The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 306
When boys are used to wearing girls' clothes when they are young, they will think that they are girls without knowing it, and they will become sissies when they grow up.There was one in the next town, who was the same age as Xiuhe, but that person's father sent him to study drama later, which came in handy.Xiuhe couldn't bear to let her child take Ziqing's path again.The needle and thread went back and forth, and after a short while of embroidery, I became sleepy, and I didn't know when I got through another night.

After Duo Gan left, Lao Guan Fu's personality recovered and he became bright and cheerful again. At the end of February, he quit the Qinghong wine shop and rented a new small yard at the end of the bridge.It's so close, I want to come over to take a look from time to time, I can't wait to be a grandpa, I'm so happy.Aunt Hong found out and blamed his mother-in-law, and then she pretended to carry a chicken for a while, and a small cake for a while, and gave it to the stubborn girl to help with the excuse that she couldn't finish it.

Xiuhe doesn't expose her dad either, and she continues happily every time.Every three or four days, I asked Uncle Liu to drive the carriage to the entrance of the alley, and accompanied my father to the bridge to grab some medicine, and my life was not boring.

The doctor was recommended by Duogan.Father's coughing disease kept coming and going, so Duo Gan came forward and invited the old doctor Zeng who was retiring in the village.Perhaps because of Prince Duan's face, old doctor Zeng was very careful in treating Father.It's a pity that Dad never remembers to stew the medicine. The cough gets better when he takes the medicine.

The small town in the south of the Yangtze River in April is full of green grass and flowers, colorful, and the scenery is so sultry.At noon, the sun shone brightly on the bluestone in the middle of the street. Xiuhe accompanied her father to see her doctor before she was about to ask A Tan to help her into the carriage. live.

"I'm back, I'm back, everyone, take a look!"

"God, listen to what that sound is!"

"Crack creak——" the short Nanyang porter walked from one end of the street to the other with bare feet, trousers rolled up to the calf, and a long pole on his black and thick shoulders.The basket was so heavy that it crushed the porter's shoulder pole into an arc. Mrs. Mei set out from Chunxi Town with special products from the south of the Yangtze River every May, and brought back a basket full of gold in the Qingming Festival next year.The voice was so greedy that the people of Chunxi Town had been listening to it for decades since old Mrs. Mei was young, and they couldn't get enough of it.

She didn't come back during the Chinese New Year, Qingming thought she would never come back, but suddenly appeared at the end of April—the Mei family was going to be brought back to life.

But the one who started it was not the old man stroking his gray goatee, and the elegant and noble Mr. Mei did not appear either.

The first one was a tall horse, and the man on that horse was only in his early twenties, dressed in jade white silk clothes, with black hair hanging down his straight back.If you are bold enough to run to the front of the horse and look at it, you will be able to see his calm and elegant face. His brows are clear and his eyes are cold, his eyes are high and his nose is high, but the aura around him is so pervasive that you dare not raise your head to meet his gaze. .

Behind her was a small sedan chair with carved lacquer, and a woman's head and face protruded from the curtain of the car. Because she had applied a thick layer of powder, her lips were also very red, so she couldn't tell her age clearly, she seemed to be in her teens or in her twenties Bar.Nanyang women are dark and wear thick makeup, and they can only see their true appearance after washing their faces.

The onlookers poked and pointed: "Look, look, the old man and his son don't come back, but Mrs. Nanyang brought a little man back."

"No, no, where is she? Last year's aunt had a plump figure, but this one is not." Passers-by squinted their eyes carefully, then shook their heads in denial.

"Tsk, this isn't Wanchun! That girl has been gone for almost a year, and she is about to become like a Nanyang lady!" A neighbor who knew Wanchun's 60-year-old grandmother squeezed over and solved the puzzle with one sentence.

(End of this chapter)