Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 73

Meng Xiaowan wrapped her hair with green rags, raised her bare hands lightly, and gently swiped the spatula in the stainless steel pot, with a very calm demeanor.

Under the stove, Egret was stuffing firewood with an excited face, his face was black and Zhang Fei didn't care about it.

Meng Xiaowan's eyes were on the pot, but her heart was outside the yard.

She and Zhang Zhe returned to Taowan for four or five days, and their relationship heated up quickly.Today, Huo Bingcheng came to visit with Yu Xin, and he was walking with Zhang Zhe on the banks of the willows.Meng Xiaowan cooks in person, but all she sees in her eyes is the shadow of Zhang Zhe shaking his head in the distance outside the window from time to time.

"This Huo Yanei, I'm afraid he's here for Mr. Lafu to go to some literary society again." Meng Xiaowan said to herself lightly, and lightly put down the spatula.Lady Qin held back her smile and immediately stepped forward, and dumped the half-baked black matter in the pot into the gray basin on the side for her.

Meng Xiaowan gritted her teeth and lightly rubbed the egret with her knee: "What are you doing with such a big fire, and ruined my good food again."

Seeing that the egret had turned into a black heron, Meng Xiaowan couldn't help but bend her eyes, she covered her mouth with her sleeve and walked out of the kitchen, her shoulders trembling.

Mother Chen took a wet handkerchief outside the door, went up to wipe her face, and carefully took the green rag handkerchief that wrapped her hair, for fear that her hair would get oily smoke.

"Why do you want to cook by yourself today? It's not worth it if you get your hair dirty. Then you've only used some health supplements for a few days, so if you're careful, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

In the kitchen, Mrs. Qin smiled and brought out the marinated vegetables and hot dishes that Zhang Zhe had brought from somewhere, and put them in the pot to heat them up. These were the "masterpieces of the day" by the lady in charge of the Zhang family.

Meng Xiaowan didn't answer Mother Chen's words, and looked at the shore from a distance.Huo Bingcheng was walking in front with her husband, talking eloquently, while Yu Xin led Huo Bingcheng's book boy and her maid seven or eight meters behind and followed behind.

She "stayed" in the kitchen for a while, but she also felt uncomfortable.If Huo Bingcheng hadn't posted a post one day in advance to make an appointment for a visit, she, the head of the house, would not have pretended to go to the kitchen for a while.

"Mom, prepare the water. I'll go wash it." Meng Xiaowan loved to take a bath these days, so she rolled up her sleeves and went to the main room without asking Bailu for help.

Back in the main room, Meng Xiaowan's eyes were shaken.

It was a full-length mirror that was half the height of a person, reflecting the sunlight that entered the room visibly.

She came to the mirror and took a closer look at her hair. She always felt that there was something in her hair, and her pouty mouth came behind the screen. There was a small bathtub, and the water in the bucket was lukewarm.

On the side of the bathtub, there is a milky white jade bottle with a thin mouth and gold pattern.The translucent bottle was filled with a liquid as white as milk.The golden characters on the bottle are elegantly written, "The Beauty of X Flowers".

On Liu'an, Huo Bingcheng was persuading Zhang Zhe.

"Believe it, Mo always shakes his head. Although my virtuous brother has some discord with the Song family, this opportunity is really rare. In the past four or five days, the Song family has organized three literary meetings in the county. Each event costs a lot of money. No less than three or four hundred taels of silver, which is more than 400 guan. The leader of the Wenhui must be a gift of ten taels of gold. If you believe in it before going, you can count it as a sigh of relief if you collect it all?"

Zhang Zhe shook his head with a smile: "I still don't have a good opinion of the Song family's affairs. I really don't want to join in this excitement."

Huo Bingcheng wondered: "Ling Yue has already gone to Xijiang, and Song Yucheng also went to Jiangling the day before yesterday. How can this matter be regarded as bad? Now the Song family's move is to ease the relationship with the neighbors, and to support him in return Scholars of the family, these three things are invitations. Why are you so scrupulous about Xinzhi?"

"I don't know why, the more the Song family doesn't care about throwing money away, the more uncertain I am in my heart." Zhang Zhe only did some calculations and knew that the Song family spent a lot of money on the invitation this time. More than four 5000 taels of silver.And how much can they get from the summer grain?I'm afraid more than half of it has already been vomited out in advance.

