Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

The living room and kitchen were in a mess. Bowls of rice and noodles were scattered everywhere, several windows were broken, rainwater flowed into the house, and the floor was full of water stains.

They went out to look at the street, which was even worse as if it had been ransacked by a gang of bandits.

A good town has turned into this.

Jiang Miao Miao felt like crying.

Lu Qiming picked up two slippers of different colors and put them on, picked up the trash can, and said:

“Clean up first.”

Jiang Miao Miao nodded, stepped on the puddle of water in the living room, and went upstairs to find a rag.

The typhoon only took one night to cross the border, but it took them several days to restore their home to its original state.

Wet furniture needs to be moved out to dry, sheets and quilts must be washed, and floors must be wiped dry.

The broken dishes and vases filled several trash cans. Jiang Miao Miao went to the neighbor’s house to pick up many intact dishes and brought them home to fill the cabinets.

Lu Qiming repaired the broken windows, removed the glass from other houses, and installed them in their home.

After everything was done, the two of them were too tired to move. They sat on the sofa in the yard, basking in the sun and drowsy.

Jiang Miao Miao almost started to dream, but Lu Qiming suddenly jumped up and pushed her.

“Wake up!”

She was very sleepy, “Why isn’t everything done?”

“One more thing.”

“What’s up?”

“Marry!”

Ever since she said that sentence that day, Lu Qiming has been thinking about it all the time, and he can’t forget it at all.

Thinking of this, Jiang Miao Miao felt a little shy and couldn’t help retreating.

“Do you really want to get married? Let’s forget it. It doesn’t make any difference whether we get married or not.”

“It must be done! You can be lazy about anything, but you can’t be lazy about this.”

“But I’m a little tired…”

“Okay, you continue to rest, I’ll do it.”

Lu Qiming was also tired. Climbing up and down to repair the windows took a lot of energy from him, but when he thought about their getting married, he was motivated.

He took two steps into the room, stopped suddenly, and turned around to ask:

“What do you want to marry?”

Jiang Miao Miao froze for a moment, trying to recall her experience of drinking other people’s wedding wine.

“Uh… make a delicious meal?”

Lu Qiming nodded thoughtfully and walked into the room.

So her wedding is likely to be just one meal?

That’s not okay!

The marriage proposal ceremony has been omitted. This cannot be saved.

Jiang Miao Miao jumped up like a carp, chased after him to discuss with him, and finally settled on a few things.

1. The place of marriage.

There are churches in the town, but they don’t believe in God, so they just need to choose one with a good view.

The lakeside is very nice, with green grass and rippling water. There are mountains on the left and the sea on the right, choose there.

2. Food.

Lu Qiming is in charge of this. He is good at crafting and can also make cakes.

Of course, weddings should eat the best food.

3. Wedding dress.

There are no bridal shops or even clothing stores on the island. But Jiang Miao Miao saw a foot-operated sewing machine in a family’s home, which still worked.

And the fabric of the wedding dress is similar to the curtain fabric. Both are gorgeous.

So she made a great decision to make a wedding dress for herself.

As for the wedding date, it was set after all the preparations were completed.

Making a wedding dress is a huge project and takes time.

That night, Jiang Miao Miao asked Lu Qiming to return the sewing machine and put it in the living room. He then dragged him around the town with her, looking for the most beautiful curtain fabric.

The locals like the English country style; the curtains are either small florals or plaids. It seems petty to use them for wedding dresses.

The two searched for a long time and finally aimed at the curtains in the only restaurant in the town – white cotton with a little lace, simple but elegant.

Due to the typhoon not long ago, a lot of mud was splashed on the curtains and needed to be washed.

Lu Qiming carried the ladder and removed four sets of curtains.

Jiang Miao Miao carried it to the lake in a bucket, washed it overnight, and hung it in the yard.

When she woke up the next day, the sea breeze had already dried it.

What should she do with her wedding dress?

She found a skirt that fit her body type, put it on the flat curtain cloth, and cut out the upper body according to the shape.

Then use your imagination and cut a big skirt.

The hem of the wedding dress needs to be propped up to look good. The town has no panniers, so she can only make a few more layers of skirts and prop them up with fabric.

She cut two more hemlines, piled the excess scrap aside, and turned on the sewing machine.

