big song poppi

Chapter 278 0275 [First time getting married, not much experience]

Halfway through, he remembered something again and asked Lao Jiu to carry a bucket of hot water, a copper basin and towels for washing, etc., and follow him.

Sure enough, after entering the camp, the four daughters of Zhao Fujin had already gotten up, but they could only stay on the carriage because they could not wash up.

There were only men in the military camp, and in order to avoid suspicion, they did not dare to leave the military tent without permission.

It's really inconvenient to have no one to serve you.

Lao Jiu was very conscious. After putting down the barrel and toiletries, he quickly left and stayed outside the military tent.

Han Zhen said loudly: "I was negligent. When I get to Dingtao, I will hire some maids for you to dispatch."

"Thank you husband."

Zhao Fujin's soft voice came from inside the incense car.

"The hot water and breakfast are here. The army will start in an hour."

After explaining, Han Zhen turned and left.

After he left, the curtain of the incense car was opened.

Jiang Suyi and the three girls first served Zhao Fujin to wash up, and then it was their turn.

They are dowry concubines, and if there are no maids, they should act as maids.

Breakfast is still simple, with a bowl of millet porridge per person, a pancake, and a small plate of pickles.

For Zhao Fujin, the millet porridge was astringent and tasteless, the pickles were too salty and had a strange smell. As for the cooking cakes, it was even more difficult to swallow, dry and hard, far less soft and sweet than the ones in the palace.

But she was not like last night, but forced herself to eat slowly.

She was not unruly by nature, and knew that now that she was married, life in the palace had nothing to do with her.

Moreover, the conversation with Fu Qingyi last night made her vaguely understand something.

Since we want to understand the sufferings of the people, we naturally have to start with their daily meals.

Seeing how hard she was eating, Zhao Luzhu suggested: "Di Ji, there are some pastries in the carriage..."

"Need not."

Zhao Fujin shook his head and asked immediately: "Qingyi, when you are at home, do you also have breakfast like this?"

Fu Qingyi tried hard to swallow the steamed bun in his mouth and replied: "Di Ji is joking, there is no cooking cake to eat on weekdays, just a bowl of gruel."

"Oh."

Zhao Fujin looked at the dry and hard cooking cake in his hand and felt a little unbelievable for a moment.

Ordinary people cannot eat such unpalatable cooking cakes on weekdays.

But my father and the gentlemen from Zishan Hall have always said that the people of the Song Dynasty were rich, well-clothed and well-fed, and their homes were full of food.

Zhao Fujin's simple little mind was filled with confusion.

……

An hour later, the army moved out.

After leaving three thousand soldiers in the military camp to receive the food sent from Jiyin County, Han Zhen led the army to disperse.

In the evening of the same day, we successfully arrived in Dingtao County.

The army was stationed outside the city, and Han Zhen and the four daughters of Zhao Fujin settled in Guanyi in the city.

The so-called Guanyi, in layman's terms, is an official guest house.

These posthouses occupy a large area and are extremely exquisite and luxurious. The Northern Song Dynasty spent a lot of money to build these posthouses.

When the Shaanxi transfer envoy built Fengming Post in Fufeng County, he used 80 civilians and [-] yuan of wood and stone alone.

Su Dongpo described it in "Fengming Yiji": "Regarding the residence of the guests and their ordinary uses, such as government offices, temples, and the houses of wealthy people for generations, those who come from all over the world are as happy as returning to their own homes. Forgot to go. It is a house with 24 couplets and a vastness of 57 paces. The hall is divided into two huts, with two verandas on the wings and heavy walls all around."

The vastness of 57 steps does not mean that Guanyi has such a large area in total, but there are 24 rooms, each of which is 57 steps wide.

In ancient times, one step was about 1.5 meters, which shows how big these rooms were.

It is no exaggeration to say that these Guanyi built in various counties are equivalent to small palaces.

Zhao Song was also very strict in the management of these Guanyi.Officials need to be registered, and if they damage public property, they will be compensated according to the price.In addition, officials are not allowed to occupy the post house for a long time, and the period cannot exceed one month at most. If they stay on, those who exceed the limit will be sentenced to one year of imprisonment.

Moreover, the rooms in Guanyi are not just for those who want to stay, but are divided into different levels. The further inside, the better the environment, and the room layout becomes more luxurious and exquisite.

If you are a minor official below the seventh rank, you can only live on the outermost edge.

