Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 354 Poor Relatives and Rich Relatives

Early the next morning, the light rain stopped, but there was still a chill in the air. Cao Guangyu and the others had already gotten up early to go to class, and there was no one in the dormitory.

After Jiang Qin washed up, he put on a sweatshirt and tidied his hair a little. He found the word handsome written on the mirror, so he raised the corner of his mouth and went downstairs.

He was not familiar with his cousins ​​in Linchuan, and he agreed to attend the wedding just to pick up the couple, so he didn't dress up specially.

Suit and tie?

That is a configuration that even a beautiful and rich woman like Feng Nanshu would covet, so it would be a shame to show it to outsiders.

Jiang Qin put on his seat belt and stepped on the accelerator, thinking that today he would eat and drink with his handsome face.

After arriving at the hotel, they picked up Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong. The three of them did not delay any longer, but immediately headed to the beautiful Oriental scenery in Nancheng District.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the community, they saw a long line of inflatable red arches at the entrance of the community, with the words Groom Lin Peng and Bride Wang Cuimei, there were seven or eight of them, and there was also a lion dance team on the roadside. While resting, I took a big gulp of mineral water and poured it in.

The community was obviously full of cars, and there were a bunch of relatives standing at the door of the unit chatting. The ground was covered with firecracker debris, mixed with last night's rain, so Jiang Qin took another detour and put The car was placed in front of a shop on the side.

Just when he turned off the engine, a car on the opposite side also turned off at the same time.

After the people in the two cars got off, they first looked at each other, and then saw Jiang Zhenghong showing a surprised expression.

"Third brother?"

"Masahiro, long time no see, is it you?"

Jiang Zhenghong went over to shake hands: "The last time we met was when Xiaowen got married, right? It must have been seven or eight years ago."

"Yes, it was seven or eight years ago. This is... your son?"

"Yes, my son Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin, this is your third uncle."

Jiang Qin immediately greeted you and took out the Huazi from his pocket: "Hello, uncle, I haven't seen you before, but I feel like you are much younger than my dad."

The third uncle laughed for a long time, then suddenly saw the cigarette brand, and then looked at the car: "Yo..."

To be honest, the economic differences between Jeju and Linchuan have been huge in the past two years. Jeju is a small county, and Linchuan is also a heavy industrial city. Relatives living here subconsciously feel that their relatives in Jeju are poor.

But seeing Jiang Zhenghong's family driving an Audi, the third uncle couldn't help but be stunned. However, he didn't say much. He just took a closer look at Jiang Qin and felt that this kid looked familiar.

The third uncle's real name was Lin Dehuai, and he also brought his family to the banquet. His daughter, who was three years older than Jiang Qin and had already graduated, was named Lingling. She came over to say hello and call everyone.

"Where does Lingling work?"

"I'm still looking for her. This girl has high standards. Most units won't want to go."

"That's right, there's no rush to find a job, you have to be picky."

The two families talked and walked towards the community. Then they arrived at the groom's house and found that the living room, which was not big or small, was already full of people.

The obvious regional divisions are that the Jeju side has its own small group, with a smaller number of people and not much conversation, while the Linchuan side is full of people with families and friends, a bunch of people, eating melon seeds and drinking tea, and the atmosphere is strong very.

After Jiang Qin and his family walked in, all the relatives on the Jeju side began to say hello, while the relatives on the Linchuan side were a bit dull, with just a few familiar faces saying hello.

Boss Jiang was like a little Karami at this time. Seeing that there were no stools in the room, he pulled his trousers and squatted beside the wall, looking around.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a sign placed under the coffee table.

It said that the bride's dowry was 250,000 yuan, a finely decorated apartment, and a car.

Jiang Qin stretched out his hand and took it out to take a look at it. He thought, "It's amazing." Although relatives from the two places haven't had much contact with each other in recent years, they do have some things in common about blood.

For example, the one next to the rich woman, but from Jiang Qin's point of view, the one next to the groom's official wife is completely incomparable with the one in his own family.

"How's it going Jiang Qin, are you envious? You need to learn from Brother Linpeng when looking for a partner. It will save you more than ten years of struggle."

