Grab a Bride and Return to the Village

The outskirts of the capital. Nice early spring weather. There was movement early in the morning on the road where two ravines, neither deep nor shallow, had been formed by the grinding of wheels over the years. The slightly dusty road turned a corner at the foot of Yucong Mountain. A pair of feet wearing hibiscus embroidered shoes stepped out from the corner first. Looking further up, she is wearing a red waist-length undershirt, with a big red flower on her bun. Her weathered face cannot hide her good looks, her red lips are raised high, and her face is beaming with joy. Judging from her appearance, she is an ostentatious matchmaker. Sure enough, another sedan with eight carriages came out from behind the matchmaker. …