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The Village God's daughter in Xuchang Village in Hedian was very beautiful.She was only 16 years old when the sandalwood threshold in front of the village temple was trampled down and replaced 32 times.The Village Gods of Hetian，Midian and Qiaodian，and the Village God of Dali，all drove the caravan to propose a marriage，carrying gold on the left and silver on the right.But none of them moved the girl.As the saying goes，a family with a girl will attract one hundred families to propose a marriage，but ninety-nine families will return back with disappointment.The kind and honest Village God of Xuchang Village was really hard to make a decision.
The 8th of February in the lunar calendar was the birthday of the Village God of Xueshan.The Village God of Xuchang Village returned from the birthday celebration at Xueshan Temple and said to his daughter in a drunk state，“My girl，your marriage...”
The daughter blushed and said，“Dad，why do you mention it？I am still too young！”
The Village God said，“Are you still young？When your mother was at your age，she was about to give birth！”
“But，there is always no...”
“Alas，if you are too picky，in the end you maybe marry a lame one or a blind one.Isn't the son of the dragon king's family in Wenshui Village pretty good？”
“I don't know whether he is good or bad.I haven't even met him...”
“I met him today when his father led him to the birthday gathering.At the banquet，I have already promised you to him！”
Hearing this，the daughter became anxious.“If I will marry a man in the future，I hope I can choose the man I love，”she said aloud.
The Village God slapped the desk angrily，“The children's marriage has been arranged by the parents since ancient times！”
The daughter turned her head to one side and said，“Whoever you chose，I will not like him！”
The Village God stared with his eyes open and his mouth open.He was so angry that he had nothing to say but gasped for breath.At this moment，the mother came back and saw the father and the daughter turn their heads away like the twisting horns.She pulled the sleeve of the Village God and asked，“What are you quarrelling about？”
The Village God replied without looking back，“Ask your precious daughter！”
The mother looked back at her daughter，who cried and threw herself into her mother's arms.The mother lovingly stroked her daughter's head and asked softly，“Honey，why did your father scold you？”
The daughter still cried without saying a word.
The Village God stamped his feet，shaking his hair and beard.Pointing to his daughter，he angrily asked，“Now let me ask you，the dragon king in Wenshui Village has land and farmland，and there is such a thick stream of hot water flowing from the mountain belly.Does his house not compare with mine？His son is a little weird，but he can read and write essays and fortune-tell.In which aspect doesn't he match you？”
The daughter was still crying and pretended not to hear it.Her mother said to her husband，“When it comes to the thing，you don't need to worry much about it.Our daughter is already like a tender cabbage in March—she has a sweetheart already.”It turned out that the daughter met a guy and fell in love with him long ago.