"We bow to heaven and earth, to the hall, to husband and wife, and to the bridal chamber."

The weather was hot and the earth dried up.

An extremely simple and crude wedding was being held in Lu Jia Village.

The villagers gathered under a big banyan tree and stared at the couple of newcomers in the yard.

"The chief asked a fool to marry an idiot. I don't know if it will rain or not. He also said something about the divine monk's instructions. Look at the weather. There are no clouds in ten thousand miles and there are no signs of rain at all. I think it's really annoying."

"That's right. Even the gods in the sky worship them, but they are useless. They still want to hold a wedding ceremony. They are about to die. Who has the mood to hold a wedding?"

Speaking of rain, the villagers of Lu Jia Village were really miserable.

It had been more than half a year, and nothing had fallen from the sky.

Snow, snow, rain, rain.

This was already a seed of light. Even though the sky was clear, not a single drop of rain could fall.

In a few days, he would be in the department. The wheat would not be hot and it should be kept. But the wheat seedlings in the field were as dry as the back of the hands of a ninety-year-old granny. It was a sign that they would not be collected.

The villagers were very desperate. They all planned to abandon their homes and go to distant relatives.

However, a few days ago, a wandering high monk passed by Lu Jia Village and told the chief that Lu Jia Village would come to welcome the lucky star in three days. Only then would there be dew.

Moreover, Lu Jia Village would be blessed by the blessed stars, and it would be a good day for them in the future.

"A wedding?"

The wedding was about to end, and no one had the mood to hold a wedding.

Moreover, there were only three days left. No matter how poor their family was, no one wanted to hastily arrange their child's marriage.

Later, someone came up with the idea to celebrate the happy event between a fool and a fool.

"Oh, your aunt, don't be sad. Although Zhao San'er is stupid, he comes from a well-off family. He has no parents and only a distant uncle. And his uncle is very kind to fools. He will definitely treat Xiao Wu well.

The little old lady who was persuaded was surnamed Wu and married Lu Laoqi of Lu Jia Village. They were called Aunt Lu Qi. She was thin and small and had a black mole on her nose.

"I know, I know. I'm just sad. Although Wu'er is a little bit dull and well-behaved, I've worked so hard to raise her up. She said she would get married and married such a fool. It's really..."

Aunt Lu Qi couldn't go on. She sobbed and wiped her tears with her sleeves.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy and the earth was shaking.

When she looked up, she saw the soil on the roof falling down one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the roof collapsed, the wall collapsed, and a cloud of smoke rose.

"Oh no, the ground is moving. Let's run. Oh, my little Wu'er..."

Other people would run away whenever they encountered a disaster, except for her Wu'er, who was in a daze and didn't even know how to avoid the rain.

This was bad.

Aunt Lu Qi didn't care about anything else and ran towards Zhao San'er's house.

In the Zhao Family's only room with blue bricks and red tiles in the village, there was a festive atmosphere.

When she opened her muddle-headed eyes, she saw an old-fashioned room full of red.

There was still a murmur in his ear.

"Ee-ee-e-e-e. It's so noisy."

She turned her head and looked into a pair of big bright eyes.

A half-grown child was sitting by the bed, staring at her.

As soon as he caught her sight, the youth's eyes instantly turned cold.

Who was he?

Lu Zitong hurriedly got up from the bed. When she noticed that she was wearing a red wedding dress that only appeared in ancient TV series, she was stunned.

Not only her, but the young man was also wearing a red groom's suit.

What, what was going on?

Had she time-traveled?

Before he had time to think carefully, the sky and the earth shook.

She reached out to hold the bed.

People's panicked shouts came from outside.

"The ground has moved. Run!"

"A fool marrying a fool. God is angry! Lu Jia Village is going to be finished!"

...

Lu Zitong was even more confused.

At this time, a man barged in from the outside, picked up the boy beside him, and ran out.

He didn't even look at her.

Lu Zitong followed him instinctively.

As a result, she had only taken two steps when the falling tiles and earth blocks stopped her.

Since she couldn't run out, she could only hide in a corner.

He looked at the dirt and wood that kept falling in front of him.

Lu Zitong was scared and shocked.

He just wanted to curse the heavens.

He died as soon as he crossed over.

This was probably the shortest time-travel in history.

She was really sad.