Chapter 467: Day 32 into the Farming Story

Chapter 467: Day 32 of Transmigrating into a Farming Novel

The carriage was fairly spacious. As soon as Di Qingji boarded, he naturally drew An Yi into his arms, letting him lean against him more comfortably.

The carriage jolted slightly as it moved. Di Qingji wrapped his arm around An Yi’s waist; his chin occasionally brushed the top of An Yi’s head. He would turn to gaze at An Yi’s face, then whisper tender nothings in a low voice, his smile tugging irresistibly at the corners of his mouth.

The outrider driving the carriage could hear faint sounds from within—the Junior Escort Leader’s voice, lowered yet unmistakably brimming with joy. He couldn’t help but click his tongue in amusement and grin.

That Junior Escort Leader is shameless! But… a man like Young Master An was certainly worth it.

He shook the reins, guiding the horses to walk more steadily.

When they arrived at Li Family Village, the clamor of voices could be heard from afar.

The village was exceptionally lively today.

Though Fu Cong was merely a village teacher, he was a man of integrity and solid scholarship—earning deep respect and goodwill not only within the village but also across neighboring ones.

Jiang Chiliu had likewise become a well-known restaurateur in the county town—warm, hospitable, and gifted with outstanding culinary skills—making many friends along the way.

Guests streamed in endlessly to offer congratulations. Tables and chairs were set up in Fu’s modest courtyard and on the open ground before the gate—nearly every seat occupied.

Red silk banners fluttered high; large red “囍” (double happiness) characters adorned doors and windows. Children darted through the crowd, laughing and playing, while an air of rustic yet exuberant joy permeated everything.

As the carriage slowly trundled along the village’s dirt road, it passed a house with a shabby wooden door tightly shut—a jarring contrast to the surrounding festivities. An Yi faintly heard resentful curses and the sound of objects being hurled, accompanied by a woman’s piercing wails. From what he could make out, it seemed to concern today’s newlyweds.

He gently lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and glanced out.

It was indeed that house—Jiang Chiliu’s former in-laws’ home.

Apparently, today’s village-wide celebration and universally lauded marriage sat bitterly in their throats.

Di Qingji had clearly heard the commotion as well. His brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face. His arm tightened unconsciously, drawing An Yi closer into his embrace—as if shielding him from those unpleasant sounds.

He muttered under his breath, “Making all that racket during someone else’s wedding—what terrible luck!”

An Yi shook his head and let the curtain fall, not looking back. “Well said. Terrible luck—best ignored.”

The carriage came to a stop near the Fu residence.

Though An Yi and Di Qingji’s arrival drew curious, admiring glances and hushed murmurs from many villagers—owing to their striking appearances and refined bearing—it didn’t attract excessive attention.

After all, there were countless guests today—people pouring in from all nearby villages, including numerous well-dressed strangers.

Though the two stood out, most villagers simply assumed they were distinguished friends the grooms had made in the county town.

A few people did approach to exchange pleasantries—merchants who had done business with the escort agency in the county, and scholars who had purchased books from An Yi’s shop or sought his counsel.

Everyone could see it—sure enough, the grooms’ distinguished friends!

The two proceeded to the registration table to present their gifts.

The guest receptionist was a quick-witted, sharp-tongued middle-aged woman from the village.

She accepted the rosewood box and gift list An Yi handed over, looked up to offer a few auspicious phrases—but when her gaze landed on An Yi’s face, she visibly froze for a moment, her eyes suddenly brightening. *Oh my~ this young gentleman is truly… truly handsome!*

She smiled warmly and said, “Honored guests, please come in! Seats of honor are this way!”

An Yi offered her a slight smile and nodded in thanks.

This woman… he remembered her.

She was the very one who, when he’d first transmigrated and watched Jiang Chiliu being rescued from the river, had been the first to strike up a conversation with him—warning others to keep an eye on their belongings around him—and later, blushing, had spat at him.

The woman led them to a table in the courtyard, and An Yi and Di Qingji sat down.

Before long, the auspicious hour arrived.

Amidst a cacophony of gongs, drums, and firecrackers, groom Fu Cong—dressed in brilliant red wedding attire with a crimson silk flower pinned to his chest—led out groom Jiang Chiliu, also clad in red and wearing a red bridal veil, emerging amid cheers and applause to begin the wedding ceremony.

Today, Fu Cong had shed his usual stern, reserved teacher’s demeanor. Though his face bore traces of nervous tension and excitement, the joy shining in his eyes and arching his brows was impossible to conceal.

“Bow to Heaven and Earth—”

“Bow to the Parents—”

“The Grooms Bow to Each Other—”

The officiant’s high, drawn-out ceremonial calls echoed across the courtyard.

With each bow, the assembled villagers and guests erupted in warm laughter and cheers.

An Yi watched quietly, his gaze soft and tender.

Fu Cong and Jiang Chiliu—this pair of lovers who had supported each other through thick and thin—had finally, at this moment, before family and friends as witnesses, been united in marriage.

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“Finally married! (an old mother wiping away tears.jpg)”

“They’re bowing! They’re bowing! Ceremony complete! Off to the bridal chamber! (gongs and drums.jpg)”

“Scatter flowers! Scatter flowers!”

“Ahem, everyone, let me say a few words of blessing!”

“Go on!”

“Do it! Do it hard! Do it with abandon, with passion, with reckless abandon!”

“Truly auspicious words! Very auspicious indeed!”

“Click (heart) to (heart) watch (heart) the (heart) bridal (heart) chamber (heart) candle (heart) night (heart)…”

“You~ must~ be~ happy~ ah~ (trembling.jpg) (convulsing.jpg)”

“…”

With the ceremony concluded, the newlyweds were escorted to the bridal chamber.

Immediately afterward, the sumptuous wedding feast officially began.

The couple had clearly spared no expense—chicken, duck, fish, meat, seasonal vegetables and fruits, wine, and desserts, all laid out in abundance, their aromas wafting through the air.

The courtyard grew even livelier, with laughter, children’s playful shouts, and the clinking of bowls and chopsticks interweaving.

After several rounds of wine and numerous courses,

it was time—according to custom—for the newlyweds to toast their guests, expressing their heartfelt gratitude.

Fu Cong, his face flushed with barely concealed joy, was accompanied by several relatives and friends as he carried a wine cup and made his way table by table to offer toasts.

Occasionally he would lower his voice to exchange a few lighthearted words with familiar guests, happiness shining in his eyes and across his face.

When the toasting reached An Yi's table, Fu Cong raised his cup and said with a beaming smile, "Boss An, Captain Di, thank you both for taking the time to come today and witness the happy occasion of my marriage to Liu Geer. This humble cup of wine is a small token of my thanks—please drink it all."

He had once felt a pang of jealousy over An Yi's looks and Jiang Chiliu's brief glance, but now, looking back, it all seemed like borrowing trouble—needless and foolish.

Now that he had married Liu Geer, he no longer worried about such silly things, only feeling gratitude toward friends who had come to celebrate.

An Yi and Di Qingji both rose to their feet, lifting their cups.

An Yi said with a gentle smile, "Master Fu, congratulations to you both on tying the knot. May your hearts stay forever joined, and may you live in harmony and grow old together."

Di Qingji also declared in a hearty voice, "Congratulations, congratulations! May your days be full of prosperity and happiness, and may you soon be blessed with a child!"

His words were more straightforward and down-to-earth, drawing a burst of good-natured laughter from the guests at the table.