Scholars in the courtyard

Yang Xiaotao's eyes swept over everyone, and then looked at Ran Qiuye aside.

The two sides met each other's eyes, and Ran Qiuye's cheeks turned red instantly.

"Uncle Wang, gentlemen, and aunt."

"Uncle Yang, Uncle Li, and Aunt Wang."

"Finally, there's my aunt."

Yang Xiaotao greeted each one, then held the wine in both hands.

"Don't worry, Qiuye is my family if you follow me."

"I, Yang Xiaotao, will respect her, care for her, love her, and protect her all my life."

"As long as I have something to eat, I will never let her go hungry."

"I also want to promise that if Qiuye follows me, I will make her eat fat, wear warm clothes, and live a good life."

Yang Xiaotao spoke sincerely. Ran Qiuye, who was beside her, was being held by Aunt Wang's hand. Her fingers felt a little hot after hearing such straightforward words.

Aunt Wang and Ran's mother both smiled knowingly when they saw her.

After listening to this, Uncle Wang and others nodded continuously.

"Masters, I, Yang Xiaotao, will definitely do what I say."

"I drank this glass of wine!"

After speaking, Yang Xiaotao raised his head and drank the wine.

"Okay! He's a man!"

"Dry!"

Below, the lively atmosphere broke out again. After the cutscene, they also got the answer they wanted, and both parties were very satisfied.

As night fell, Yang Xiaotao supported Yang Dazhuang, Aunt Wang supported Uncle Li, and they said goodbye and left Ran's house.

Before leaving, Ran's mother divided some of the bride price and asked Yang Xiaotao to take it back.

Of the 66 yuan, only 36 yuan was left, leaving a bag of noodles and rice to take home.

In this way, the engagement is completed.

Back in the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao helped Yang Dazhuang to rest in the house, and then went back to the room to lie down and sleep.

Tomorrow, there is another big thing waiting for him.

At dawn the next day, Yang Xiaotao got up early, and Yang Dazhuang also sobered up after sleeping all night. After breakfast, the two set off back to Yangjiazhuang.

Yang Xiaotao left the courtyard on his bicycle.

Before going out, I took a special look at the exchange bar. Everything in it looked like what it looked like. There was everything for food and use, and there was no need to spend credits.

Now Yang Xiaotao is accumulating credits to upgrade his sub-skill Mechanical Proficiency to see what good things are available at level three.

It's just that I was very busy during this period and didn't have much time to read, so I earned credits a bit slowly.

According to the rules given by the system, level one mechanical proficiency requires 100 credits, level two requires 200 credits, and level three requires at least 400 credits.

If it were before, it would only be a month.

But now, there are too many things to do, and I only have 350 credits at the moment. If I want to upgrade, I still need to take time to read books.

Yang Xiaotao was thinking about it, and he had already biked to the steel rolling mill and asked Wang Guodong for a day off.

Wang Guodong asked what was going on, and Yang Xiaotao didn't hide anything. He took out a cigarette and said something about getting the certificate.

Wang Guodong readily agreed and said to call him when the banquet was served.

Yang Xiaotao left the steel rolling mill and came to Ran Qiuye's house.

At this moment, Ran Qiuye was fully dressed, wearing yesterday's red sweater. The difference was that her hair was combed into a long braid with slanted bangs, which made her appear more mature.

I met Ran's mother, and then under the gaze of the two people, Ran's mother handed the household registration book to Ran Qiuye.

Ran Qiuye solemnly took the household registration book and opened it gently. Yang Xiaotao saw the name of the head of the household.

Ran Zhiqiang!

A very contemporary name.

Yang Xiaotao kept it in mind.

The two left the yard. Ran Qiuye did not ride the bicycle, but sat in the back seat, holding Yang Xiaotao's waist. The two went to the Civil Affairs Bureau and walked to the marriage registration office.

When Yang Xiaotao and others arrived, there were already people waiting, all young men and women, with shyness and expectation.