"Welcome to the county magistrate!"

After receiving the news, Ye Mu, the custodian, led a group of scribes and waited in front of the post gate early in the morning.

After an official in the city was killed, Han Zhen appointed Ye Mu, the custodian, as the temporary chief registrar.

At this moment, Ye Mu and others' eyes were wild.

They already knew about the peace talks with Zhao Song through Qingzhou Daily.

Although Han Zhen did not proclaim himself emperor in Jianyuan, everyone knows that he is no different from the emperor in Shandong, except for a title.

"Help me hire eight well-behaved, smart, and innocent women as maids."

Han Zhen warned: "Don't take advantage of others by taking advantage of others. Just pay as much as you need. Come to me for reimbursement at that time."

Ye Mu's heart trembled, and he said seriously: "I'm from Xianguan Province."

"Ok!"

Han Zhen nodded slightly and ordered: "Go back, there is no need to stay here."

"Resign in humility."

Hearing this, the scribes bowed and left one after another.

Ye Mu moved very quickly, and soon he brought eight young girls of twelve or thirteen years old with decent appearance.

Looking at the group of girls, Han Zhen asked: "Is there no force?"

"Reporting to the county magistrate, no one is forcing me. They are all women from innocent family backgrounds. This is an employment document."

Ye Mu said, handing over several documents.

Seeing that although these girls had uneasy faces, there was no fear or panic in their eyes, Han Zhen was convinced and took the document and glanced at it.

Ye Mu took the initiative to explain: "Because they were picked in a hurry and they were all clean-blooded women, the price was [-]% higher than the market price."

"It's okay."

Han Zhen waved his hand and told Lao Jiu to pay him the full amount.

Leading the eight maids all the way to the innermost courtyard of the hotel, he said: "My four wives and concubines live in this room. You should be good servants and serve them. If you receive wages and rewards, you will definitely not be short of others."

"The servant knows."

The maids all performed the Wanfu ceremony.

Just at this moment, Jiang Suyi jumped out of the house.

She was either on the boat or in the carriage during this period, which was very frustrating for her.

When she saw Han Zhen, the little girl's expression changed, she immediately put on a well-behaved look, knelt down and made a blessing: "I have met my husband."

Han Zhen ordered: "They are newly hired maids. You bring them in and pick two of them each."

"Thank you husband."

Jiang Suyi showed joy and led the maids into the house.

……

Night falls.

Two big red dragon and phoenix candles emit bright firelight.

After bathing and changing clothes, Zhao Fujin put on the big green wedding dress again.

With a phoenix crown on his head and a Xiapei on his shoulders, he was sitting on the bed in the master bedroom, holding an ivory tapestry fan in his hands.On the fan, gold thread is used to outline a vivid and dexterous picture of luan, phoenix and singing.

When women in the Song Dynasty got married, they did not have a red hijab, but held an acacia fan.

During the wedding process, the woman needs to hold her hands flat and cover her cheeks with a round fan. After the ceremony is completed, the husband takes it away.

This is a slap in the face.

Fu Qingyi and the three girls each held a plate and sprinkled gold, silver, red dates and other colorful fruits on the bed.

This is to spread the tent.

It means many children and good fortune after marriage.

After doing this, the three women stood quietly on one side, waiting for Han Zhen to arrive.

Time passed bit by bit, the dragon and phoenix candle was about to burn to the end, and Zhao Fujin's heart sank little by little.

From the initial shyness and anticipation to the final worry and apprehension.

Bang Bang!

The crisp sound of banging came from outside the courtyard.

Before I knew it, it was already the second watch.

Zhao Fujin bit his lip gently, with a hint of grievance in his tone: "Husband, does he... not like me?"

Jiang Suyi hurriedly said: "No, the Emperor is gentle, virtuous, and beautiful. Who doesn't love her? My husband is probably busy with government affairs and has been delayed."

"Yeah, maybe he'll be here soon."

Even Fu Qingyi, who had a cold temperament, couldn't help but comfort him.

"Perhaps."

There was a hint of bitterness at the corner of Zhao Fujin's mouth.

Yesterday I was in the military camp. The conditions were difficult, so it was understandable that I didn't have a wedding.

But now we are clearly in Guanyi...

"I have seen the master."

At this moment, the maid's greeting came from outside the house.

Jiang Suyi called out softly: "My husband is here."

