Outside the sedan chair, Yan Nanming rode on his horse and slowly walked out of the village. Firecrackers were set off at Fengwenshan’s house, and relatives were applauding outside, while the villagers followed him to join in the fun, only Fengwenshan’s family stayed there.
Seeing her daughter’s sedan chair, walking further and further, until she could no longer see the red color, Feng Wenshan then withdrew her reluctant eyes and slowly dragged her steps into the room. Feng Qinghuan’s relatives did not follow in, and also followed Feng Wenshan into the room.
Fortunately, Yan Nanming brought Feng Qinghuan’s house a lot of good wine and meat, which was enough to entertain these relatives.
On the other side, Yan Nanming took Feng Qinghuan back to his new home. When he arrived at the door, the sedan chair was stopped steadily by the sedan chair owners. This time, Feng Qinghuan did not fall anymore. He felt that the sedan chair had already landed. When you got married, you grabbed your own fruit and sat quietly in the sedan chair, waiting for Yan Nanming to lift the sedan chair.
Yan Nanming also flipped off the horse, walked to the front of the sedan chair with steady steps. He just wanted to lift it up, but was stopped by the matchmaker: “Ah, the groom wait a moment, I’m so anxious to see the bride, you haven’t kicked the sedan door yet.”
“Kick the sedan door?” Yan Nanming didn’t know that there was such a custom, and looked confused.
Seeing Yan Nanming’s confused appearance, the matchmaker knew that he must not know what was going on: “It’s not that you really want to mention it, just act like a gesture. Just kick it with your feet in front of the bride’s sedan door. Don’t try too hard, otherwise you will scare the bride.”
Although Yan Nanming didn’t know why, there was such a strange custom, he still obediently did it and kicked it in front of the sedan door with his feet three times before the matchmaker let him go.
Then before he could do it, the matchmaker first lifted the curtain of the sedan door, helped Feng Qinghuan out of it, then took a red silk cloth, and a big red flower in the middle, and handed it to the hands of the two people, letting them hold each end and enter Yan Nanming’s home.
At the door of Yan Nanming’s house, a fire was placed, allowing Feng Qinghuan to step over from above. Feng Qinghuan looked at the brazier in her eyes. The fire inside was still burning. She was a little scared and did not dare to walk forward. The matchmaker on the side gently comforted her: “Girl, this is a must-do. Don’t worry, there will be no problem, just take it over.”
Feng Qinghuan knew that this was a must-pass. She mustered up the courage, carried the wedding dress group in her hand, and walked over from the brazier with big strides. When she stepped over, the villagers on both sides clapped their hands: “Okay.”
The two entered the house and waited to enter the lobby, where two white-haired elderly people were made on it. These were the oldest and most respected old people in the village.
Because Yan Nanming is here, he has no relatives or cares, and no family, and his elders can sit on the high hall. He originally wanted to invite FengwenshanHe continued to come here to serve as a high hall, but he is Feng Qinghuan’s father, and the two of them had already worshipped there, which was not suitable.
Therefore, everyone suggested to find the two most respected elderly people in the village, let them serve as elders and sit in the high hall, so that they don’t have to worry anymore.