A piece of paper

Chapter 99
With the escort of Chen Jianfang, Chen Zuoniang's marriage went very smoothly - another 400 taels of silver was allocated by Xuancheng, plus the original 400 taels of silver in the clan, there was also a whopping 800 taels.

According to Zhang’s mother’s field visit and investigation, the seventh uncle and his son were very satisfied with Zuo Niang’s dowry. They not only wrote a special letter to thank Mrs. Qu’s [-] generations of ancestors, but also showed off everywhere.

Zhang's mother made a concluding speech, ".I suggest that the seventh uncle write a sign saying "My girl has 1000 taels for dowry", and hang it around her neck wherever she goes."

Xian Jin was speechless for a while.

The arrogance of the seventh uncle naturally aroused the violent dissatisfaction of other married girls in the Chen family. Even the side branches with a meter of three thousand miles went to Mrs. Qu in Xuancheng Mansion to complain about injustice. For dowry, if you marry a girl from Juren's family, the store in the county government will give you another 200 taels of silver as a bride price."

This is very clear, and by the way, it determines the marriage orientation of the children of the Chen family.

The ultimate orientation is to marry a scholar, and the basic orientation is to marry a well-matched family.

Basically put an end to the class dislocation in the marriage of the children of the Chen family.

Xian Jin thought about it, and looked at Chen Jianfang, who was sitting across from her and eating quietly with downcast eyes—his future wife must also come from a family with property and his parents were officials, right?

Moreover, Chen Jianfang's appearance and strength of character are indeed worthy of the words of a modest gentleman and a graceful advance and retreat.

Xian Jin lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk, frowned, the soy milk was not good today, Mama Zhang put some peanuts in it, it tasted a bit harsh.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jianfang asked softly.

Xian Jin shook his head, and smiled after a while, "Soymilk is not good."

Chen Jianfang was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, took a sip, and frowned slightly suspiciously.

It's delicious.

It is neither sweet nor light. It has the fragrance of grains, the fat of beans, and even peanuts, walnuts, and sesame. The unique aroma after smashing is mixed together, which is very full and satisfying.

It is in line with Mama Zhang's usual craftsmanship.

But Xianjin said it was not tasty.
Chen Jianfang hesitated, "Why don't you eat two more flower rolls? Sweet and salty together, it's more satisfying."

Chen Jianfang persuaded him very solemnly, with a serious expression like a big brother who puts on the film under the bridge.

Xian Jin picked up the steamed roll and took a bite, then saw that Chen Jian was staring at her with burning eyes, quietly waiting for her comment on "Fried Roll with Soybean Milk".

Like. Like a docile and pitiful golden retriever.

Xian Jin felt better, and nodded with a smile, "It tastes better."

Chen Jianfang also laughed.

Sitting on the diagonal, Chen Fu finished a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, and stretched his claws to the nearby bean paste buns. When he looked up, he saw two young people looking at each other and smiling. One was warm and moist, the other was cheerful and cheerful.

Chen Fu was not happy, and suddenly lost the mood to eat bean paste buns. After Chen Jianfang went to school, he buried his head and whispered behind Xian Jin's back, "He didn't give out a single coin, and we gave out silver and paper. Instead, others praised him for his responsibility just like his father. He took the most money and did the least thing, and he was praised by the big guys."

Chen Fu snorted coldly, "He is gentle and gentle to you, just to coax you to pay for him! Tsk tsk tsk, you still laugh at him, and you still have the heart to laugh at him when you build a ladder for him!"

When Xian Jin turned his head, he seemed to see the old lady at the entrance of the village sitting on the long bench and gossiping.

Xian Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stuffed the puff pastry melon seeds into Chen Fu's hand.

Dad, let's make it!

Even eating can't block your mouth!
At the end of August and the beginning of September, when the flood season comes, Wuxi in Jing County is also galloping along with the crowd. There are several major events in Jing County these days. One is the long-awaited marriage of the seventh uncle of the Chen family. Merchants are getting married.

The second one is about Cui Heng, the county magistrate. It is said that Cui Heng has gotten very close to Xiong Zhifu of Xuancheng Prefecture in recent days, and even went to Xiaodaoxiang to eat plum wine several times together.

Focusing on a homophonic stalk, Xiaodaoxiang's plum wine was an instant hit.

The third one is related to Xianjin.

The "sub-brand" of Chen Ji on Shuixi Street opened.

Ten days in advance, Xian Jin covered all the signboards and courtyards of Chen Ji on Shuixi Street with oil-soaked cloth, and he couldn't see anything except a black oil cloth.

On the ninth day before the opening, early in the morning, someone with sharp eyes saw several large characters written in white ink mixed with silver powder and gold leaf on the oilcloth—"Guess, what store am I?"

Someone laughed and said, "What kind of store could it be? Opened by the Chen family, what else could it be? Paper line!"

No one takes it seriously.

On the eighth day before the opening of the store, the content on the oilcloth was changed - "Guess right, you get two taels of silver!"

A red-painted ballot box was placed under the tarpaulin, and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed next to the box, and a sign was erected next to it, "One person has one chance, more votes are invalid."

Someone actually wrote a note, stuffed it into the ballot box, raised his eyebrows and joked with others, "I got two taels of silver!"

Five days before the opening of the store, it was early in the morning, and passers-by, especially those who could read and write, would involuntarily slow down when they passed by the door of the store, and when they took a closer look, the words on the tarpaulin had changed again—"I, welcome the most beautiful you."

Four days before the opening of the store, the handwriting on the oilcloth was replaced with a countdown "四——"

Three days before the opening of the store, "Three——"

Two days before the opening of the store, "Two——"

The day before the opening of the store, "One——"

On the day the store opened, there were crowds of people at the door of the store.

Chen Fu was wearing a bright red silk singlet with a ligature pattern, his hair was neatly combed, and he was standing in front of the oilcloth with his hands behind his back and his face flushed.

Behind him is Xian Jin who looks calm but upright.

"Go ahead." Xian Jin said softly.

Chen Fu looked at the inner three floors and the outer three floors, and the people followed the crowd, feeling a little thirsty for some reason.

Amidst the thunderous sound of gongs, drums and suona, Chen Fu grabbed the tarpaulin with both hands, and pulled the tarpaulin down violently!

The two words on the plaque at the door finally became clear!

——"Look?"

"See?"

"Look!"

What do you mean?
The name of this shop is "Look", what does it mean?
People follow the crowd, looking at each other, not knowing why.

　The second update... probably at noon...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)