Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 163
The small pile of bright yellow jade ore belonging to the Gu family fell into Zhang Zhe's hands for half a month, and he finally sawed a piece with a saw a few days ago.

This is a piece of ore with a duck egg yolk section and the size of a volleyball. According to the information found on the Internet, it should be worth a lot. [Because of the needs of the plot, don't pay too much attention to the real wealth]

He sold the ore to a jade shop and changed a house.

The Kacasto Press’s store on Pinxixi has been closed four times. There is no way that the old mimeograph printing quality is too bad. Although it only costs a few dollars to print a book, there are not many good reviews. is a complaint.

Recently, the Cacasto Press received the largest private printing order in history.

Six yuan a copy, and the total number of private printings has reached [-]!

For the first time, the Cacasto Press, who thought it was thick-skinned enough, felt a sense of shame: the customer disliked their quality for being too good.

If they hadn't repeatedly confirmed that the customer didn't want to earn them three times the compensation, they would have thought that the other party was talking ironically.The worst ink, the oldest machine, and the cheapest paper, the printed things are like antiques from the 60s and [-]s.

Fifty thousand books, delivered by Xunfeng Express, are now stored in the garage of the new house.

Zhang Zhe can only stay in modern times for one hour a day, and it took him half a month to finish all these tasks.

As the weather got colder, Zhang Zhe also fell in love with staying in bed.

On this day, he fell asleep until the last hour of the morning before getting up, drinking a bowl of porridge, and went to the hall to find his wife.

A thick cloth curtain was drawn at the entrance of the hall, and a copper furnace with animal heads was filled with red charcoal fire.

Today Meng Xiaowan wore a royal blue brocade jacket and skirt, a white velvet-edged fox fur waistcoat, and because of the cold weather, she also wore a one-inch-wide green velvet and white-trimmed beaded forehead protector. Account, while turning over a small copper kettle for hand warming.

"What is the lady up to?"

Meng Xiaowan looked up at him, then lowered her head and ignored him.

His mouth is telling the egret.

"Go and get a bowl of hot noodle soup from the stove for Mr. Lang."

Zhang Zhe sat in the chair next to Meng Xiaowan and looked around.A group of maids and women who were waiting to answer Meng Xiaowan immediately lowered their heads.

"The Gu family is just a Zhuangzi, and Tian Lin is in charge. Where did so many people come to answer?"

With a cold face, Meng Xiaowan picked up a pen and ticked off the account.

"When I came here a few days ago, there wasn't much left at home. Even the carbon that was burned in the old lady's room for the first time was still dusty peat. Now that the snow has fallen ahead of schedule, the charcoal and firewood everywhere are in a hurry Buying, the silver charcoal in the old lady's room, the pine charcoal used in the girls' room, the white charcoal used in your study, and even the charcoal used in the kitchen, all of which have to be bought from scratch; the old lady has a soft stomach, she The small kitchen needs to be separated from the large kitchen; the winter clothes of the old ladies and girls are already late, and today they have to be measured, and most of the clothes they wear are from tailor shops, but few of them are visible to others; you A few days ago, I said that you love my sisters, but now their heads, ears, and wrists are all empty. You have to buy a set of head jewelry, right? Husband is so leisurely, why don’t you go out and find a pavilion, and you also know each other? Let’s take a look at the local handsome talents and oiran ladies.”

The last few sour words were automatically filtered by Zhang Zhe's ears.

Since Meng Xiaowan lost her temper that day, she has ignored him for seven or eight days.

It was only later that he realized that it was the old lady who asked Xiao Wan several times when she would be pregnant, and even wanted to introduce an old doctor to Zhang Zhe.

Bisheng Zhang Zhe thought about waiting for Xiaowan to turn [-], and then he pissed off his daughter-in-law.

Zhang Zhe ate the noodles and lingered for a while, Meng Xiaowan was so angry that she picked up the brush and wanted to draw circles for him, Zhang Zhe then ran away with a smile, he still has important things to do today.

The Four Seasons Baihua Pavilion, sitting on more than ten acres of land in the south of the city, is a group of garden buildings in the south of the Yangtze River. It is a famous gold-selling cave in Jiangling City.

The white snow can't hold back the red dust in the world, the bright lights and green brocade, the fragrance of powder and sweet words, it's really a scene of bliss in the world.

