Chapter 209: Mu Yingnan's Wedding

Today is already the twenty-second day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the day of Mu Yingnan's wedding. Zhang Ping'an and his wife did not bring the children along; they pedaled their Bicycle and went straight to the compound.

Mu Yingren was already waiting for them at the entrance early on.

"Brother Ping'an, Sister Xiao Ling."

"Good lad, you've grown so sturdy."

Zhang Ping'an patted Yingren's solid chest; the once thin and small boy had now become a full-grown young man.

"Hehe, Brother Ping'an, I can't compare to you. I heard from my brother-in-law that even his strength isn't as great as yours. Why didn't you bring Weijun and the others?"

"They are too mischievous and it's not suitable, plus they can help us look after the children at home."

"Oh, Brother Ping'an, I haven't met your other three children yet. I heard from my sister that they are very cute, especially the daughter."

"That's right, you can come visit us when you have time, and I'll introduce you."

The triplets in Zhang Ping'an's family are now over two years old, jumping up and down all day long following their two older brothers; only Zhang Ping'an's courtyard is large enough for them to run wild.

"Alright."

While the three of them were talking, the guards finished checking the items Zhang Ping'an had brought. Since the misunderstanding had been cleared up, if he could help with Mu Santai's illness, he would do what he could.

The Medicinal Wine Zhang Ping'an brought this time was for strengthening the foundation and cultivating the primordial spirit; at the very least, it could alleviate Mu Santai's pain while allowing him to live a few more years.

"Brother Ping'an, Sister Xiao Ling, let's go inside."

"Mm, okay."

Most of the guests invited to Mu Yingnan's wedding banquet were people from within the compound; it seemed that only Zhang Ping'an and his wife were from the outside.

When Mu Baoguo saw Zhang Ping'an arrive, he also came up to greet them, appearing quite enthusiastic.

"Ping'an, you coming is enough, why did you bring gifts?"

"Uncle Mu, this Medicinal Wine is a bit beneficial for Elder Mu's injuries." Zhang Ping'an smiled awkwardly; after all, he had given this father and son a cold shoulder at his home last time.

"Hahaha, good. It is Yingnan's honor to have classmates like you. Ping'an, Xiao Ling, you two go get familiar with the place with Yingren first."

Mu Baoguo knew that Zhang Ping'an's medical skills were not simple; how could someone who managed to save his father twice be an ordinary person? The Medicinal Wine brought this time must also be a good thing.

"Okay."

"Big Brother, I remember you."

"Oh?" Zhang Ping'an did not expect that the little fellow he had only met once seven or eight years ago would still be able to recognize him.

"Brother Ping'an, this is my younger brother, Yang Guangjun." He used to be called Mu Guangjun, but now that everyone knew, he had changed his surname back.

Zhang Ping'an looked at the two brothers and saw their relationship was quite good; it seemed Yingren had not held a grudge against this little fellow because their mother and son had entered his life.

"Mm, Guangjun, when we met before, you were only four or five years old, and we haven't seen each other for seven or eight years. How could you still recognize me?"

"You saved Grandfather; I remember you. You were holding a little brother at the time."

"Hehe, not bad."

If Mu Santai heard this sentence from Yang Guangjun, he would likely be moved to tears. Yang Guangjun, who is only eleven or twelve years old now, already has the air of a little adult.

Wang Xiaoling went to find Mu Yingnan; she had been here once when she was in the second grade and knew where Mu Yingnan's room was.

Soon, sounds of laughter and play came from outside. Mu Santai and his son heard the commotion and came out, interrupting Mu Yingren's bragging.

"Stinky brat, stop bragging. Your little tricks are still far behind Ping'an's."

"Elder Mu, Uncle Mu."

"Grandfather, Father."

"Mm, Weitao and the others have arrived."

"Uncle Mu, Brother Mu." Du Guokang brought his eldest nephew, Du Weitao, over to pick up the bride, even though the two families were only a few steps apart.

Zhang Ping'an was also taken aback when he saw Du Guokang; this person seemed to be the former captain of the forest ranger team at the Jilin Forest Farm.

