Half a month passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was Yang Qiu's wedding day.
The Yang Family courtyard was very lively, filled with villagers who came to offer their congratulations.
Everyone was enjoying the wedding candies, peanuts, and sunflower seeds distributed by the Yang Family, while exchanging congratulatory and blessing words, making the scene very festive.
Children who received the wedding candies were even more delighted, chirping as they ran around the courtyard.
Inside the house, Yang Qiu was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, sitting as people helped her with her hair and makeup.
At the doorway and under the window ledge, many young wives, aunts, and older women were peeking inside.
"The bride is really beautiful."
"Of course, Yang Qiu is already good-looking, and now she's even more stunning."
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