As a salted person, she has never touched a sewing machine.

But when she was a child, there was a similar one at home, and her mother used it all the time and even made her a small skirt, so she had a vague impression.

Looks like the thread goes through this side first…and then there…

Jiang Miao Miao fiddled with it all morning, failed countless times, and finally found the correct procedure, the sound of the sewing machine clicking in the room.

Lu Qiming caught two big lobsters, and passed them in front of her with a bucket, leaned over to take a look, and let out a surprise.

“Does it really work?”

“Get out of the way, you stink to death, don’t stain my clothes.”

“Are you sure you made a wedding dress, not an apron?”

Jiang Miao Miao stopped and glared at him.

He smiled and blew her a kiss, and walked into the kitchen.

Sew the fabric according to the shape, dig out a peach heart collar, and lock the edge.

Everything went smoothly, and the results came out at noon the next day.

Because the craftsmanship is not exquisite enough, the skirt looks very rough, barely having the outline of a wedding dress.

But Jiang Miao Miao liked it very much, happily took it upstairs, and stood in front of the mirror to put it on.

An embarrassing thing happened… This tailor-made skirt can’t fit in it!

What happened? She made it according to the size of her clothes.

Jiang Miao Mmiao sat on the floor and searched for a long time and found the reason – when cutting the fabric, she didn’t leave enough width for hemming, so her upper body happened to be one size smaller.

It’s over now. Do you want to do another one?

Not to mention whether the fabric is enough or not, the time is too late.

Lu Qiming went upstairs to call her for lunch, saw the skirt in her arms, raised his eyebrows, and asked:

“Already ready? Put it on and show me.”

She is evasive.

“No, you have to wait until the day you get married to wear it, otherwise it won’t be new, it’s unlucky.”

“Is there such a rule?”

“Um!”

“Okay, then we’ll watch it when we get married and go to dinner.”

Jiang Miao Miao put down her skirt and walked out. Lu Qiming put his arms around her shoulders and suddenly leaned over to kiss her ear.

“How about a favor?”

“What’s?”

“That day is also my wedding, can you make me a decent suit?”

“You?”

She stopped and looked up and down a few times with a disgusted expression.

Lu Qiming said: “That’s right, I’m your marriage partner, don’t you want me to dress more handsomely?”

“No, I don’t mind if you run naked.”

She was exhausted from making her own wedding dress, so she didn’t have the energy to make it for him.

Lu Qiming started to play tricks, hugging her and not letting her go downstairs.

“Nice Miao Miao, dear Miaomiao, the cutest, most beautiful and capable Miao Miao in the whole world. Please, make your husband a good-looking suit and let him get married in a dignified manner, okay?”

Begging was not counted. He kissed her madly on the face. Her face was covered with saliva.

Jiang Miao Miao was powerless to resist, so she agreed, planning to go to the neighbor’s house to find a man’s suit and change it according to his size.

The two finally went downstairs and came to the dining table.

Lunch is lobster fried rice with sausage and tomato sauce, which smells very delicious.

Jiang Miao Miao picked up the spoon, and her wedding dress suddenly appeared in her mind. She ignored the temptation of delicious food and made an extremely difficult decision.

She wants to lose weight.

Isn’t it just one size smaller? Give her a few days, and she can lose weight.

Lu Qiming had already cleaned up half of the plate and found that she hadn’t moved yet, so he urged:

“What are you doing in a daze? Eat, I’ll eat if you don’t.”

“You eat.”

She pushes the plate over decisively.

Lu Qiming was surprised.

“You don’t eat? What kind of wind do you smoke?”

“I’m not hungry, go to bed.”

Jiang Miao Miao turned and went upstairs but never came down again.

Lu Qiming was worried, cooked a bowl of noodles for her alone after dinner, brought them upstairs, and knocked on the door.

“Miao Miao, are you hungry? Come out and have some food.”

Jiang Miao Miao’s voice came through the door.

“I will not eat.”

“Try a couple of sips, specially made for you.”

“I’m really not hungry, let’s go.”

Stop tempting her.

Lu Qiming called for a long time but didn’t see her coming out, so he gave up and went downstairs to wash the dishes.

He suspected she was ill, but she came out in good spirits in the afternoon and dragged him to find a suit.

Jiang Miao Miao was on a diet while preparing a dress for Lu Qiming.