The Song family is so stupid?Naturally not, and then think of the Wuling Shipping Department that the Song family has controlled for two generations, which is the yamen that controls nearly [-]% of the foreign trade transactions between Yunmeng South Road and Southern Wu.

The Song family's private grain boats went upstream in previous years, and when they came back, they might bring more things.I don't know how many private goods from Lanke and Shangyin counties have been transformed into things from Zheng and Wu counties and flowed into the Shipping Department of Wuling City.

And this kind of thing, only the Song family's city ship secretary can't handle it.

So Zhang Zhe saw that the more wealthy the Song family became, the colder his back became. The settlement of such a big case was right in front of him, and he really didn't have the courage to step up.

"Brother Jiyuan, it's better not to go to the Wenhui these days."

Although Huo Bingcheng believed in Zhang Zhe, he also showed embarrassment.

"My dear brother, I don't know, but the Song family borrowed Lin Tongpan's name for the literary meeting in the future, and the young lady of the Lin family came forward to convene it. I heard that the Su family will also be there, and they will also invite Miss Yuyao and Miss Xu. Everyone thinks you will come. Fu Niang asked me to ask you, whether you will come or not is up to you. She also said that if it is difficult for others, her literary skills will be less than seven points."

"I have to go," Huo Bingcheng sighed, and said quietly, "My dear brother, I don't know how much effort the Song family has put in to get you away? In this literary meeting, the gift of Wen Kui is the one in the west of the county. A quiet small courtyard on the street. I heard people say that it can’t be less than three hundred guan! The second son of the Song Dynasty also privately spread that this courtyard can be cashed even if you don’t want it. Believe it, this opportunity..."

Hearing this equivalent price, Zhang Zhe couldn't help his heart fluttering.

If he hadn't planned for the money and goods, he might have taken the risk.

"Brother Jiyuan, I never believe in the blessings of flying. It is said that the more fragrant the bait, the bigger the fisherman's desire. Three hundred strings! Such a big penny, for the sake of a mere district or county? If there is no other purpose, brother can letter?"

Unexpectedly, Huo Bingcheng nodded: "Brother, I really believe it."

He winked at Zhang Zhe: "Probably because the second son of the Song Dynasty has secretly sent a message to me, but I hope that one of the letters will make his Song family famous. Three hundred pens will be sent at any time, but the article must be the same as the "Ma Shuo" File is not allowed."

Zhang Zhe fell silent.It's not because he was tempted, but because he found out from the various actions of the Song family that the Song family seemed to be on alert!All kinds of literary clubs are trying to attract people to invite names, and the meaning of self-protection is faintly visible.

The two argued for a long time, and Huo Bingcheng only got a finale poem for Lin Funiang from Zhang Zhe, which was a backup in case the essay meeting was not successful.However, judging from the Song family's preparations this time, it is very difficult for this essay to fail, so it is very likely that this poem will not be used by Lin Funiang, and it is even more likely that it will be kept by her privately.

At the family banquet in the afternoon, Huo Bingcheng and Huo Bingcheng were amazed by the "craftsmanship" of Mrs. Zhang's family.When this fellow left half drunk, he kept scolding Meng Chuansheng for deceiving his friends, that the Meng family has such a "superior skill" and has been hiding it from him!
"Three hundred strings are a lot, but how can it compare to the treasures in your husband's room?" Meng Xiaowan followed Zhang Zhe to see the guests back, held hands where no one was there, and walked shoulder to shoulder behind the bay island.

Zhang Zhe still held Meng Xiaowan's hand and followed him around.

The two talked about the "huge sum" of the Song family, but she thought of those books with fresh ink that Zhang Zhe had brought back from nowhere these days.

"There are a thousand copies of "Journey to the West: The Legend of Shi E", and the pictures on the paper are all excellent. Those friends of my husband are really powerful! I just don't know if the author Wu is also my friend who has forgotten the years, and it is another grave. Old age?"

Zhang Zhe looked at her and sighed softly: "This world is strange, and no one believes the truth."

[When I got home, I found that the system was broken. I have pity on my seven or eight chapters of manuscripts. I just went to the Internet cafe to type. Today is just this chapter, and tomorrow three chapters will be added, Jishou~! ! 】

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