Du Guokang clearly also noticed the only stranger in the room, Zhang Ping'an, and looked thoughtful for a long while before looking up.

"Zhang Ping'an?"

"Hello, Captain Du."

"It really is you. I just thought you looked familiar."

"You know each other?"

"Cough, I went up the mountain with Captain Du back in Jilin."

"Ho, so that's how it is. This world is truly small."

"Cough, cough." Du Weitao interrupted their reminiscing.

"Oh, right, right. Let's get married first, we can chat again in a while."

Both were soldiers, so the process was exceptionally simple: each wore a large red flower and bowed in tribute to the red icon at the Du family home.

At noon, the two families and a few relatives and friends had a wedding banquet at the Du house. During the meal, Zhang Ping'an and Du Guokang learned about each other's backgrounds.

Du Guokang is Du Weitao's second uncle. After retiring from the battlefield, he settled down in Jilin. Because he was not used to city life, he chose to go to the forest farm. Zhang Ping'an felt this guy might have some post-traumatic stress disorder, though it shouldn't be severe.

"Brother-in-law, I didn't expect you to be the sharpshooter my second uncle mentioned."

"What sharpshooter? It was just that I was closer and aimed a bit more accurately." Zhang Ping'an smiled sheepishly. Back then, he had indeed stood at the rear and finished off the most Wild Boar.

During that trip to Jilin, his space had also harvested a large number of species at the forest farm; even the wild honeybees were collected into the space from Changbai Mountain.

"Uncle Du, has anyone hunted any tigers since then?"

"No, they probably all ran deep into the mountains. Occasionally, there are tiger roars, but they aren't like they were back then..." Du Guokang clearly still had a vivid memory of that tiger roar from a few years ago.

Hearing this, Zhang Ping'an felt much more at ease. Dahu's parents had followed his instructions and gone deep into the mountains to lie low and develop.

Upon parting, Du Guokang shook Zhang Ping'an's hand.

"Ping'an, whenever you go to Jilin again, you must come find me. I'll treat you to some good wine then, hahaha."

"It's a deal." Zhang Ping'an also wanted to go see the family of five tigers if he had the chance.

Mu Family

"Ping'an, Xiao Ling, Yingnan and Yingren will both be returning to their units after the New Year; you two should come visit this old man often when you have time."

"Alright, Elder."

On the way home, Zhang Ping'an was still lamenting that there were acquaintances everywhere; he wondered if that old geezer who sold him the Tiger Penis previously had any connections.

"Brother Ping'an."

"Hm?"

"Yingnan is leaving again after the New Year; I thought she would stay behind since she got married this time."

"It's fine, we are all still young, there is plenty of time; perhaps in the future, once telephones become widespread, we will be able to communicate face-to-face even if we are worlds apart."

"How is that possible? You're just trying to coax me," Wang Xiaoling said, not believing him at all.

"Who can say for sure what the future holds?"

At dawn, Zhang Ping'an came to the Black Market again and traded fifty thousand catties of sweet potatoes and ten Wild Boars with Daoba.

The price of grain in other Black Markets remained stubbornly high; only the grain price at Daoba's Black Market was still forty cents, though it was now limited.

Daoba hadn't implemented purchase limits before, but while it seemed like the poor were buying it, the grain would appear in other Black Markets the very next day, sold at high prices; they were treating him like a sucker for stocking their goods.

He had no choice but to implement limits, unless one came to buy using the real name of a certain brigade, just like Li Family Village.

Li Zhiyuan didn't care either; as long as he could buy grain, it didn't matter if the people at the Black Market knew his true identity. Besides, they didn't look like bad people, and his own accompanying personnel were all carrying gear.

"Brother Chang'an, do you have any fresh goods?"

"What is Brother Tong Si referring to?"

"Things like sea cucumbers, abalone, and lobsters."

Zhang Ping'an secretly slapped his own head; how could he have forgotten about these sea fish and seafood? Others might not understand, but these remnants of the old nobility were very well-versed in them. However, this was also good; perhaps he could even raise the prices this time.

"Hmm~ I do, but they are all premium quality."

"Heh, little brother, premium quality is exactly what this older brother wants."