The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

Chapter 375 Wedding 1

The weather is getting colder day by day, and the capital is getting busier and busier day by day.

In the sixth year of Jingyuan, the 24-year-old Zhao Lan, the youngest son of the Prince of Jin, got married. After the Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of September, the front streets and back alleys of the Prince of Jin were filled with a constant flow of people every day, busy and orderly.

On the ninth day of the countdown to the wedding, in temples of all sizes, as long as someone sends blessings for the wedding of Prince Pingyang after praying, they can receive red envelopes from Prince Pingyang. The red envelopes can be as large as one hundred taels of silver notes or as small as 100 taels of silver. Eighty-eight copper coins, it depends on who is lucky.

Suddenly, the news of the wedding of Pingyang County Prince not only spread throughout the streets, but the temples in the capital and surrounding areas were full of incense and lively, even more lively than the Lantern Festival.

Zhao Lan's high profile made Prince Jin dissatisfied. He specially called his son to the study room, "A Lan, what do you think of our King Jin's palace?"

"The Holy One is a wise king. Of course he is happy for my cousin, who only got married at the age of twenty-four."

"You..." Seeing that his son refused to listen, King Jin felt angry and his heart ached. He couldn't persuade him here, so he changed his approach, "You are so high-profile, how will the young lady of the Su family interact with her sister-in-law and the head of the clan in the future? Ladies get along?"

Women love comparison and jealousy the most. If a younger son does this, he is simply creating enemies for his future daughter-in-law.

Zhao Lan smiled slightly and said, "Father, you worry too much."

"Alan..."

Seeing that his father could not control his anger, Zhao Lan had no choice but to say, "Father, if I do this, I have already expressed my anger with the Holy Master beforehand."

Why would a peaceful and reserved emperor agree to his son acting in such a high-profile manner? He wondered, "How is that possible?"

Zhao Lan said, "If my father doesn't believe it, then there's nothing I can do about it. Anyway, I'm angry with the Holy One."

The king of Jin was suspicious.

Zhao Lan stood up and said, "Father, the wedding day is coming soon. I still have a lot of things to do, so I will take my leave first."

After his son left, King Jin kept looking at his son's back. He was obviously the youngest son and had no expectations for him. He only wanted him to eat, drink and live a happy life. Unexpectedly, among all his sons, the one with the best ability was actually his youngest son.

The October weather hadn't even arrived yet, but it was already so cold that there was thin ice everywhere. Mao Ya came in from outside and was so cold that she rubbed her hands, "Second Lady..."

Su Ruojin and Zhao Lan got married, and everyone kept themselves busy even if they were not busy, except Su Ruojin herself, who was sitting on the couch, warming herself over the charcoal fire, reading a geography book, and eating pears to soothe her throat.

Hearing Mao Ya call her, he looked towards her, "Is it getting colder outside again?"

Mao Ya nodded, "Yeah."

Since September, the weather has been as cold as October in previous years, and now October is like the twelfth lunar month. This reminds her of a certain dynasty in history that encountered the Little Ice Age. Could it be that the Dayin Dynasty also encountered it? ?

He stopped eating the pear and sat up quickly, "Sister Ya, does the little prince still give out red envelopes?"

Mao Yatou nodded, but was confused, "Don't you like that the little prince is so high-profile?"

"Then did he listen?"

Of course not.

Zhao Lan is not a high-profile person, and he listens to her advice very much, but this time he didn't. Why?

"Sister Ya, I want to see the little prince."

"ah?"

The wedding is in six days, so it wouldn't be appropriate to meet again.

"There's something important."

Suddenly, Su Ruojin seemed to understand why Zhao Lan was so high-profile, but this was just her guess. She had to meet him, "Go quickly."

"Yes, Second Lady."

Starting from today, Su Ji's shop also started to be half-sold and half-sold to congratulate the young owner on his wedding, which attracted everyone to line up to grab the free breakfast.

It's obviously going to be cold tomorrow, but the people in line are very enthusiastic. While they wait, they eat the steaming breakfast and chat.

"I heard that there will be three days of fireworks for Prince Zhao's wedding, the kind that will be set off throughout the city."