In an instant, the grievance and anxiety in Zhao Fujin's heart disappeared, replaced by shyness and joy. He quickly raised the acacia fan in his hand, covering most of his face, only revealing a pair of eyes.

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Han Zhen, wearing a bright red brocade robe, stepped into the back room.

Looking around at the crowd, his eyes fell on Zhao Fujin, and he said slightly apologetically: "The officers and soldiers in the army were clamoring for a wedding banquet, so they went to the military camp. Wasn't it a waste of time?"

Upon hearing his explanation, Zhao Fujin's autumn-like eyes suddenly burst into a smile.

"No."

Zhao Fujin shook his head gently.

Jiang Suyi stepped forward and said, "Husband, hurry up and sit down."

Arriving in front of the bed, Han Zhen sat down next to Zhao Fujin. A faint fragrance of orchids suddenly lingered on the tip of his nose.

After sitting blankly for a moment, Han Zhen saw Jiang Suyi and the others staring at him blankly, raised his eyebrows and said: "Bridal chamber flowers and candles, why aren't you leaving?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blush ran down his neck and onto Zhao Fujin's cheeks. Fortunately, he was blocked by the acacia fan.

Jiang Suyi explained: "Husband...husband, the ceremony has not yet been completed."

"Oh."

Han Zhen nodded and joked: "It's my first time getting married, so I don't have much experience. Please forgive me."

puff!

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Luzhu couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Fu Qingyi and Jiang Suyi couldn't help but turned their heads away.

Zhao Fujin held up the acacia fan and saw the phoenix crown and beads on her head shaking.

This joke made the atmosphere in the wedding room lively and finally had a festive flavor.

Han Zhen was not upset and asked: "What are the next steps?"

Jiang Suyi guided: "It's time to give the fan the fan. My husband needs to take away the Emperor Ji's acacia fan with his own hands."

Hearing this, Han Zhen stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the fan and slowly moved it away.

The next moment, Zhao Fujin's beautiful, slightly shy face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Husband, please don't move."

Jiang Suyi said, picked up a pair of small scissors, and cut off a strand of hair on each of Han Zhen and Zhao Fujin's heads.

Twin the two strands of hair together like a braided rope, tie them tightly with a red ribbon, and finally place them in an exquisite wooden box.

This is a wedding ceremony, which means growing old together and never being separated.

In the future, they will live in the same quilt and die in the same hole.

This is the so-called married couple.

The status of a first wife during the Northern Song Dynasty was much higher than imagined.
The reason for this phenomenon, in addition to the strong cultural atmosphere, is directly related to the custom of generous marriage.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, no matter whether the girl was rich or poor, she paid great attention to marrying well.

It is recorded in Wenjian of the Song Dynasty: "During the Tiansheng reign of Renzong, Cao Xiu was an ancient soldier. Because his daughter was not married, his former colleagues raised 30 yuan to pay for his daughter's marriage."

The law stipulates that the dowry brought by a woman is personal property. Whether it is shared with her husband or not depends entirely on the relationship between the two parties. Even if they get married and divorce, they can all be taken away.

As the saying goes, if you have money, you will have confidence.

It is precisely because of the generous and disposable dowry that the wife's status is getting higher and higher.

Although Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty was stingy when he asked Han Zhen for compensation and deliberately pretended to be poor to get money from the people, when he gave Zhao Fujin a dowry, he was not ambiguous at all.

Apart from other things, the car alone is worth more than 30 yuan.

In addition, there are twenty cartloads of gold and silver utensils, jade and jewelry.

After the Hefa ceremony, there is the Henu ceremony, which means handing over a glass of wine.

Fu Qingyi walked forward with the tray in hand, half-kneeling in front of the two of them.

Zhao Fujin picked up a glass of wine and said softly: "Husband, please drink."

"Madam, please drink."

The two of them intertwined their arms and drank Hexin wine.

After drinking a glass of wine, Zhao Fujin didn't know whether it was because of shame or because he was overflowing with alcohol, his pretty face was stained with a layer of red.

Real people are more delicate than flowers.

After the ceremony was completed, Fu Qingyi and the other three girls wisely exited the room and closed the door.

Han Zhen said: "It's late at night, let's take a rest."

"Ah."

Zhao Fujin lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to look into Han Zhen's eyes.

Soon, the room fell into darkness.

Not long after, bursts of kitten-like murmurs sounded faintly.

(End of this chapter)