Zhang Zian was left speechless by Zhuang Xiaodie's rhetorical question.
Did the wedding procession have anything to do with him?
His ancestral home was Binhai City, but he really didn't know how "ancestral" this ancestral home was. His family was not the kind of old-fashioned and traditional big family. He was not interested in genealogy or anything, so he didn't know when his ancestors had lived in Binhai City. Considering the cycle of dynasties in China's history, maybe they fled here to avoid disaster in a war-torn era and settled down.
From the bits and pieces that his parents occasionally mentioned, he seemed to have heard that his ancestors were once rich, but in the long 20th century, they slowly declined in the war after war. In addition, there were a few times of turmoil after liberation. No matter how rich they were, they could not afford to be tossed around like this.
If his ancestors had lived in Binhai Town a hundred years ago, then he seemed to be able to understand her rhetorical question.
In such a small seaside town, anyone with a little bit of status in the town knew each other. It was normal for them to claim kinship with each other. After all, blood relations were the most basic and reliable bond to maintain common interests.
Therefore, someone in this wedding procession, such as the lady sitting in the sedan or the maid serving next to her, after a hundred years, may have some kind of close or distant blood relationship with him. If they were close to each other to a certain extent, he might not have been born without the arrival of this wedding procession. This was also very understandable.
Thinking of this, he felt a sense of closeness to the wedding procession. It was like rubbing a small object passed down by his ancestors. When he thought of this small object being held in the hands of many ancestors for generations, it was like seeing their faces across time and space.
"It's a pity that I didn't bring anything when I went out. Otherwise, I should have sent some congratulatory gifts. I wish this newlywed would have a son soon. They must have a few more and increase production to serve the country," he said half-jokingly.
This was a dream, not history. It was just a mirror image of history, so it didn't matter if he was a little reckless.
The wedding procession was already very close to the city gate, and the suona player was playing more vigorously. The people in charge of the wedding procession dusted off their bodies and led the wedding procession to meet up.
Just as the two parties were about to reach each other, the trees and bushes on both sides of the road suddenly filled the sky with butterflies of different shapes and colors, including some extremely rare species or species that had gone extinct in modern society.
The wedding procession, the wedding procession, and the onlookers were all stunned. The suona player stopped playing and stared blankly at this amazing scene.
"Miss! Miss! Look! An auspicious omen! This is a rare auspicious sign! "
The maids patted the palanquin excitedly, and the curtain of the palanquin was lifted slightly. The bride in the palanquin lifted her veil slightly and looked at the colorful butterflies in surprise.
At this moment, a giant butterfly the size of a sunflower suddenly flapped its wings and flew toward the sedan. Wherever it passed, the other butterflies all gave way to it as if it was the emperor of butterflies.
The bride unconsciously stretched out a fair hand from the window of the sedan chair. Her wrist was covered with a glistening jade bracelet.
The giant butterfly lightly landed on her wrist, and countless compound eyes reflected her face under the veil. After a while, it took off again, circled a few times over the top of the sedan chair, and flew away.
The other butterflies also flew away with it, like a colorful cloud, drifting toward the direction of Mt. Hidden Fog.
It was not until the butterflies had flown far away that the people present came to their senses. They looked at the sedan chair in a different way, as if they were looking at an immortal. A few old and young people even knelt down in front of the sedan chair and murmured.
If it had been a few years earlier, maybe the county magistrate would have come out to oppose this marriage, and then sent the bride to the palace to be presented to the emperor as a ladder for his own promotion and wealth.
Fortunately, the Qing Dynasty had already fallen.
"Look! Those butterflies are flying around the top of the mountain. Doesn't it look like a cloud of colorful fog? "
"Is there an old immortal living on the top of the mountain?"
Wu Mancheng, who was walking at the front of the wedding procession, stopped a local and asked, "Excuse me, what's the name of the mountain?"
"There is no name. The local people generally call it Xishan." The local waved his hand. "There is often white fog on the mountainside, and people can't see the top of the mountain. Today, we finally saw it, but it was covered by these butterflies …"
Wu Mancheng's heart was naturally happy that his precious daughter encountered such a rare auspicious sign when she was getting married. Just to see this scene, it was worth the trip. He smiled and said, "Why don't we call it Mt. Hidden Fog?"
The auspicious sign was obviously directed at the bride. No one present dared to oppose the words of the bride's father. They all agreed. "Good name! Good name! Let's call it Mt. Hidden Fog! "
The leader of the wedding procession did not dare to neglect. Later, together with the local gentry and nobles, they jointly submitted a petition to the local government, requesting that the barren mountain be named Mt. Hidden Fog.
The overwhelming butterflies covered the entire top of the mountain and flew around it. Zhang Zian felt like he was in the eye of a hurricane made up of butterflies.
"Thank you very much. This congratulatory gift is very well-presented," he said.
Zhuang Xiaodie looked at him sideways. "Do you think I asked the butterflies to go there?"
Zhang Zian was stunned again. "You didn't?"
He thought that he had just mentioned sending a gift, so she sent the butterflies to form such a spectacle as a gift. But listening to her tone, did this spectacle really happen in history?
He suddenly thought of a problem. The insect disaster in Binhai City was caused by caterpillars, including many rare caterpillars. These butterflies were also developed from caterpillars, and there were also many rare butterflies among them …
Could it be that the insect disaster buried a hidden danger a hundred years ago?
What's more, if this was done by Zhuang Xiaodie, why would she please him just because of his words? Did he have such a big face?
Such a spectacle really happened in history, and Zhuang Xiaodie took the initiative to please him. Which of these two was more likely to happen? The answer was self-evident.
It turned out that he was thinking too much. He rolled his eyes gloomily.
The butterflies were probably tired from flying. They landed on the lawn at the top of the mountain to rest, drying their wings in the sun, making the top of the mountain look like a fairyland.
"The show is over. Now, let's get down to business." Zhuang Xiaodie seemed to have lost interest in the wedding procession. She turned to face him and stretched out two fingers. "I want to ask you two questions, and I hope you can answer them truthfully."
"If I answer the questions, will you let me go?" Zhang Zian asked as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw.
Zhuang Xiaodie was noncommittal. "It depends on whether your answer satisfies me."
He sighed. He hated this kind of subjective question when he was a student, but he had no choice.
"Then ask."
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