September 25th was the day that the Yun family had decided to send out betrothal gifts. Ninety-nine betrothal gifts tied with bright red silk filled the courtyard outside the main hall of the Yun family. Because there was no room for them in the courtyard, the main hall and the side halls were also filled with betrothal gifts.
was filled.
Wu took a twenty-page betrothal gift list and checked it one by one: "This one is Shu brocade, yes, this one is Dingzhou red porcelain..."
Mrs. Wu checked them one by one and counted the gifts. At the end of the count, she closed the betrothal gift list and frowned: "Why is there one more gift?"
At this moment, Yun Luochuan, who was dressed in a white brocade robe with an autumn moon and a gorgeous purple gold crown on his head, walked out of the arch with a graceful look.
He smiled and said: "My son added a portrait I made of Yi'er."
Wu couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said: "Ninety-nine dowry gifts mean that the two of you will live together for a long time in the future, which is a lucky number. Those portraits you made for Yi'er, after she gets married, you will
Isn't it the same for her?"
Yun Luochuan pressed his mother's shoulder and said with a smile: "A hundred lifts is also a lucky number! A hundred years of good marriage, a hundred children and thousands of grandchildren."
The Wu family liked the meaning of "a hundred sons and a thousand grandchildren" very much, so she asked someone to bring a pen and added a box of Yun Luochuan's paintings to the betrothal gift list.
After checking the betrothal gift, Wu also checked the clothes of the person carrying the betrothal gift.
"Your nails are too long. Hurry up and cut them. What's the point of keeping your nails so long for a nice young man? Look at the black mud inside. How dirty!"
"What's wrong with your clothes? Can you straighten your collar?"
"And you, didn't I give you new shoes? Why are you still wearing dusty old shoes? Hurry up and change them for me."
"Hey, why is your hair so frizzy? Can't you dip it in osmanthus hair oil and sip it when you comb it? Hurry up and get a bottle of osmanthus hair oil."
The Yun family only has servant No. 100. Most of the two hundred young men who carry betrothal gifts are transferred from the Yun family’s shops and workshops. When they are transferred, they should be carefully discussed and they should have the best appearance and good looks.
The most energetic young man.
Because the betrothal gift was too much, Mrs. Wu asked the servant who didn't look so young to change into clothes. Seeing that they were standing among the people carrying the betrothal gift, they didn't like it. But there was no time to find anyone now.
Well, if it doesn’t please your eyes, you can only do it this way.
Mu Qing stood between the betrothal gifts with unfocused eyes, not yet digesting that the master wanted to marry Mr. Song, no, Mrs. Shen.
Gradually, his eyes regained focus and looked at the master who was bending down to feed the geese. Sure enough, the master liked Mrs. Shen before!
A person like the master rarely has contact with women. What kind of person would be more suitable for him? He didn't know, but in the past, whenever he was with Mrs. Shen, the master was the happiest time.
He recalled the scene of the master and Mrs. Shen together, and they seemed to be a good match.
The Yun family has made preparations here, waiting for the auspicious time to come, and then carries the betrothal gift to the next door to make the betrothal.
At this moment, Mrs. Wu was a little dissatisfied with the fact that the two families were too close together. They were so close that the betrothal gift could only be carried to the next door after a few steps. There was no way for more people to see her.
Home’s noodles.
At this moment, the people in Shen Zhai are also waiting nervously.
"Why have a few leaves fallen again? Let's sweep them up with a broom." Hui'er pointed at the dead leaves in the courtyard and said to the servant.
The servant quickly went to get a broom and dustpan and swept up the fallen leaves.
Chunyu, who was wearing new clothes, took a deep breath and said: "Obviously the Yun family is here to hire Madam, why should I be more nervous than someone who is here to hire me?"
"Have you ever been hired by anyone?" Qiuye asked.
Chun Yu was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "No."
"Then how do you know that you won't be more nervous than you are now when you are fired?" Qiuye laughed at her.
Chunyu glared at Qiuye and whispered, "I just know."