My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

State-run restaurants in the county town.

The entire place was booked out today, with red double happiness symbols hanging at the entrance, and everyone coming and going had a smile on their face.

Lin Xiumei had finished packing early in the morning.

They arrived early in jeeps to welcome the guests.

Lin's mother looked pleased.

"Wow, my daughter looks exactly like a city girl today, she's so beautiful!"

Lin Xiumei was wearing a brand-new bright red polyester shirt, and whenever she had the chance, she would raise the shiny Shanghai brand women's watch on her wrist and wave it in front of people.

Lin Yaozu also kept praising it.

"My second sister is so beautiful! I knew she was the one who married the best!"

Lin Xiumei became even more smug, standing at the restaurant entrance with undisguised arrogance on her face.

Today is the auspicious day for her to marry Yu Gaoyang.

Lin Xiulan was also busy, confirming the food and checking the number of people. This was Lin's parents' idea, to have her help out.

After all, she's her own sister.

When Lin Xiumei saw her, she glanced at her and pouted.

"Sis, what are you doing?"

"Are you alone? Where's Lu Qingshan? Why didn't he come with you?"

Before Lin Xiulan could answer, she laughed.

"Oh, that's true. He's a country bumpkin who spends all his time toiling in the mountains; he probably wouldn't even know which way the front door faces in a place like this."

As she spoke, she deliberately stretched out the hand with the watch on it in front of Lin Xiulan and brushed her hair aside.

"Look at my outfit, isn't it nice? It's made of polyester. And this watch, isn't it better than yours?"

Lin Xiulan didn't say anything. After seeing the 20,000 yuan, her mindset had changed.

So I just stood to the side.

Lin Xiumei thought she was feeling inferior, so she talked even more enthusiastically.

Not far away, Lin's mother and Lin Yaozu set up a table at the door to collect monetary gifts.

Lin Yaozu shouted at the top of his lungs, like a theatrical performer.

"Listen up, everyone! Today, our Xiumei is marrying the factory director's son, so the banquet is very well-organized!"

"If you're not giving more than five yuan as a gift, don't bother squeezing in. Go sit over there and eat some sunflower seeds!"

Some of them were relatives, but their families were really poor, so they only brought two or three yuan. Lin's mother stopped them outside without any politeness.

The group of people's faces turned pale and then red, they wanted to leave but were reluctant to, after all, they had arrived early in the morning, and could only stand awkwardly at the door.

As noon approached, the banquet had already begun inside the restaurant.

Yu Gaoyang, holding a wine glass, was surrounded by a group of people. Hearing a barrage of compliments, his face turned red, and he felt a little tipsy.

"Gao Yang is truly a promising young man!"

"Yes, following Director Yu from now on will lead to a limitless future!"

"Like father, like son!"

"This bride is quite pretty!"

Lin Xiumei nestled close to Yu Gaoyang, listening to these words, her chin practically pointing to the sky.

She felt that this was the life she was meant to have.

She picked up her wine glass, her gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Lin Xiulan, who was quietly helping to serve dishes in the corner.

His eyes were full of smugness and contempt.

Just then.

A sudden commotion erupted at the restaurant entrance.

Lin Yaozu, who was collecting monetary gifts, shouted impatiently, "What are you yelling about! Line up! Don't you know the rules?!"

But the noise didn't stop; instead, it got even louder.

A large group of people, a dark mass, blocked the bright entrance of the restaurant.

The group of people wore tattered cotton-padded coats covered in patches, their faces were weathered, and their feet were covered in mud.

They were from a completely different world from the well-dressed city folks in the restaurant.

The one leading the group was Uncle San from Hongshitun.

He clutched the old opium pipe that he had used for decades, his face taut with wrinkles.

The flattery, laughter, and festive music in the restaurant seemed to have been abruptly stopped, as if someone had suddenly grabbed them by the neck.

All eyes were drawn from the newlyweds at the table to the doorway.

Third Uncle slammed his pipe heavily against the door frame.

"Lin Xiumei!"

"Yu Gaoyang!"

The old man's voice was not loud, and it was hoarse, but it was particularly clear in the suddenly quiet hall, and his heavy voice struck people's hearts directly.

"Today is your joyous day, and the whole village has come to congratulate you."

Lin Xiumei immediately sensed something was wrong, but before she could react...

The old man slammed his pipe to the ground!

"Then you two! Shouldn't you settle the money you owe us, the money we've worked so hard for?!"

The moment the words "blood and sweat money" were uttered, the entire hall fell completely silent.

The color drained completely from Yu Gaoyang's face.

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a crash and shattered into pieces.

He never imagined that these peasants, whom he had completely disregarded, would dare to cause trouble all the way to the county! And even at his wedding banquet!

Lin Xiumei's face first turned white, then flushed a deep liver color.

Her most glamorous day, the day she valued her reputation the most, was ruined by a bunch of poor bastards!

She pointed at the villagers outside the door, her voice shrill and piercing.

"What do you want to do!"

"A bunch of beggars, do you know where you are?! Trying to rebel?!"

"Security! Where's the security?! Throw all these troublemakers out! Throw them all out!"

After her hysterical outburst, Lin Xiumei had a sudden inspiration and began to yell at the crowd like a mad dog:

"I know! Was it Lu Qingshan! Was it Lu Qingshan who sent you to cause trouble! He resents me for not being on good terms with him, so he instructed you to disrupt things, didn't he!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the villagers at the entrance, who were filled with indignation.

"fart!"

In the crowd, a hot-tempered man spat and pointed at Lin Xiumei's nose, cursing her.

"Lu Qingshan was just showing us a way to survive because we were starving! He's a truly wonderful person! Stop making baseless accusations!"

Several uniformed security guards surrounded the villagers and tried to shove them.

But the villagers came today with the determination to break off all pretense of civility.

There were many of them, and they all stood with their necks stiff, blocking the doorway and refusing to budge an inch.

The man in the lead shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Paying back debts is a matter of course!"

"While you're living the high life inside, our whole family at home can't even afford to eat!"

"No money! Nobody's going to have a peaceful day!"

"Yes! They won't leave until they get paid!"

The shouts of dozens of people were so loud that even the security guards turned pale and dared not approach.

The guests at the wedding banquet now understood everything.

Whispers arose, buzzing like flies.

"So it turns out they owed money to the farmers..."

"Judging by their appearance, they must owe quite a bit, otherwise why would they travel all the way from the village to the county seat?"

"Tsk tsk, the Yu family has really lost face today."

These words reached Gao Yang and Lin Xiumei's ears without missing a single one.

Yu Gaoyang's legs went weak, and he instinctively wanted to back away and hide behind his father.

A middle-aged man dressed in a cadre uniform stood up next to the main table.

He is Yu Gaoyang's father, Yu Bo, the director of the county food factory.

Yu Bo was still holding a half-full glass of wine, but the glass was trembling slightly in his hand.

He didn't look at the villagers outside the door; his eyes, like knives, were fixed on his son and his newlywed wife.

The muscles in his face twitched, and his expression was colder than the wind outside the door.