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The first forty-ninth chapter forged a beam

Zhao Mingsi jumped off the shaft and ran to the steps in two steps, lowering Zhao and the others. He was almost the same as Zhao, "I have seen my aunt, why is my cousin still in this color? It's really not changed at all. I'm older than my cousin.

I’ve given you a holiday gift a little brighter.”

Since Lu Fenghe married into Kyoto, the Zhao family has given Lu Fenghe a festive gift almost every year. Even if the Lu family is lonely, the Zhao family's business is gradually not easy to do, but the Zhao family's festive gift to Lu Fenghe has always been true.

It's really not perfunctory.

"Why did my cousin get so much darker, and his teeth look much whiter." Lu Fenghe was so scared.

Zhao Mingsi smiled unabated and glared at Lu Fenghe, "Brother is not running around outside, so how can I wear such good materials?"

That's right, almost all the materials on Lu Fenghe were given to him by the Zhao family. Zhao Mingsi could tell at a glance whether they were provided by the Zhao family or whether they were given to Lu Fenghe.

Zhao naturally enjoyed seeing his nephew get close to his children, "Okay, where is your grandmother?"

The carriage over there was also stable. Zhao Mingsi's wife lifted the curtain and got off the carriage, "Auntie, cousin, why are you out? You just came out of confinement and can't stand at the wind entrance. So hurry up and avoid it."

As he said that, Mrs. Zhao pulled Lu Fenghe to the doorman.

Zhao Mingsi frowned, "Listen to your cousin's wife."

Only then did Lu Fenghe have time to see the tribute, "My cousin's wife."

"Your cousin is right, why is the color brighter after giving birth to two babies?"

Zhao scolded her nephew, "I didn't care about Hui Niang, I jumped down on my own. You're going to pull Hui Niang."

Mrs. Zhao pulled Zhao, "Auntie, Silang has not seen her aunt and cousin for a while."

Zhao said to Madam Zhao again, "You, give in to Sgrol everywhere, look at him now as a lawless monkey-splashing."

Zhao Dalang and Zhao Mingsi and his wife He Hui are childhood sweethearts. The He family is the largest silk merchant on Jiangnan Fourth Road. Not only do they collect cocoons everywhere and come back to reel silk, but they also have many farms in their own family, many places to grow mulberry trees and raise silkworms.

Since the Zhao family makes silk, they naturally have to maintain a good cooperative relationship with such people.

After two dealings, the two families not only benefited each other in business, but also had more private contacts. By the generation of Mr. Zhao, the children of the two families were already brothers, and the marriages between Zhao Dalang and He Hui were all natural.

thing.

Mrs. Zhao held Lu Fenghe's hand, "Miss He is burdened. Don't worry, your grandfather Uncle He scolded her yesterday."

He Hui deals with tenants from all over the countryside, and is a silkworm-raising girl. He speaks very well and always makes people unable to help but get close to each other and never feels distance.

But she called Huang Wenshan, which shows the right and wrong and closeness here.

"Don't hurt your lover's affection."

He Hui didn't care much, "Friendship depends on whether she is so lucky. If you and her are so kind, she can be so vicious..."

Lu Fenghe and He Hui met very early, but He Hui and Zhao Mingsi got older after getting engaged. As for Huang Wenshan, they were almost inseparable from Lu Fenghe at that time. Sometimes Lu Fenghe would take him to the Zhao family in Suzhou.

Huang Wenshan went with her, so she naturally met He Hui before marriage.

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"You, you've been like this since you were a child. After being wronged, you just pursed your mouth. When someone asked, you turned around and looked in the quilt again." Zhao Mingsi turned around and said Lu Fenghe.

Lu Fenghe was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, "I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Zhao Mingsi said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you don't."

Lu Fenghe really wants to hit someone this time.

The people in the carriage behind came down one after another.

"Dalang, how old are you, you always mess with He Niang." Mrs. Zhao got off the second carriage and had already met Zhao. When she heard the conversation between the brother and sister, she said.

He Niang looked at Grandma Zhao, "Auntie, you have to talk about brother."

Mrs. Zhao smiled, "You might as well tell your sister-in-law that you have married a wife and forgot your mother. Now, your sister-in-law's words are more effective than me."

He Hui was blushed now.

To be honest, when Lu Fenghe saw this scene, it was impossible for him to not envy him. Who doesn’t want to be kind and harmonious with his husband? There are just a few who have such a good life.

Uncle Zhao was serving Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao got off the carriage, and Mr. Lu also arrived.

"How are you happy in the near future?" asked Mr. Lu.

Mr. Zhao is not very polite, "Okay, why is it not good? Eat well and stay well. What else can I do wrong with it?"

Old Master Lu was very helpless.

Old Master Zhao feels sorry for his daughter, and Old Master Lu also has to take care of the entire Lu family.

Mr. Zhao said these two sentences for a reason.

When Zhao first married into the Lu family, the Lu family had not even separated the East and West Mansions. The whole family used food together in the morning and evening. Zhao was a relative in autumn, and it was winter soon, even if it was

In the south, the fruits and vegetables that can be eaten in winter are also limited. In addition, the expenses of the Lu family's family, they do not often buy some high-priced things to eat.

After eating for a winter, Zhao couldn't help it, so he sent a message to Mrs. Zhao, asking her to send some fresh food in the name of a festive gift, and the list was listed in a long list.

Old Mrs. Zhao did deliver it according to Zhao's order. When they were eaten together, the tribute gifts sent by each family were also given to Zhonggong. Seeing the Zhao family sending tribute gifts, some people were happy and some were worried.

For example, the eldest wife was very sad. Her mother's family was just an ordinary clan, and in terms of financial resources, she was the weakest among the few in the country. Moreover, the Zhao family gave these things, which was obviously said that she was not good at stewarding her.

The happy one is probably the second wife. Her family is not a clan. She originally did business and had some savings. She also had some scholars at home. She also had enough food and had to go over and over again in winter. Although she changed her ways, she had more.

The patterns and raw materials remain unchanged and they are very greasy.

Zhao asked her parents to give her this gift. Not only could she change her taste, but she could also let her parents give her festival gifts like this in the future.

Old Master Lu was not old at that time and was in his prime, so he asked the old lady to ban Zhao from the rules, and this matter would not be an example.

When Zhao returned to the second day of the first lunar month, he told her about the rules of her mother-in-law. Mrs. Zhao told her to Mr. Zhao, but Mr. Zhao was not happy. If you can’t afford it for your Lu family, why don’t you let me give it to your whole family?

So whenever Mr. Zhao saw Mr. Lu, he would say, "I eat well, even though the Lu family has been different from previous years. Several houses have been divided into separate families and eat separately. Zhao can eat whatever he wants."

But Mr. Zhao still wants to say it.

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As for living well, that would be even more interesting.

Old Master Zhao lovely spent a huge amount of money to build a 100-year-old bed for Zhao. As a result, he got engaged to measure the new house and went back to make furniture. Good guy, let alone the 100-year-old bed, the shelf beds must be kept in a small size.

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