Two hundred and seventieth chapters throwing fruit surplus car
() After laughing for a while, I still have to be busy. Whether it is the Song Dynasty or later generations, weddings are always a tiring job. Ximen Qing can no longer remember the scene when he married Wu Yueniang. I don’t know if it is a fusion of memories.
The time was lost, but judging from yesterday’s wedding flow chart, it basically cost the person his life.
The one who feels even more tired is the fortune teller Jiang Jing, because Ximen Qing leaves almost all the trivial matters to him, from invitations to miscellaneous preparations, Jiang Jing handles everything, and is also the wedding planner, host, etc.
Fortunately, Jiang Jing still has people to assign, so he doesn't have to do everything himself, but it is a headache to divide things into pieces and assign them one by one.
Seeing Jiang Jing's worried look, Ximen Qing taught him the "magic weapon" for future generations - project management.
Ximen Qing had taken a similar elective course before traveling through time. Although it was not considered formal training, he generally understood the basic concepts of project management and a few operating methods. However, for a wedding, using project management was already a great skill.
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Of course, Ximen Qing didn't bother to explain what "project management" meant, he just said it was a way of doing things.
Seeing Ximen Qing draw a few sketches, Jiang Jing was confused, but after Ximen Qing explained it, Jiang Jing suddenly realized: "It turns out that there are such convenient methods in the world!"
Although he was busy next time, after being fully prepared, everything was in order. Jiang Jing looked at the progress chart hanging on the wall every day and had a grasp of everything.
By today, everything that should be prepared was ready, and it was almost time. The team to welcome the bride had already been set up in the yard. Everything was ready, just waiting for the two groomsmen to set off.
Ximen Qing and Wu Song freshened up, and their maids took the auspicious clothes and helped them change into them. They were all ordinary Luohua futou, green robes, boots and hats, etc.
At this time in the Song Dynasty, all official uniforms were green robes, and only officials of fifth rank or above could wear scarlet robes. Ximen Qing despised this very much. Fortunately, his skin was white, and wearing a green robe made him look fairer, unlike Wu Song, who had darker skin.
This time it looked darker.
"Fortunately, the hairpins are not green!" Ximen Qing sighed, and saw the maid bringing a plate of silk flowers, waiting for the two of them to put on the hairpins.
It was actually very fashionable for men to have flowers on their hair during the Song Dynasty, but Ximen Qing and Wu Song had never been too cold about it. Especially Ximen Qing, who felt that having flowers on his hairpin looked like something out of Qing Dynasty; but today was a special day, so I had to make an exception even if I had to.
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This silk flower-like flower is not a real flower, but made of silk. Compared with flowers, it is considered a high-end product. Without the floral fragrance, Ximen Qing is more accepting of it. Since you can’t see or smell it, you can just pretend it’s not there!
After carefully putting on the clothes, the maids brought over the new bronze mirrors rubbed with mercury. As expected, Ximen Qing saw the beautiful image of himself "changing in a second" and quickly waved to the maids to remove the mirror.
Shi Qian, a man on the drum, flashed beside him and congratulated him before he spoke: "Big brother and second brother, today is the wedding night, so I am very happy to congratulate you!"
Ximen Qing saw that he had also changed into a brand new white robe, and had a silk flower in his hair. He looked less like a thief ancestor. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Third brother is going to suffer today."
, you can’t run around at night.”
"It's quite uncomfortable." Shi Qian touched Xuanzi and said with a smile: "Once you put on this white robe, you will be like a living target when you go to bed. How can you make it happen?"
Wu Song was young after hearing this, and the three of them came to the front yard chatting and laughing. The horses they were riding on had already been dressed up. Shi Qian was still walking. Jiang Jing gave an order, the band started playing, and the welcoming procession left for Chuixue Tower.
Needless to say, the scenery along the way was amazing. The fortune teller Jiang Jing gave him enough money, the band worked extremely hard, and Ximen Qing and Wu Song rode side by side, both dressed as groomsmen. This was already amazing.
What’s even more surprising is that there are not two sedan chairs in the procession, but three!
There were two groomsmen and three sedan chairs. The onlookers all looked sideways and said knowingly: "These are the two commanders and deputy commanders of the Imperial City Department. They are the famous people in front of the current King Jia. How can you slap Ximen's name in the face?"
Haven’t you heard of it?”
Seeing the surprise and envy in the eyes of passers-by, Ximen Qing felt a sense of pride in his heart. He straightened his body on the horse, waved his hand, and wanted to shout: "Thank you for your hard work!"
The crowd of spectators gathered more and more, and suddenly a woman in the crowd shouted, and several women appeared in front of the team, holding hands and blocking the road.
What does this mean? Stopping the sedan to complain about injustice? I am not a black man, and this is not an official sedan. Besides, it doesn’t look like everyone is smiling!
Ximen Qing was confused. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard Jiang Jing next to him chuckle and say, "Congratulations, boss!"
"Congratulations! Even if you are not blocking the sedan chair to complain, you are still blocking the road to ask for money! There are so many people, but I haven't brought enough copper coins!"
As soon as Ximen Qing said a word, he saw something that looked like an apple flying up from the crowd and flying towards him.
What follows is like rain. Fruit rain!
