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The parade team made its way from the town into the village. Qi Rong temporarily forgot his two hundred worries as he tossed handfuls of candy while Hua Jiao circled the village. Children chased after him, eagerly stuffing their mouths with the sweets, and even used their clothing to carry more.
Unlike the children chasing Hua Jiao, Zhang Yuan watched from a distance without approaching. Qi Rong, with the heart of a child, stuck out his tongue and made a face at him. This scene caught Qi Chong's eye, and he smacked Qi Rong on the head. "What are you doing standing there? If you keep this up, I'll send you to the temple to copy scriptures."
Realizing his mistake, Qi Rong quickly admitted, "I’m sorry, big brother."
Hua Jiao circled the village three times before finally arriving at the entrance of the Qi Family home. The new house was adorned with vibrant red lanterns hanging everywhere. Qi Chong watched Yu Chunmiao bustling about and felt a pang of guilt. When he married her, they had nothing; all it took was a marriage certificate to make her happy.
Today, as his younger brother got married and created such a lively atmosphere, he wondered what she was really thinking inside.
The bride was escorted into the bridal chamber, and the banquet began. Although Qi Chong wasn't skilled in socializing, he had to muster up some energy for his brother's wedding and moved from table to table. Fortunately, most of the guests were villagers who didn't make things difficult; they simply focused on enjoying their meals. Qi Chong had invited the best chef from town, so in addition to the usual meat dishes found at village banquets, there were also shrimp, crabs, and seafood.
However, Wu Dayong's table was different; it was filled with rowdy soldiers who made quite a commotion. The sounds of dice games and drinking echoed throughout both courtyards.
"Big Brother, come quick! I can't take it anymore!" Wu Dayong called out, his face flushed as he drunkenly sought out Qi Chong and pulled him toward the drinking table without hesitation. "This is my father-in-law, Big Brother Qi Chong! Come on everyone, let’s raise a glass to him!"
After saying this, he pushed Qi Chong into a chair and then darted off to relieve himself.
At the table, a skinny fellow immediately poured a large bowl of liquor for Qi Chong. "Come on! Our father-in-law is here! Today is Sister Wu's big day; we must drink to our heart's content!"
Qi Chong hadn’t bought any strong liquor for the occasion, but it seemed that Wu Dayong had brought some himself. The smell alone was enough to hit him in the face.
Qi Chong lifted his bowl and clinked it with the skinny fellow’s without saying much. "To drinking capacity!"
The skinny fellow continued pouring drinks while introducing each of the nine people at the table—this one was a thousand-household leader, that one was an instructor—before Qi Chong could even remember their names, he had already been downed another round.
"Hey, brother, you can hold your liquor pretty well! Can you play the guessing game? How about a round?" The Slim Monkey noticed Qi Chong finishing his drink without a change in expression and felt a bit playful.
"I can't, how do you play?" Qi Chong had already heard that there were seven out of eight people here drinking all night, and he found it somewhat strange.
"It's simple," the Slim Monkey explained. "We guess the number of fists. If you guess right, you win. I'll start, and if you win, it’s the next person's turn."
"And if I lose?" Qi Chong asked.
The Slim Monkey grinned mischievously. "If you lose, you drink. One bowl at a time, and you'll have to go through each of us."
Qi Chong thought for a moment. "Isn't that just ganging up on me? No, it’s just one round with each person."
"Of course!" The others at the table saw he didn’t know how to play and readily agreed.
The game began, and Qi Chong lost three bowls in a row.
After burping and patting his belly, he started throwing punches again.
When Wu Dayong returned from the restroom after three rounds of vomiting, he saw a table full of brothers leaning awkwardly and Qi Chong sitting alone drinking lotus seed soup.
"The liquor is too strong; it burns. You need to cool it down," Qi Chong said.
"Wow, brother, are you already down for the count?" Wu Dayong was surprised. These guys weren’t lightweights; no one could get like this without at least seven or eight bowls.
Qi Chong seemed off; he looked somewhat dazed. "Can you play the guessing game?"
Wu Dayong watched him extend his fist and realized that these people were all knocked down by his punches. Naturally, he didn’t want to play.
"No way, let’s just drink soup."
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