"The bride is so beautiful! Ping Gui, that lad, is truly blessed."
The villagers saw the bride's looks, and one after another, they let out exclamations of praise. There were those who were envious, and those who were jealous. The praise entering Tian Pinggui's ears had his face wearing a rather proud expression as he held the bride even tighter in his arms.
Tian Chusheng was also quite proud. The busy and worrying work of this period had long turned into joy; his mouth was grinning all the way to his ears as he and his wife stood at the front gate to welcome guests, offering cigarettes to each arrival with utmost politeness.
