Rebirth of Ninety Honey Sweet Wife

Soon, one string of firecrackers outside the stockade was set off, and another burst out. Someone outside the yard shouted Qin Yuxi,

"Please Jinhua ~"

Chen Yulian still has a lot to say to persuade Qin Yuxi. Now she can only give up.

She sat up beside Qin Yuxi's bed, dried the tears on her face, and took out the golden flower clothes of Jieshan stronghold from the bottom of Qin Yuxi's bedroom cabinet.

In the eyes of the older generation, Jinhua is a stockade. Only the most holy and beautiful girl can serve as it. Just like the saint in the novel, Jinhua enjoys a high status and reputation in the stockade.

However, in the eyes of the younger generation, Jinhua is a beautiful girl, which makes no sense. In the eyes of young people, the special person is who can make more money and who has more money.

In addition, a beautiful girl is about as good as marrying a rich family.

Many customs, many things engraved in the bones of a nation, gradually fade away with the passing of the years, without any shock.

With a camera in his hand, Su muhuan stood outside the yard of Qin Yuxi's house and kept photographing every bit of the stronghold. Beside him stood a tall and thin man in snow boots and Arctic exploration clothes.

The man looks like Su muhuan, but he is one round older than Su muhuan. He only appeared in the stockade today. Su muhuan called him "Su guide".

With a small and medium-sized camera imported from abroad in his hand, Director Su followed behind Su muhuan and took pictures of every plant and tree in the jieshanzhai with great interest.

Then the camera turned and people, large and small, came to Qin Yuxi's yard in Jieshan stronghold. Someone shouted,

"Please Jinhua ～"

"Please Jinhua, please Jinhua!"

With the arrival of the older generation, the children jumped around happily outside Qin Yuxi's yard.

They don't know what today's day represents. They only know that this is an ancient custom. When the new patriarch ascends the throne, Jinhua will come out to support face.

Yi Feng, the leader of Dongshan garrison, came with a soldier in an army coat and stood outside Qin Yuxi's yard with the villagers to watch the excitement. They are foreign garrisons. They are afraid that they can't catch up with this kind of day all their life.

In, it happens every year, but it doesn't happen every year when the patriarch succeeds to invite Jinhua.

Many young people who had never seen such a battle also came together.

The old clan has lived for 70 or 80 years. Many people have never experienced "inviting golden flowers" once in their life. This opportunity is rare. All those who can come to see the excitement in the 18th stockade have come.

After a moment, the old people in Jieshan stronghold, dressed in Tujia costumes, sounded ox horns. The old people were old, but the young people had no mood and interest to learn these customs.

So there are few people who blow the horn.

Many of these ox horn blowers came from the old people of Shiba stronghold, otherwise a stronghold would not have so many ox horn blowers.

The magnificent horn sound, with an ancient wind, blew through the boundless trees. Just listening to the sound of the horn sound, people's hearts trembled. Su Dao with a camera almost cried.

With a "creak", the door of the main room of Qin Yuxi's house was opened.

Qin Yuxi, dressed in black ethnic costumes, walked out with a dignified face. Her black clothes were embroidered with golden silk threads and totems. The totem group became big flowers and walked down the wooden ladder step by step.

The old man who knows the goods pointed to the clothes on Jinhua and told the young people that this mountain stronghold is the first stronghold of jiugou eighteen strongholds. The clothes on Jinhua have been handed down for hundreds of years.

This golden flower dress is pressed in the wardrobe of each generation of golden flower. It cannot be born unless the patriarch alternates!

Director Su invited a local mandarin speaker to act as an interpreter. Listening to the explanation of the interpreter, Director Su was completely excited.

He has extensive experience and clearly knows how lucky he is today. What he photographed is an ancient cultural heritage!

The Golden Flower suit was born only on the day when the patriarchs changed. Even if Su Dao was lucky to meet them, it's another matter whether the mountain people here should be photographed or not.

It was precisely because of Su muhuan's back door relationship that the people of jieshanzhai allowed him to shoot strange things in the stockade without saying anything.

Director Su would like to thank God for his son, Su muhuan, for giving him this opportunity!

So, Director Su's lens is aimed at Qin Yuxi. He wants to shoot her alone in the whole process. Su muhuan is even more crazy. He has climbed up the tree to find an angle.

The pleated black skirt fell to the ground and had a long skirt. Qin Yuxi dragged such a long skirt downstairs. Several people behind him immediately came forward to drag the skirt for Qin Yuxi and walked towards the totem pole of the threshing ground in the welcome of the people.

In the 18th stockade, an old man pointed to Qin Yuxi, who was dignified, generous and slightly powdered, and praised him:

"The first golden flower in the eighteen strongholds belongs to Qin Yuxi."

The Jinhua in their stockade is not as beautiful as Qin Yuxi. Some Jinhua went out to work and didn't come back for several years. Some Jinhua came back, but the bits and pieces in their life make their Jinhua dignified and generous at all.

If you can hold up this golden flower suit, it is so holy and noble that there is really only the first golden flower Qin Yuxi.

The soldiers beside the lane, led by Yi Feng, made a small noise without any sense of disrespect. They just coaxed Qi Zihan.

Everyone knows that Qin Yuxi of Jieshan stronghold, the first golden flower of the 18th stronghold, is Qi Zihan's girlfriend.

Unconsciously, Qi Zihan, dressed in a military uniform, looked up and held his chest out in front of Qin Yuxi, with infinite pride on his face.

Qin Yuxi pursed her lips. The corners of her eyes and the tip of her eyebrows looked like a smile. She glanced at Qi Zihan. She drew a little makeup today. With only one eye, Qi Zihan almost ejected nosebleed on the spot.

This golden flower, the only one in the sky and the earth, is his!

Qin Yuxi continued to move forward. The ancient horn in the sky seemed to blow into the sky. It had the spirit of war, lingering, vicissitudes and eternal tenacity.

Following the sound of the horn, Qin Yuxi came to the totem column. Behind her, the women carrying the skirt put down the thick black skirt. Qin Yuxi raised the skirt and approached the totem.

"The new patriarch has arrived!"

Someone shouted again. Qin Yuxi turned back and raised her sleeves. The cold wind blew. The skirt behind her was behind her magnificent and elegant face, raising black cloth and golden flowers all over the sky.