Yang Xiaotao took Ran Qiuye to the back of the team and waited, taking in the surroundings.

Slogans were painted on the surrounding walls, and portraits of great men were hung.

But there was no one taking pictures nearby, and there was no divorce window.

The person in charge of the marriage was a middle-aged woman with a kind attitude and a smile for everyone.

After waiting for less than ten minutes, it was finally Yang Xiaotao's turn.

The two sat down and placed their household registration books on the table.

"Comrade Yang Xiaotao, are you willing to marry Comrade Ran Qiuye?"

The middle-aged woman asked.

"Yes, I volunteered!"

"Um!"

"Comrade Ran Qiuye, are you willing to marry Comrade Yang Xiaotao?"

"Yes I do!"

"good!"

The middle-aged woman nodded, then took out a "certificate", wrote two people's names on it with a pen, then took out a seal and sealed it with a click.

Then handed it over to Yang Xiaotao.

The two came to the side and looked at the marriage certificate in their hands.

The main color of the marriage certificate is red. The surrounding patterns are auspicious and wishful patterns in traditional culture, and the three characters "Marriage Certificate" are written in the middle.

Below, is a row of small characters.

Yang Xiaotao, male, 22 years old.

Ran Qiuye, female, 20 years old.

Marriage voluntarily, and after verification, it meets the requirements...Issue this certificate!

September 17, 1962.

It is simple and clear, but it highlights the four words of voluntary marriage, which also represents the autonomy and freedom of marriage.

"Daughter-in-law, put it away. With this, we are a legal couple!"

As Yang Xiaotao said, all the men and women nearby looked over. Ran Qiuye lowered his head and put the marriage certificate into his backpack, "When the child comes out, you can register for residence."

At the end, Yang Xiaotao said something more. Ran Qiuye speeded up, put it away and left the registration office quickly.

The two left the marriage registration office and walked to the supply and marketing cooperative instead of rushing home.

Yang Xiaotao took Ran Qiuye and they walked on the road leisurely. Many people would say something when they met. Not many people have bicycles these days.

It is even rarer for a young man to bring a partner with him.

When they came to the supply and marketing cooperative, Ran Qiuye took out the sewing ticket that Yang Xiaotao gave her last time. The two came to the counter and handed the certificate and ticket to the salesperson. After checking and registering, a Yan brand sewing machine appeared in front of them.

Ran Qiuye's novel touch, the shiny fuselage, and the spotless pedals immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.

At this time, outside, a tall figure came over, followed by a tall and thin young man, his eyes looking at Yu Haitang from time to time.

"Yang Weimin, hurry up, you'll be gone if you're late!"

Yu Haitang walked in front and urged, and when he looked up, he saw the people gathered together.

"Begonia, it's okay, I can definitely buy it."

As the man spoke, he saw Yu Haitang suddenly stunned.

Looking along the line of sight, I saw a bunch of people gathered in front of me, pointing.

In the center, a man and a woman were guarding a sewing machine. The man took out money and was lighting it. People around him were talking about it.

From the side, the woman was pretty and more tender than the Yu Haitang she was pursuing.

"What are you looking at?"

Yu Haitang's voice sounded, and Yang Weimin looked away, "Haitang, do you know that person?"

"Humph, I don't know you!"

Yu Haitang snorted coldly.

"Oh, I saw you kept looking at me, thinking you two knew each other!"

"Hey, are you annoyed? I told you I don't know you. Let's go and buy some shoes!"

Yu Haitang said as he glanced at the crowd again, the figure, the sewing machine, and the woman.

snort!

Yu Haitang ran away, and Yang Weimin looked at Ran Qiuye and Yang Xiaotao again. He always felt that Yu Haitang knew these two people, but now he couldn't care less and hurriedly chased after them.

In the crowd, Yang Xiaotao counted out the 198 yuan and handed it to the salesperson.

Then, he picked up the sewing machine and left the counter.

"Sink or not?"

Ran Qiuye was worried on the side, but Yang Xiaotao seemed to be fine and even joked.