Jiang Qin raised his head and saw an aunt wearing a red cheongsam, a gold bracelet, and a hair curl.

Jiang Zhenghong reached out and patted Jiang Qin's shoulder: "This is your fifth aunt, the groom's mother."

"Oh, auntie, congratulations on giving birth to a grandson soon."

"Isn't it fast for you? Do you have a partner?"

Jiang Qin showed a shy smile: "Mom, I'm still going to school, so I'm not in a hurry to find a partner."

Yuan Youqin suddenly kicked him from behind: "Be honest, don't move your legs around, it's not straight."

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Jiang Qin stopped shaking and handed the sign back. Then many of his relatives who were busybodies passed it over and looked at it. They were full of praise for a while.

These days, getting a dowry of twenty-five cents and a RV is no different than pie in the sky.

The bridegroom's mother is called Niu Xianglan. She is a person who pays great attention to pomp and face. She was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear after hearing the praises from everyone. She also gave Jiang Qin many cues and taught him how to find a partner with a good family and mess with Yuan Youqin. It's quite annoying.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of gongs and drums downstairs. It sounded like the bride was coming. Niu Xianglan had no time to share her experience, so she immediately went down to greet her.

Apart from the banquet, the other thing about the wedding was to see how attractive the bride was. But when they came downstairs, everyone couldn't help but smack their lips, thinking that the bride is a bit old, why should she go up to thirty-five? And why is he so fat?

The groom is only twenty-six years old. He is 1.7 meters tall and only weighs 120 pounds. Standing in front of the bride, the contrast is a bit too strong.

Afterwards, they served tea, changed their language, ate noodles, and there was a lot of playing and playing in the house. After the ceremony, the bride changed her clothes and called Lin Peng and his family over.

"Mom, let me tell you something. Some of my father's partners suddenly decided to come. You have to reserve a table for them."

"Ah? But when we order banquets, we always order based on quantity." Niu Xianglan was a little embarrassed.

Wang Cuimei frowned: "These people are the bosses of Linchuan and the God of Wealth. Being able to attend the wedding banquet is already a great honor to our family. If you don't arrange it for me, I won't get married!"

Niu Xianglan scheduled the wedding banquet after the National Day because she was afraid that too many children would come and she would have to open a few more tables by then. Unexpectedly, she still didn't run away when the wedding day came.

"To put it lightly, adding a table is worth the price of one table."

Niu Xianglan frowned and muttered, but did not say it out loud: "Well, I'll go out and discuss it with your dad and think about what to do."

Lin Laowu and Niu Xianglan had the same idea. They didn't want to add a table, so the solution was simple. Just free up a table from the fixed banquet, and the extra guests would mix in with other people's tables.

But in order to save money, they only booked a table for fifteen people. If they wanted to add more people, what could other guests do?

In the end, it was Brother Lin Peng and his father who made the decision to let their relatives in Jeju free up a table and sit at their other tables in Jeju.

Why? Because the relatives here in Linchuan never see each other but the relatives in Jeju don’t care. They only see each other during the New Year and festivals.

If you don't have enough clothes to eat, you won't have enough food to eat, and you will suffer poverty if you don't think about it.

Niu Xianglan thought it was okay, let's just make do, so she went back to the bedroom and discussed it with her daughter-in-law.

"My dad's friends have to sit at the front table, you can't put them in the corner!"

"That's easy. Can't we just ask our relatives here to move a table to the back and leave the one in front free?"

Wang Cuimei snorted after hearing this, and Niu Xianglan immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Marrying an old girl with a good family would indeed save her son a few years of hard work, but it was also equivalent to marrying an ancestor.

When Lin Peng saw his mother walking out, he couldn't help but hesitantly said: "Cuimei, why are you talking to my mother like that?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"It's obvious that there are too many people coming from your side, but you didn't even give me a notice. Can't you be more polite when talking to my mother?"

Wang Cuimei glanced at Lin Peng: "I told you, I can come here to give your Lin family face. How about my wedding? Do I rely on your poor relatives to support the occasion?"

