On the wedding night, the villain husband cried and his eyes turned red

On New Year's Eve, Xu Shihuan was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by bursts of noise in the courtyard. She didn't even have to think about it, it must be that boy Cheng Huaiyuan who came over.

"Wen Yidi, please help me see which is the first couplet and which is the second couplet."

"This paste smells really good. I don't know what it smells like."

"Bah! Bah! It smells like raw noodles. It's not delicious!"

Xu Shihuan was about to go out and scold him when he opened the door and saw Wen Yidi. All he could see was a smile on his face. This look was something Xu Shihuan had never seen before.

"Brother! You're awake! I was afraid of waking you up, so I didn't dare to speak loudly!"

Cheng Huaiyuan and Xu Shihuan burst into laughter, and their voice grew three points louder without realizing it.

"Cheng Huaiyuan! You woke me up! Don't think I won't dare to beat you because it's the New Year!"

"Aren't you, a tiger like you, a woman?"

"You don't need to worry about whether I am a woman or not. I know that if you continue to be so arrogant, you will no longer be a man! And you, Wen Yidi! Don't just laugh! Who are you with?"

Several people fussed for a while before they put up the blessing characters, couplets and hanging stickers. Cheng Huaiyuan looked at Xu Shihuan and Wen Yidi carefully, slapped his head suddenly and said:

"Look at my memory!"

After saying that, he rushed out at a trot. Before the two of them could speak, he ran back with two more bundles in his arms, panting towards Xu Shihuan:

"The old man asked me to send this over. Please put it on quickly."

With that said, he picked up a bundle and handed it into Xu Shihuan's arms. Immediately afterwards, he handed another baggage to Wen Yidi:

"And yours too. How can we not wear new clothes during the Chinese New Year?"

Wen Yidi returned to the house with the bundle in hand. Until the moment he unpacked the bundle, he was still in a daze and couldn't tell what was a dream and what was reality.

They say they are new clothes, but they are actually just ordinary cotton-padded jackets, only in vermilion with a naive rabbit embroidered on them. Wearing it makes you feel more joyful. Wen Yidi would not normally wear this kind of fabric, but when he wore it now, he felt an indescribable joy.

Wen Yidi walked into the yard, and Cheng Huaiyuan looked at him carefully and said it suited him. At this time, Xu Shihuan also put on new clothes and skipped over.

The cotton coat on her body was a dazzling pomegranate red. It was obviously made of ordinary material, but it still looked grand when worn on Xu Shihuan. On her lapel was embroidered a rabbit with a small flower on its head, which made her look a little more playful.

Looking at the red clothes on the two of them, Wen Yidi felt that he was not wearing cotton-padded clothes for the New Year, but wedding clothes.

According to the laws of Wanhua Kingdom, merchants are not allowed to wear red when marrying their wives, so he did not dare to think too much about such a scene even in his dreams.

But Xu Shihuan and Cheng Huaiyuan obviously didn't think so much. They dragged Wen Yidi from left to right and couldn't stop muttering:

"Let's go, let's fire off the cannons!"

Unlike ordinary people, on New Year's Eve, firecrackers are set off early in the morning in the military camp so that the soldiers who died on the battlefield can find their way home early.

"Mom!"

Cheng Huaiyuan was not very formal when setting off firecrackers. He would either yell and yell without lighting the fire, or he would light the fire without telling Xu Shihuan and Wen Yidi, so that they would be shocked when the firecrackers suddenly went off.

When the two men dragged Wen Yidi to the kitchen, Wen Yidi suddenly realized that the corners of his raised lips had never been lowered for a moment.

"I'm telling you, this New Year's Eve dinner won't taste good until the evening. Let's just stay in this kitchen and eat whatever dishes are cooked. That's what makes it fun."

Xu Shihuan spoke seriously about her fallacy, while her loyal younger brother Cheng Huaiyuan responded:

"That's right, and what's more, eating food is also very particular. When eating, you have to avoid the cook. This way, it will taste fishy and taste better."

Wen Yidi has been taught by his family since he was a child to be silent about food and sleep. He has never done anything like this. Seeing Xu Shihuan and Cheng Huaiyuan walking around to the back door of the kitchen, a few fried meatballs came out after a while.

"Open your mouth!"

Xu Shihuan said and stretched out his hand. Wen Yidi felt that as soon as he opened his mouth, a steaming croquette entered his mouth.

"Brother! If you feed him like that, be careful to burn him!"

With that said, Cheng Huaiyuan blew the croquettes in his hand and said again:

"Open your mouth!"

The number of balls in Wen Yidi's mouth changed from one to two.

The three of them were enjoying their meal when suddenly the voice of General Guan came from behind:

"You little bastard, you know how to eat alone. Come here quickly!"

Cheng Huaiyuan made a face at them, and ducked back into the kitchen. After a while, he slipped out with a large bowl filled with all kinds of food, which was piled almost to the top.

"Old man! Go on!"

Cheng Huaiyuan handed the bowl to General Guan and mouthed to them:

"Run!"

As soon as the three people rushed out, they heard the cook's angry shout from behind:

"Is there a rat in this kitchen? The food goes down faster than I can cook it! If I catch you, don't blame me for being ruthless during the Chinese New Year!"

Seeing that they could no longer stay in the kitchen, they took Wen Yidi to the military camp again. The soldiers in the military camp had already put on their best clothes and were sitting around in twos and threes, gambling!

Seeing Cheng Huaiyuan, Xu Shihuan, and Wen Yidi coming over, the greetings from the young general, the eldest lady, and Mr. Wen couldn't stop.

Cheng Huaiyuan led them to the tent with the most people, took out some scraps of silver from his body and prepared to place bets. Xu Shihuan also became playful, but she changed her clothes today and her pockets were cleaner than her face.

She looked at Wen Yidi longingly and stretched out her hand. Soon, a purse filled with broken silver fell into her palm.

"Why do you carry so much money with you? You must be the reincarnation of the God of Wealth!"

However, as happy as you are when you bet, you will be sad when you lose money.

Cheng Huaiyuan was worthy of being a playboy for several years, winning more than he lost in gambling. After a while, all the money from this group of people came to him.

"Are you still betting? If not, I will change places!"

Cheng Huaiyuan smiled wildly, as if he were a gambling king.

"Is there any money left?"

Wen Yidi leaned against Xu Shihuan's ear and asked softly.

Xu Shihuan turned the purse upside down, and only a piece of broken silver fell out.

"General Cheng, how about we take a gamble?"

A quarter of an hour later, Cheng Huaiyuan's face looked extremely ugly. All the money he had earned with so much hard work now went to Wen Yidi.

"It seems that General Cheng is still suitable for leading troops in war."

As Wen Yidi spoke, he handed the largest piece of silver to Xu Shihuan, spread the rest on the table, and said:

"Brothers, share the money and celebrate the New Year with the money in your hands!"

When gambling, Wen Yidi's face was full of confidence and calmness, making people feel sparkling.