Chapter 1663 Good Omen

Zhang Zian was speechless by Zhuang Xiaodie's rhetorical question.

Does the sending team have anything to do with him?

His ancestral home is Binhai City, but he really doesn't know how "ancestor" this ancestral home is. His family is not a very old-fashioned and traditional big family. Since when have I lived in Binhai City? Considering the cycle rate of dynasties in Chinese history, I may have fled here and settled here in a war-torn era.

From the occasional words mentioned by his parents, he seems to have heard that his ancestors were once rich, but they gradually declined in the long wars of the twentieth century, coupled with several turmoil after liberation. No matter how rich people are, they can't afford such a toss.

If his ancestors had lived in Binhai Town a hundred years ago, then he seemed to be able to understand her rhetorical question.

In such a small seaside town, everyone who is a little respectable in the town knows each other, and it is normal for them to marry each other. After all, blood relationship is the most basic and reliable bond to maintain common interests.

Therefore, someone in this sending team, such as the lady sitting in the sedan chair or the maid serving beside him, after a hundred years of spreading branches and leaves, may have some kind of close or distant blood relationship with him. To a certain extent, he might not have been born without the arrival of this sending team, which is also understandable.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a sense of intimacy with the sending team, as if he was caressing a small object passed down from his ancestors. When he thought of this small object being held and rolled in the hands of many generations by his ancestors, it was like seeing their faces across time and space. .

"It's a pity that I didn't bring anything with me when I went out. Otherwise, I should give some congratulatory gifts. I wish this couple an early son. They must have more children and increase production to serve the country." He said half-jokingly.

This is a dream, not history, but a mirror image of history, so it doesn't matter if you act a little recklessly.

The wedding party was already very close to the city gate, and the suona players played even more vigorously. The hostesses in the wedding party dusted off their bodies and led the wedding party to meet up.

Just when the two sides were about to come together, butterflies suddenly flew up in the woods and grass on both sides of the road, with different shapes and colors, including some extremely rare species or species that have become extinct in modern society.

The sending-off team, the wedding-welcoming team and the onlookers were all stunned. The suona player stopped playing and stared blankly at this breathtaking scene.

"Miss! Miss! Look! Good omen! This is a rare auspicious omen!"

The maids patted the sedan chair excitedly, the curtains of the sedan chair were opened a crack, and the bride in the sedan chair raised her hijab slightly, looking at the colorful butterflies in amazement.

At this time, a giant butterfly as big as a sunflower disc flew towards the sedan chair with fluttering wings, and other butterflies gave way as it passed, as if it was the king of butterflies.

The bride unconsciously stretched out a white hand from the car window, with a shiny and moist jasper bracelet on her wrist.

The giant butterfly landed lightly on her wrist, and the countless compound eyes reflected the face under her veil. After a while, it took off again, circled a few times on the top of the sedan chair, and flew away.

The other butterflies also flew away with it, like a group of colorful clouds, drifting towards the direction of Hidden Mist Mountain.

It wasn't until the butterfly flew far away that all the people present came back to their senses. They looked at the sedan chair with different eyes, as if they were looking at a fairy.

If it was a few years earlier, maybe the county magistrate would come forward to oppose this marriage, and then send the bride into the palace to present to the emperor, which would become a ladder for him to get promoted and make a fortune.

Fortunately, the Qing Dynasty is dead.

"Look! Those butterflies are flying around the top of the mountain. Does it look like a cloud of colorful mist?"

"I'm afraid there is an old fairy living on the top of the mountain?"

Wu Mancheng, who was walking at the front of the procession, grabbed a local and asked, "Excuse me, what's the name of that mountain?"

"No name,

The local area is generally called Xishan. "The locals waved their hands again and again, "There is often white mist on the mountainside, and you can't see the top of the mountain. Today, you can see it with great difficulty, but it is covered by these butterflies..."

Wu Mancheng was naturally happy when his precious daughter encountered such a rare auspicious omen when she got married, and it was not in vain to travel thousands of miles just to see this scene. He twirled his beard and said with a smile, "Why don't we call it Yinwu Mountain."

The auspicious omen is obviously coming for the bride. Whoever dared to object to the words of the bride's father agreed: "Good name! Good name! It's called Yinwu Mountain!"

Those who were in charge of the welcoming team did not dare to be negligent, and later jointly signed a letter to the local government together with the local gentry, requesting that this barren mountain be named Yinwu Mountain.

Butterflies covered the entire mountain, flying around the mountain, Zhang Zian felt like he was in the eye of a typhoon made of butterflies.

"Thank you, this gift is very honorable." He said.

Zhuang Xiaodie looked at him sideways, "Do you think I let the butterflies go?"

Zhang Zian was startled again, "No?"

He thought it was because he mentioned giving a congratulatory gift just now, so she sent the spectacle of butterflies forming as a congratulatory gift, but judging from her tone, did this spectacle really happen in history?

He suddenly thought of a problem, the pest plague in Binhai City was caused by caterpillars, including many rare caterpillars, and these butterflies were also metamorphosed from caterpillars, and there were many rare butterflies among them...

Could it be that the pest plague planted hidden dangers a hundred years ago?

What's more, if Zhuang Xiaodie did it, why should she please him just because of his words? Does he have such a big face?

This kind of spectacle really happened in history, and Zhuang Xiaodie took the initiative to flatter him, which of the two is more likely to happen, the answer is self-evident.

It turned out that he was being self-indulgent again, and he rolled his eyes depressingly.

The butterflies were probably tired from flying, so they fell to rest on the lawn on the top of the mountain, drying their wings in the sun, making the top of the mountain seem like a fairyland.

"The show is over, now we're going to talk about business." Zhuang Xiaodie seemed to have lost interest in the send-off team, turned to face him, and stretched out two jade fingers, "I want to ask you two questions, and I hope you can answer them truthfully. "

"If you answer the question, can you let me go?" Zhang Zian asked back as if grasping at a straw.

Zhuang Xiaodie was noncommittal, "It depends on whether your answer satisfies me."

He sighed, since he hated this kind of subjective questions when taking exams when he was a student, but he had no choice.

"Then you can ask."

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