"Really? Isn't it as lively as the Yuan Festival?"

"Of course it's true." "The capital is really busy this year."

"No, I heard that Prince Zhao delayed his marriage until he was twenty-four in order to wait for Lady Su to grow up. Now he finally got his wish, but everyone in the world knows about it."

"Miss Su is so happy to be married to Prince Zhao."

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The horse-drawn carriage passed by the busy city, and his ears were filled with voices discussing Zhao Lan's marriage. Xie Qingyu's eyes were cold and silent, and his face was gloomy.

Zhao Lin glanced at his wife sitting opposite, as if he hadn't seen her, playing with the hand stove carelessly, half-squinting his eyes, listening to the noise in the market. He had just come out of the palace and passed by the First Embroidery Workshop to pick up his wife back home.

Before they got into the carriage, they were a loving and beautiful couple. When they got into the carriage and lowered the curtain, they were like strangers, driving on their own errands.

Zhao Lin thought to himself, he knew Zhao Lan to some extent. He always kept a low profile in dealing with things, but suddenly his wedding event became public knowledge. Is it really because he likes the young lady named Su?

It’s true that they have come from childhood sweethearts, but after giving out red envelopes for nine consecutive days, I am not afraid of the person above... No matter what I think, I feel that something is wrong...

Suddenly, the carriage stopped abruptly.

The steward shouted, "What's the matter?"

"I have something to report to my master."

After a while, the curtain was opened, and those who wanted to do something came forward quickly, "Go back to the master, Su Ji's cotton products have been shipped to the capital and started to be sold."

Zhao Lan has tried all three of these: cotton-padded clothes, cotton-padded jackets, and quilts. Apart from fox fur, they are the best things to keep out the cold. With the weather like this year, I didn’t expect Zhao Lan and Su Erniang to be the first to get there. No wonder they have to send out red envelopes for nine days. This is making a fortune.

He asked with a calculating face: "What's the selling price?"

"Master, it's just that the price is cheap, so the younger ones are eager to report back. Should we buy them out?"

Cheap?

"How many?"

"A coat to keep out the cold is divided into three grades: thin, medium and thick. The thin one is 88 fen, the medium one is 150 fen, and the thick one is 300 fen."

Eighty-eight? It is said that Zhao Lan's thinnest red envelope is eighty-eight yuan. How could it be such a coincidence?

In the small restaurant diagonally opposite Xiangguo Temple, Zhao Lan and Su Ruojin were sitting at a table by the door. While eating pimple soup, they looked at the people who had received the red envelopes and stopped at the shop nearby. The weather was too cold, so they went to Pingyi Fang to buy some. Shop to buy a coat.

"What a coincidence. I got an eighty-eight red envelope, just enough to buy a coat." The middle-aged man, who felt that it was a bargain without spending any money, put the coat on his body and immediately felt warm: "Hey , It’s amazing, I don’t feel cold anymore when I wear it.”

Those who didn't think Zouzi was strange heard what he said and entered the shop suspiciously, "Give me one too." They looked like I would beat you up if you weren't warm.

The middle-aged man was so frightened by the young gangster that he scolded him, "If you want to buy it, don't buy it." He ran away before the young gangster tried to beat him.

Zhao and Su looked away.

Su Ruojin asked, "The weather is so cold, what has Tian Zuojian predicted?"

His Ah Jin is just smart.

Zhao Lan stretched out his hand to warm the little lady's hands, "Yes."

"The Holy Spirit's original intention was to use this happy event to offset the cold weather?"

She guessed it right again.

"But the really practical thing is the cotton-padded jacket." Zhao Lan looked at the young lady in front of him affectionately, "Ajin, you have made great contributions to Dayin this time."

Su Ruojin quickly stopped, "Brother Jin, please don't say that. It's cold this year, but the cotton in the entire Songjiang Prefecture also helped the entire Dayin Dynasty, and only a small part can enjoy the warmth brought by cotton."

"This is quite good." Zhao Lan said, "Next year, the Holy Father will vigorously promote cotton."

Of course that's good.

Su Ruojin also hopes that everyone will have something to keep out the cold and spend the cold winter warmly.