare not tell them."

Yang Ruqing said, "Paper can't contain fire. What are you planning to say?"

Xiaoyu put away the smile on her face and said, “What did Ning Ge say besides giving me gifts? He never made anything clear to me.”

Yang Ruqing thought about it, and it was also reasonable.

"Well, then let's wait a little longer. Talk to your family, but only if you two have sorted out your own issues first."

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"By the way, since we last parted ways, Ning Gege has never been in touch with you," Yang Ruqing asked again.

Xiaoyu shook her head: "How do we contact him? If he sent a pigeon, my brother would probably shoot it down and stew it."

Yang Ruqing smiled.

She gently patted Xiaoyu's shoulder and said, "Just let things take their course, slowly."

The sixth day of the first lunar month.

Early in the morning, all the womenfolk arrived: Guihua's aunt, Doyun's aunt, Xiaoyu, Caoba's sister, Da Sun, and Lao Tai (Sun's grandmother) among them.

According to the customs of this region, "crossing the threshold" actually means that after a woman and man get engaged, it's the first time the woman visits the man's home as his fiancée.

Also known as house-sitting.

The bride must go with the matchmaker's wife, and her sisters-in-law and younger sisters to the groom's house.

Yang Ruqing and Luo Fengtang came from the same village, and she had visited his house countless times.

But these customs, one still has to follow.

Chang Geng and Da Niu were the matchmakers, so naturally they went with Guihua and Dayun.

Thus, early in the morning, Guihua and the others all came to Yang Ruqing's house for breakfast.

Xiaoyu helped Yang Ruqing comb her hair.

"Qing'er, your hair is so nice, so soft and smooth." Xiaoyu said enviously as she brushed it.

Yang Ruqing looked at herself in the bronze mirror, curling her lips.

To take care of this hair, she put a lot of thought and effort into styling it.

“Qing’er, do you have any tips you can teach me?” Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruqing said, "Eat more black sesame seeds, peanuts, beans and so on."

Xiao Yu nodded, and as she spoke, a pair of nimble hands were busy on Yang Ruqing's head.

Soon, she had her hair styled in a round bun at the top of her head with long strands trailing down her back.

"Put two flowers on the topknot, it looks festive," Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruqing shook her head: "This hairstyle, wearing flowers again would seem a bit rustic, use this instead."

She took a box out of the drawer of her dressing table and opened it.

"Oh, what a pretty butterfly knot tassel!"

Xiaoyu exclaimed in surprise, her eyes shining with delight.

“Where did you buy this? It’s so beautiful,” Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruqing curled her lips: "I did it myself."

"Ah"

Xiaoyu picked up the tassel and looked at it carefully, reluctant to let go.

“This bead, this cotton butterfly knot”

"Goodness, Qing'er you're amazing, teach me!"

"Okay, but I'm not free to teach today. When I get back south, I'll teach you step by step."

"Fine, fine,"

Xiaoyu, following Yang Ruqing's instructions, hung the tassels diagonally below her hair bun.

The girl in the copper mirror, her demeanor suddenly changed.