Zhang Zhe came here with the little book boy.

When he got off the sedan chair, a boy from the Four Seasons Hundred Flowers Pavilion had already come up to greet him, saw his sign, and led him straight into the depths of the Four Seasons Hundred Flowers Pavilion.Before Meng Xiaowan said that Zhang Zhe was going to meet some kind of talented person and lady, it was because she knew that he would come to the Four Seasons Hundred Flowers Pavilion today.

The largest winter solstice poetry gathering in the entire Jiangling City will be held today at the Four Seasons Hundred Flowers Pavilion, where all talented scholars and beauties, big and small, will gather together.

The Winter Solstice Poetry Club is not open to the public, only talented young scholars and talented women are invited to participate.Of course, there is also a peripheral ticket, commonly known as "parent ticket".

Many people who want to choose marriage partners for their children among these scholars and talented women will often seek an opportunity to observe these young men and women on the spot.

Zhang Zhe is 19 years old this year. He was worrying about the marriage of his 15-year-old cousin, so he got a "parent ticket" from the Lu family who owed him money.He wanted to find a good husband for Gu Shuyi from among these people, ahem, the kind who was willing to marry.

Although in this age, it is actually Meng Xiaowan's responsibility to show Gu Shuyi a look.It's a pity that Zhang Zhe didn't appreciate his wife's eyes too much.

A conspiratorial and ruthless Li Yulou, a self pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, Meng Xiaowan's vision of men is really unreliable.

There are twelve three-story buildings in the Four Seasons Baihua Pavilion, and three of them are integrated into one, which is the largest Shihua Building.

Stepping into the third floor, there is steaming steam between the red jade carved pavilion and the green curtain and yellow yarn. Zhang Zhe searched around and found that copper pipes as thick as teacups were running through the extremely wide indoor beams, probably because of boiling hot water. The stream flows from the middle, bringing the temperature of the entire hall into the turn of spring and summer.

Zhang Zhe and Xiao Zhaoping were taken behind a separate bamboo screen. Through the many gaps in the bamboo screen, the people and things in the whole hall can be seen at a glance.

The servants in the building were all dressed in spring clothes, and brought lunch and drinks to Zhang Zhe.

He had only eaten halfway, when he heard the noise downstairs, a large number of young men and women came up the east and west stairs to the hall on the third floor in two ways, and the atmosphere of youth filled the whole space for a while.

The participants in the poetry club were divided into three areas, namely scholars, ladies and courtesans.Among them, the most numerous is the scholar area, which occupies half of the third floor. The least is the courtesan area, where there are only four or five tables, and seven or eight beauties are seated. Sitting there are ladies wearing veils.

The Winter Solstice Poetry Fair has always been one of the largest "blind date meetings" in Jiangling.

A middle-aged man was sitting behind the screen on Zhang Zhe's left. Seeing that Zhang Zhe was still looking at the scholars at a young age, he couldn't help but talk to him.

"Xiao Langjun, who is here to see?"

Zhang Zhe pretended to be old-fashioned and sighed.

"There is no one in my cousin's house, only my elder brother, who is only fifteen years old, so let's take a look at what talents there are, just take a look, haha, just take a look."

The middle-aged man also smiled: "Yes, just take a look, everyone just looks at it at will. The little girl is sixteen this year, and her vision is very high, it's really embarrassing, so, a certain family can only come to look at it casually. "

The middle-aged man's surname is Cheng, and it's not easy to talk to each other, but Zhang Zhe and Zhang Zhe have a good appetite, and they seem to hate seeing each other later.After talking in detail, Zhang Zhe found out about many famous scholars from Lao Cheng.

"Old Cheng, do you know which scholar's family is poor and willing to come and marry him?"

Zhang Zhe's words made Lao Cheng confused.

Those who can participate in this kind of poetry meeting, no matter how poor the family is, who will be the son-in-law?

"I really haven't heard of this kind of people," Lao Cheng shook his head perfunctorily, and just turned his head away, then turned his head back and told Zhang Zhe, "Zhang Xiaoyou, if you really ask about this kind of people, their character is not bad. If you don’t need it, don’t forget to inform brother.”

The son-in-law, for the old father-in-law and the old uncle, that is true love.

(End of this chapter)