Once the large, boisterous crowd escorting the oxcart, draped in red and adorned with colorful decorations, drew near, the onlookers waiting for the spectacle erupted. In an instant, the air was filled with endless laughter and chatter.
In truth, the wedding was almost humble and plain—all the betrothal gifts and dowry items were simple and unadorned, with nothing extravagant. Yet, the wedding was also lively and grand. The entire village was in high spirits, welcoming the bride's arrival with beaming smiles.
Big Mouth Zhao, dressed in bright red wedding robes, had a brilliant smile plastered on his dark, ruddy face. He gazed at the oxcart that had stopped before him, rubbing his hands together and chuckling foolishly.
His goofy demeanor made the crowd roar with laughter, and they all started shouting for him to hurry up and help the bride down from the cart.