"With you, I can hold you too."

"Nonsense."

"Yes, you are telling the truth!"

"Hey, you went to the wrong place, that's not the door."

Ran Qiuye asked quickly as she watched Yang Xiaotao walk to the grocery store.

"That's right! Now that I'm here, I have to buy something!"

With that said, Yang Xiaotao walked towards the counter holding the sewing machine.

Today's arrangements include getting the certificate and shopping.

The net worth accumulated over the years is enough.

Ran Qiuye quickly followed.

In front of the counter, Yu Haitang and Yang Weimin were choosing shoes. It was getting cold soon, so they were preparing to buy cotton shoes.

It's just that buying shoes here requires tickets and a lot of money. Generally, families buy cloth, use leather as the base, and make their own cotton shoes.

Cotton shoes bought over the counter are all made of leather, with thick soles and fur inside, making them comfortable and warm to wear.

"How do you like this pair?"

Yu Haitang said, holding a pair of high boots in his hands, which looked very beautiful.

The salesperson, also a girl, was explaining from the side.

"This is new this year!"

Yu Haitang nodded, and then looked at Yang Weimin aside.

At this time, Yang Weimin was a little embarrassed.

Because the tickets I brought with me when I went out this time were not enough.

"Begonia, how about we change to another pair?"

"Yang Weimin, you said you would take me to buy shoes. What's wrong? I feel bad. You should have told me earlier! I won't come!"

"No, Haitang, I came out in a hurry this time, so I bought another pair first. Next time, next time I will definitely buy them for you!"

"Haha, next time, it may not happen next time!"

"Whatever you say is sincere, I think it's all fake!"

Yu Haitang's mouth curled up in disdain, but his eyes kept looking at the shoes on the counter.

If you wear this, you will be more dignified whether in a steel rolling mill or a compound.

Especially let me see my sister and Yang Xiaotao, what's so great about buying a sewing machine.

Hum~

I'll have it too.

"No, Haitang, everything I said is true..."

While Yang Weimin was trying to explain, Yang Xiaotao came to the side with a sewing machine and Ran Qiuye.

He also saw Yu Haitang. As for the young man beside him, he had no impression and did not say hello. He just stood aside.

"Hello comrade, what do you want to buy?"

The salesperson came over immediately when she saw the brand new sewing machine. People are biased, especially salespersons, who care more about people who are rich and capable.

"Hello, comrade, I want to buy two pairs of cotton shoes!"

"Two pairs of cotton shoes? Okay, what size are they?"

"One pair for men, size 43, and one pair for women, size 37!"

Yang Xiaotao skillfully reported the sizes of the two of them, while Ran Qiuye watched silently, feeling very sweet in his heart.

I just think of that night when my feet were...

Sweet yet shy.

"OK!"

The salesperson immediately turned around, took two pairs of cotton boots from the shelf, and handed them to Yang Xiaotao.

Yang Xiaotao took a look and saw that the men's boots were short leather boots and the women's boots were high boots.

All are new.

Ran Qiuye on the side also stepped forward to try it on, stretched out his hand to touch the inside, and asked the salesperson, "Comrade, how much does a pair of these shoes cost?"

"This lesbian, these are this year's new shoes, all made of real leather."

"This pair for women costs 10 yuan, plus three feet of cloth stamps."

"This man's one is cheaper, only 8.5 yuan and a two-foot cloth ticket."

Ran Qiuye calculated and immediately opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Yang Xiaotao spoke again, "Comrade, I also need two pairs of cotton shoes, one for a man and one for a woman!"

"Men wear 43, women, Qiuye, how big are your feet, Mom?"

Ran Qiuye came back to his senses and saw that Yang Xiaotao felt a little distressed about the money.

"Akiba?"

"Oh, mom is 37, just like me!"

Yang Xiaotao nodded, carefully placed the sewing machine on the ground, and then took out a wallet from his arms, "Comrade, let's do the math together!"

"Okay, please wait a moment."