Marriage of the Di Daughter

It has been more than ten days in a row.

Jiang Li quickly adapted to the hard life on the mountain. Although there were daily work to do, the food was not enough, the place to sleep was damp, and he was often bullied. Jiang Li quickly adapted.

Perhaps it was during this time that she was too quiet and obedient, and the sorcerer’s Jing’an was too old to look at her once.

Jing Anshi is a young woman in her twenties. I heard that she was the wife of a big family. After her husband died, she was cut into the mountains.

A few days ago, because of the marriage of Ning Yuan Hou Shizi, Jiang Li was clamoring to return to Yanjing, and he almost moved to Jing’an.

Jing’an teacher came over and glanced at Jiang Li’s eyes. He said that he was polite and left, and he did not send anything.

Tonger forked his waist and spit at the back of Jing’an’s departure, saying: “Hey, Tuen Mun old woman!”

Jiang Li is a little laughing, she said: "She is much younger than the old woman."

In fact, Jing’an is too young to be in his twenties. Although wearing a gray smock coat, he can’t conceal her sturdy figure. The appearance is even more beautiful, that is, the attitude towards their master and servant is condescending. It’s cold, but they are like servants.

"What's the use of youth." Tonger snorted. "I have been a nun here. Isn't it only a lifetime of ancient Buddha? Can you eat meat and wear a flower coat?"

"I don't know if I can eat meat or not, but I definitely eat better than you and me. If you don't wear a flower coat, her coat is definitely thicker than you and me." Jiang Lidao.

"Damn!" Tonger was angry.

“Not only that,” Jiang Li continued to explain to her. “Although she did not wear jewelry, she used the powder of Yanjingcheng Xingchunfang, the silver box of the red sleeves, and the sweet-scented osmanthus oil of Xiangxiuzhai.”

Tonger opened his mouth and said, "This is too... it's too fancy! No," she reacted again, her eyes staring at the **** pear. "How did the girl know?"

Ginger pear pointed to the nose: "Smell."

"The slave knows that the girl smells it. The slave wants to ask, how does the girl know that it is the powder of Apricot Square, the silver box of the red sleeve, the sweet-scented osmanthus oil of Xiang Xiuzhai?"

Jiang Li thought, she naturally knows. When she first married Shen Yurong to Yanjing, the Shen family disliked her as a girl from the small county of Tongxiang. Several mothers of Shen Yurong looked down on her. She was afraid of losing her face to Shen Yurong, and she worked hard to learn the popular jewellery of Miss Yanjing, and corrected the local accent a little.

She has been learning things very quickly. Xue Huaiyuan once said that if she is a daughter, she would not be able to join Xue Xing and earn a good name for Xue.

These fat powder balsamic osmanthus oil, Miss Jiang two who did not go down in the past seven years will not know, but she can accurately distinguish it.

Jiang Lidao: "I can smell it."

When Tonger thought about it, it was a logical reason to come up with a reason: "The girl must know that these things were used by the girl when they were in the Jiang family. They have unfamiliar truths," said the saying. It’s sad, “Speaking, it’s been a long time for the girl to leave the Jiang family...”

"Tong, do you want to go back to Yanjing?" Jiang Li interrupted her words.

Tonger's eyes widened and immediately shook his head and firmly said: "I don't want to! Tonger only wants to follow the girl, where does the girl go where Tonger goes!"

Jiang Li smiled: "No problem, we will be able to go back soon."

What Tonger still wants to say, suddenly heard a loud scream from the outside, is a man's voice with a smile, seems to be a little tune, Tonger listened to his ears, slammed and laughed Also jumped: "Girl, Zhang Wenlang is coming! Zhang Konglang has sent something this year!"

Jiang Li followed the window and smiled. "Then all the copper coins are found out, let's buy the cakes."

"All?" Tonger looked back at the strange.

"All."

When Tonger searched all the copper plates from the house, wrapped them in a blue cloth and wrapped them in their arms before they walked outside the temple with Jiang Li.

The mountain here is too high, and the Helin Temple next to it is full of incense. People are not rich and expensive, and generally do not bother to buy things in the hands of the seller. Therefore, the general seller is not willing to do business in this mountain. Zhang Cailang is also because the family lives under the Qingcheng Mountain. It does not come up on weekdays. Every year from May to June, the peach blossoms on the Qingcheng Mountain are in full bloom. Not only are wealthy people, but ordinary people are also willing to come to Qingcheng Mountain to enjoy flowers. There are many people, and the seller will pick up the gadgets that sell the rouge powder on the mountain this day.

Tonger and the lord are familiar with each other, and they have an appointment to buy things here on the first day of May every year. The nunnery is no more lively than the Helin Temple. For Jiang Li and Tong Er, it is the only luxury that can buy some snacks from the sellers every year.

At the entrance of the temple, there was a middle-aged man wearing a hat, wearing short brown linen and linen pants, a white silk belt around his waist, black cloth shoes, and a pair of pick-ups.

Jiang Li looked a little embarrassed.

I haven’t married Shen Yurong to Yanjing. When she was a little girl, Xue Huaiyuan was just transferred to the backcountry of Tongxiang. At that time, there was nothing in Tongxiang. The shops in the whole county could count.

Xue Zhao and her little age live in such an environment. The only fun is to pick up the sellers every month. In the hands of picking the sellers, they can buy novel clay figurines, beautiful ribbons, sweet maltose. There is also a rough brush for practicing words.

Although it is very hard, the days are happy. Later, Tongxiang became better and better under the control of Xue Huaiyuan. Later, Xue Zhao began to prepare for the examination. Later, she married Yanjing, and later... no later.

Ginger pear hangs down his eyes.

Zhang Shanglang and the two of them are also familiar with each other, telling Tonger that she is growing taller, and Tonger is very happy. Turned to ask Jiang Li: "Girl, can you want those cakes?"

Jiang Li was only looking at Zhang Cailang. She smiled at the clerk, and it provoked a slap in the face. Inexplicably, she felt uncomfortable.

Jiang Li took the cloth bag from Tonger’s hand and untied it. It was neatly packed with a string of copper coins. These copper coins are all the insoles of Jiang Li and Tong Er in the past six months. In addition, for the first few years, there are a total of forty strings.

"Zhang Dashu," Jiang Li said with a smile: "These copper coins are all made into a cake, and everything will do."

Tonger’s big eyes: “Girl!”

Although holding all the family, Tong Er can not really think that Jiang Li will spend all these copper coins, the nunnery people will deduct their chai, sometimes leave money to exchange quilts with the children in the mountains. If you buy a snack cake, you can't save it for a long time. If you can't put it for a long time, it will all be broken. How does this make it?

“How?” Jiang Li still smiled. She said: “The young lady of the first assistant’s family, it’s not enough to buy a few copper plates to buy a cake. What a big lady?”

Tonger can't say anything.

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Big pear: no money, no way to be willful [smile]