When hungry, she can eat a few tomatoes to satisfy her stomach.

On the third day, she went to sea with Lu Qiming especially and vomited bile.

After losing weight, almost like masochism, she felt that she had lost a lot of weight.

Going to try on the wedding dress again. The size is just right.

Jiang Miao Miao stood in front of the mirror and turned around a few times narcissistically.

Lu Qiming pushed the door open and entered just in time to see this scene. He was stunned.

“Didn’t you say…you can’t try it on in advance, otherwise it’s unlucky?”

“Is there? I forgot.”

“…”

Lu Qiming remembered something and asked happily: “Then can I try on my clothes?”

It was done yesterday, and it is hanging in the closet.

Jiang Miao Miao smiled slightly, shook her head, and walked in front of him.

Lu Qiming was puzzled, “Why?”

“Because…” She tiptoed and hooked his neck, “Let’s get married tonight.”

She was so hungry that she wanted to have a big meal.

Lu Qiming had no objection and went downstairs to prepare his feast.

Jiang Miao Miao improved the wedding dress a little more. She sewed a circle of lace around the collar and cuffs, cut off the excess thread, and sewed little stars from the Christmas tree in the restaurant’s warehouse to the skirt.

She found a piece of red cloth and made two corsages. She wrote “groom” and “bride” with a fountain pen on the cloth strips under the corsages.

What else?

Veil? There is no mosquito net here, so it is estimated that there is no play.

Standing on the balcony, Jiang Miao Miao found some wildflowers blooming in the yard next door, ran to pick them, and made a small corolla with wire and floral cloth.

The locals on the island also have a lot of jewelry. She took earrings from this house and necklaces from that house and pieced them together to make a complete set.

When she was busy, Lu Qiming was not idle. He made the dishes that had been prepared, moved a dining table and placed it on the grass by the lake, spread the tablecloth, and brought the dishes and drinks over.

The wedding needs a sense of ceremony. He removed the white door frame of the bar, placed it on the grass, wrapped it with bright red cloth strips, and looked beaming.

Everything in the plan was completed, but Jiang Miao Miao always felt she had forgotten something when she changed her clothes and stood on the grass.

A lump of fluffy thing arched into her skirt. She lifted it up and looked and thought of it.

“My Meimu, why did I forget you.”

It is a very important role!

Jiang Miao Miao removed the corolla from her head and put it around its neck, which looked like a collar.

At this point, everything was done, and the two of them walked under the red frame.

She looked at him, and he looked at her, both a little embarrassed.

“Cough cough.”

Lu Qiming wore a suit darker than his complexion, cleared his throat, suddenly knelt down on one knee, and took out a small silver ring from his pocket.

Jiang Miao Miao was taken aback, “Where did you get it?”

“There’s a decorative silver wine glass in the bar that I secretly sharpened in the middle of the night.”

“……OK, thanks.”

She held out her finger, ready to put it on.

Lu Qiming insisted on going the whole way.

“Miss Jiang Miao Miao, are you willing to marry me, an old man who is almost fifty years old? I may eat more than you and die earlier than you. Are you willing to never leave me?”

Jiang Miao Miao grinned.

“I am willing, and I am willing to live in your house and spend your money after you leave.”

He blinked.

“But I have no house or money, and the only thing I have is you.”

“Really? That’s an unparalleled baby.”

He chuckled and put the ring on her.

Dark skin, bright ring, unique.

Lu Qiming stood up. Jiang Miao Miao tugged at the hem of her skirt, “I didn’t secretly polish the ring in the middle of the night, so I can’t exchange it with you.”

“It’s okay, you owe it to me. Use pawns as horses to repay me.”

Jiang Miao Miao pinched him.

“Who is the cow and who is the horse?”

He hurriedly apologized, “I am a cow and I am a horse.”

“What about me?”

Jiang Miao Miao raised her head, and Lu Qiming squeezed her chin and kissed her.

“You are my unparalleled baby.”

On an isolated island, a wedding was held quietly.

Groom: Lu Qiming.

Bride: Jiang Miao Miao.

Witness: Jiang Meimu.

The man’s family: Jiang Meimu.

The woman’s family: Jiang Meimu.

Best man and bridesmaid: Jiang Meimu.

Guest: Jiang Meimu.