The next day was the wedding day, and the chaos intensified.
In Juhua's room, the village chief's wife, Mrs. Fang, was using cotton thread to remove the fine hairs from her forehead and temples. She was just about to style Juhua's hair into an intricate, beautiful updo, but Juhua was growing impatient. 'What's the point of all this fuss?' she thought. 'The sooner we get married, the sooner it's over, and I can get back to other things. The rice seedlings aren't fully planted, there's still so much work to do in the fields, and what's more, we have to prepare for the coming disaster. Who has the luxury of slowly getting all dolled up?'
She said to Mrs. Fang, "Auntie, this is just how I look, so let's not bother with a fancy hairstyle. Wouldn't that just be an ugly person putting on airs? Besides, we're so busy right now. Isn't fiddling with all this useless stuff just a waste of time?"
