The old blacksmith knew that education was the only way out. He tightened his belt and sent his young son, Xiao Jin Feng, to school, hoping that one day he would pass the imperial examinations and become a successful official.,Following the bridal party were girls who had been left behind by their villages, so to speak. They were the leftovers, the ones no one else wanted. Their quality was self-evident.,Leading the procession were five county officials and a woman dressed in flamboyant red. Behind them trailed over twenty young women carrying baggage.。