Ximen Qing suddenly remembered an idiom and understood why Jiang Jing wanted to congratulate him.
Throw fruit profit car!
Pan An was stopped when he went out on the street, and then fruits were thrown at him. This form expresses the woman's admiration for Pan An!
Pan An can withstand the fruit rain, so it’s no problem for me!
Ximen Qing resisted the urge to reach out and perform a "real-life version of fruit cutting" and greeted the rain of fruit falling from the air with a smile. Of course, sometimes you need to dodge slightly, and it is not fun to get hit in the face.
Only then did Ximen Qing realize that although most of the fruits were coming towards him, there were obviously some from Wu Song's side, and Wu Song's reaction was very natural and he blocked the fruits with his hands.
Shi Qian, the flea on the drum, was not willing to be lonely. He jumped up and grabbed with both hands, blocking a lot of fruits for Ximen Qing, which also caused several cheers from the crowd.
After a burst of fruit rain, the team could continue to move forward, dodging the various seasonal fruits rolling privately. Ximen Qing admired the band's ability to maintain a steady tune while moving forward.
This is professionalism. Compared with them, the two horses that Ximen Qing and Wu Song rode did not have such good quality. Just now, they had lowered their heads and gnawed at the apples on the ground.
After finally arriving at Dong Cross Street, I saw that Chuixuelou had already hung up the golden nanmu plaque, but it was just covered with a piece of blue cloth.
Jiang Jing led the team to the nearby courtyard. When the three brides heard the sound of playing and playing, they had already become impatient. Sun Erniang jumped up and applauded: "Finally we are here, my bones are numb!"
Xue'er naturally complained repeatedly, and Hua Yuerong accompanied her, wanting to rush out of the door. Pan Jinlian was more cautious and asked the maid to get some incense.
Although this is only a temporary place, the procedure still needs to be followed. The three futons are placed in front of the incense table. The three brides put on the incense and knelt down together. Pan Jinlian took the lead and said the set of prayers.
"Now that I'm getting married, I don't dare to be independent.
At four o'clock and eight o'clock, there is no stopping of cigarettes.
Inform the Holy Spirit, and all hope will take pity on you.
It is natural for a man to marry and a woman to marry.
There will be good luck and happiness, and the couple will be happy.
No disasters, no trouble, forever guaranteed for a hundred years.
Like fish and water, sweeter than honey."
Sun Erniang and Xueer recited randomly, and the three of them stood up. This procedure was originally for a married daughter to offer incense to her ancestors before her wedding, to bless her family's harmony and peace throughout her life.
This is the time when parents and married daughters are filled with joy and sorrow; but the parents of these three brides died early, and people like Sun Erniang just find it cumbersome, so they don't feel the sadness of breaking up.
Everyone is full of joy.
They looked at each other's makeup. They all had black hair like raven, makeup on their faces, red lips and eyebrows. Not to mention their hair was covered with gold, silver, pearls and jade, which made Hua Yuerong dazzled and praised them all.
The procession stopped outside the courtyard gate, and the divine fortune teller Jiang Jing stepped in first and shouted from a distance: "The auspicious time has arrived!"
After hearing this, the three brides asked the maids to cover their heads. Two maids served one and slowly helped him out. Pan Jinlian and Xue'er were fine. Even though Sun Erniang had practiced it, she still felt panicked after covering her head.
He didn't pinch the maid's wrist that he was supporting.
When Jiang Jing saw the girls coming out, he asked the sedan chair to enter the yard and helped him up. The leader of the band outside the door coughed, stopped the door and said: "Jade hooks are hung on the bead curtains of the high-rise buildings, and fragrant cars and BMWs are at the door. There are lots of bonuses."
Reward, wealth and glory will last forever."
This was just a common practice. Jiang Jing had prepared early. A bunch of copper coins were presented to him. The leader of the band nodded and shouted. Immediately, the music started to play loudly, and the group prepared to return to the mansion.
Ximen Qing and Wu Song watched the three sedans being carried out on horseback. Although the people inside were not "newcomers", they still felt dry for the first time and were extremely nervous.
People watching the excitement had already gathered around, and many children even boldly blocked the road. Jiang Jing, the magic fortune teller, had his own way. He threw out a handful of copper coins and immediately bought the road.
Naturally, the journey back cannot be the same as when we came here. This is a rule and a requirement of the three brides. Ximen Qing despises this idea: "You can't see anything with a hijab, so what do you want with that scenery?"
However, in the eyes of Pan Jinlian and others, this scenery is enviable to others.
Whether it was the Song Dynasty more than 900 years ago or later generations, this idea has never changed; so Ximen Qing also fulfilled their wish.
After this enviable and surprising team made a long circuit in Bianliang City, they finally arrived at the door of their own courtyard.
The divine fortune teller Jiang Jing pointed over there: "Look, boss, this is the best Yin Yang person in and outside Bianliang City!"
Ximen Qing looked in the direction of Jiang Jing's finger, and suddenly felt like "my friends and I were all stunned."
Before, Ximen Qing only thought that Yin Yang people were probably great dancers. The drawings on Jiang Jing's "wedding flow chart" were not very clear. There was only a little person there, holding something in his hand.
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