Lin Peng felt very uncomfortable after hearing this: "Why do we have poor relatives in my family?"

"You're not poor yet. Who was that person sitting on the legs of the sofa just now? He also wore a pirated LV. It's so dazzling. My sisters are all ladies from rich families. Their eyes are very poisonous. They won't know if they come here. If you laugh at you, you will only laugh at me!"

"..."

After a while, the time came to half past eleven, and the Lin family began to invite relatives and friends to the hotel for dinner.

Just as Jiang Zhenghong stood up to leave, he bumped into Lin Peng walking over with a belt: "Uncle, please change your belt."

"ah?"

"This belt of yours is fake. Your niece-in-law has many rich friends who are very knowledgeable and are afraid of being laughed at."

Jiang Zhenghong's face changed at that time, thinking that the grass my daughter-in-law bought for me could be fake. But seeing Lin Peng's troubled face, Lao Jiang suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

A twenty-seven-year-old young man married an old girl in her thirties and despised her poor relatives. People like Jiang Zhenghong could see clearly what kind of situation he was in.

So he didn't say much, walked to the second bedroom, changed his belt, and then went downstairs.

What became even more annoying was when we arrived at the hotel. All the relatives on the Linchuan side had already sat down and were waiting to eat, while the relatives on the Jeju side stared with confusion on their faces.

The standard for the hotel they booked was for twelve people to a table. The Lin family felt that the table was big enough for twelve people, so in order to save some money, they arranged a table for fifteen people.

The relatives on the Linchuan side don't have any objections. There are twelve or fifteen people, all of whom are the same. When there are more people, the meal becomes more lively, but it is different here in Jeju.

They originally had four tables, but now one table has been canceled due to the temporary arrival of "distinguished guests". The fifteen people on that table have to be mixed into the other two tables. Good guy, there are almost twenty people on one table.

The most unacceptable thing is that these two tables are really placed in the corner. Not only are they far apart, there is a pillar in front, so you can't even see the fucking stage.

"Oh my god, are you so stingy? Is this a rich relative from Linchuan?"

"Lin Laowu has been like this since he was a child. Before he moved away, he even plucking a lot of peanuts from Qi Ge's house while it was raining."

"No, no matter how stingy you are, you can't do this. This is his son's wedding, isn't he afraid of being embarrassed?"

"Why is he not afraid of embarrassment? That's why my relatives in Linchuan have a table of fifteen people, but here in Jeju, there are twenty people at a table!"

"What's wrong? You don't plan to go back in the future, right? Do you look down on the people from our small place like this? I won't eat, what the hell."

"I won't eat either. Let's go and find a restaurant to eat by ourselves."

There are a lot of bad-tempered people here in Jeju. Judging from the situation, it was known that Lin Laowu was watching people at the crack of the door, and he immediately shouted to leave.

Seeing this scene, Niu Xianglan and Lin Laowu ran over immediately, thinking that if all their relatives in their hometown were wiped out, they would really have no shame in going back in the future.

Not going back is still a trivial matter, but this spine must not be stabbed to death.

"Everyone, I'm really sorry. We really have no choice. Several partners came to the bride's house. They are all big bosses. They asked us to sit at a table alone. Our tables have been reserved. There is really nothing we can do. I can forgive you for a moment."

"In this case, you guys sit down first and don't care whether it tastes good or not. I'll treat you to a separate meal later."

Listening to the noisy voices at the end of the banquet hall, Wang Cuimei, who was waiting to welcome her family's guests at the door of the banquet hall, couldn't help but frown: "What's wrong with your relatives over there?"

Lin Peng swallowed: "Isn't it freeing up an extra table? I guess there are too many people, so I don't accept it."

"It's true that the poorer you are, the more trouble you have. You haven't had a meal in hundreds of years, and you can argue like this just for a meal."

"Okay, just stop talking. I don't want to quarrel on the big day."

Recommend this book, and please ask for a monthly ticket. Our monthly tickets are so small and pitiful. Brothers and sisters, stand up!

(End of chapter)