The wedding of Qinghe was bustling with excitement. Xi'er even served directly as the wedding child. Zeng Gang had obtained a flower palanquin carried by four men, and the beating of gongs and drums added to the festive atmosphere as Qinghe was nobly married away.
Watching his sister's palanquin disappearing into the distance, Li Cheng's eyes turned red. Qinghe had lived a hard life, but now she finally had a good home to go to. He felt happy and deeply moved.
Song Wanwan started to laugh, "Why are you getting teary-eyed when your sister is getting married? Isn't it a joyous occasion? The villagers are all waiting, let's go inside first."
Li Cheng wiped his eyes with his sleeve and smiled, "Right, it's a day of great joy, and I still have to drink with the villagers!"
With that, he shouted to everyone, "Today, I, Li Cheng, am marrying off my sister, so I'm happy. Nobody leaves today without getting drunk!"
