The next day, the sixth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar.
The dusky Dongzhang village finally had a trace of vitality, and that was the Zhang's iron shop was about to hold a wedding.
Dongzhang village had known about this so-called happy event half a month ago. Old Zhang was going to marry his daughter to a fool he had picked up.
If it was in the past, perhaps some villagers would have talked about it as a joke. However, under the dark clouds of the current war, no one had such thoughts.
In addition, many people were already hungry and full. Now that the Zhang family wanted to organize a wedding, they would definitely hold a banquet. Therefore, the villagers spontaneously went to the Zhang family to help.
They were busy all the way until night. A few red lanterns were hung at the entrance of Zhang's iron shop, and with the long-lost laughter and laughter, it looked like a wedding.