Mrs. Zuo is watching the dragon boat race ahead.

Hearing what the old man said, Mrs. Zuo smiled and said: "Winning or losing is not important. Such a joyful festival is just an excuse for everyone to have fun together."

"It's the old lady who is so open-minded that she can teach such an outstanding person as the owner of the village!"

The old man echoed again.

Mrs. Zuo smiled and shook her head: "Watch the game first."

Yang Ruoqing stood behind the old lady, staring at the dragon boat race in front of her without blinking.

This is her first time to watch the dragon boat race in person.

In my previous life, I watched TV programs.

Being present in person at this moment and feeling the intense and tense atmosphere is completely different from sitting in front of the screen.

Ahead, the dragon boat is about to sprint to the finish line.

The sound of gongs and drums became more intense, and there was joy on the water and shore.

"We're going to grab the Dragon Balls, come on, cousin!"

Beside her, Zuo Yingchun was so excited that she put her hands beside her mouth, forming a trumpet shape.

Shout loudly towards Zuo Junmo.

On the shore, everyone was shouting, and people from various villages were supporting the participating teams in their own villages.

Infected by this strong festive atmosphere, Yang Ruoqing was also a little excited.

He followed the dragon boat Zuo Junmo was on nervously.

I saw that when the dragon boat was approaching the end, someone over there threw the "dragon ball" prepared in advance.

"Wow, my cousin won. My cousin is so awesome..."

Zuo Yingchun was so excited that she shook the fragrant handkerchief in her hand and waved it towards Zuo Junmo.

The dragon boat was rowing back, and villagers on both sides of the river rushed to the river, holding long bamboo poles in their hands.

Red cloths were hung on bamboo poles, and gifts, food and meals were carried and thrown onto each participating dragon boat.

Don't care about winning or losing, or ranking.

The simple villagers in Chunliang just want to pray for good weather this year through the annual Dragon Boat Festival dragon boat race.

Those who farm will have a good harvest.

Those who fish have a great harvest.

Everyone’s life is getting better every year!

The cheers and the sound of firecrackers from the side continued one after another for a long time.

And Zuo Junmo, surrounded by his teammates on the boat, walked towards the shore.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing saw many young girls and young wives running towards Zuo Junmo's team of sailors.

One by one, they rushed to give what they had in their hands to the sailors.

Among them, Zuo Junmo was stuffed the most!

What is this for?

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

At this time, Zuo Yingchun beside him also took out a small and exquisite sachet from the bottom of his sleeve.

The moment she took it out, the fragrance of mugwort wafted into her nose.

Then, Zuo Yingchun didn't even bother to say hello to Mrs. Zuo. She picked up her skirt and ran towards Zuo Junmo...

"This is the custom in our area,"

Mrs. Zuo's voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears.

The old lady glanced over there, where Zuo Junmo was surrounded by a group of young women, explaining to Yang Ruoqing.

"In the annual dragon boat race, the unmarried sailors who win the first place will receive sachets and gifts from unmarried women."

"oh……"

Yang Ruoqing understood.

I'm afraid this is also a disguised blind date ceremony, right?

Unmarried young men and women can use such a festival to give each other sachets and other things to let each other understand their feelings.

Zuo Junmo is a young talent in this area, rich, handsome and well-mannered.

He is the perfect lover that countless young girls want to marry.

In the past few years, he had not participated in the dragon boat race, and the girls were embarrassed to express their feelings directly.

He participated this year. Girls don’t want to miss such a good opportunity.

Seeing Zuo Junmo surrounded by a group of warblers and swallows,

The hands, neck, and waist were all hung with small gifts from the enthusiastic and bold girls.

The whole person looked like a sideshow vendor at the gate of Wa City, and Yang Ruoqing found it very interesting.

Zuo Junmo finally got rid of the group of warblers and swallows.

He escaped from the crowd and strode towards the stone bridge.

He walked straight to Mrs. Zuo and bowed slightly, "Mom, did you enjoy watching the dragon boat race today?"

Mrs. Zuo smiled and nodded: "It didn't embarrass me, not bad!"

Hearing his mother's praise, Zuo Junmo showed a happy smile on his face.

Only then did his eyes fall on Yang Ruoqing.

"Is it fun?" he asked her.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "It's a unique experience and an eye-opener for me!"

Such a high rating?

The corners of Zuo Junmo's lips raised in a more pleasurable arc.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing tilting her head, she looked at the hanging things all over his body.

He said: "This is the custom in our area..."

"Yes, I know, the old lady told me just now." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Don't you have this custom during the Dragon Boat Festival?" Zuo Junmo asked.

Yang Ruoqing was still looking at him and shook her head after hearing this.

"It's different from other customs. We don't have it."

"The owner of the village looks very interesting like this, he looks like a praying tree, hehehe..."

She couldn't help but said.

Zuo Junmo has black lines all over his head.

He took off all the things hanging on his body and put them in an empty basket beside him.

Then he handed the basket to her: "It's for you."

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

Pointing to the tip of his nose in disbelief: "Give it to me? What are you doing?"

Zuo Junmo smiled softly: "I'm an old man, it's useless for me to have these things. Just play with them!"

"ah?"

She was startled.

While she was distracted, Zuo Junmo thrust the basket into her hand domineeringly.

Then he turned around and quickly walked off the stone bridge, and went to the dragon boat to handle the follow-up matters.

On the stone bridge, Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded, carrying a basket.

What I am carrying is not a colorful sachet.

But the hearts of young girls are so hot!

Zuo Junmo, if you don’t want it, don’t accept it!

It's over, it's over, sister, I'll share the firepower for you!

The top of the head is clearly shining brightly.

However, Yang Ruoqing suddenly felt that what she was standing on was not a stone bridge under the sun.

Rather, it is the Naihe Bridge in front of the gate of hell.

The wind is blowing.

Pairs of resentful gazes were slashed from all directions like knives.

Among them, there is a bunch from Zuo Yingchun.

If the eyes had substance, Yang Ruoqing suspected that she would already be riddled with holes!

Next to her, Mrs. Zuo, who saw all this clearly, smiled knowingly.

She stood up slowly and said to Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Yingchun: "It's almost noon, let's go back!"

"Hey, okay."

Yang Ruoqing handed the bamboo basket to the servant girl and came over to hold Mrs. Zuo's arm.

Zuo Yingchun quickly supported the other one, and the two of them helped the old lady get off the stone bridge.

Yang Ruoqing ignored the jealous looks of the older girls and turned to look at the river behind her.

Zuo Junmo stood there, as if inspecting the dragon boat, while explaining things to the people next to him.
Chapter completed!