Xian Sun of the Ning Mansion of the Red Chamber

Chapter 47 On the 21st of the twelfth lunar month

In a blink of an eye, it is the end of the year again, and the end of the year is approaching.

Every household in the capital city has already started buying new year’s goods. Those from a well-to-do family may even cut some new clothes, measure a few feet of floral cloth for the daughter-in-law at home, and then go to the spice shop on Xingqing Street to buy a few packets of spices and make purses for home. , One day is happy.

This is a portrayal of the people at the bottom after a busy year.

Jia's mansion is also busy, and the arrangements for anniversaries are taken care of by the wives and daughters-in-law in the mansion. The one in the west mansion is Sister Feng, and the one in the east mansion is handled by Youshi and Keqing.

As for the men in the mansion, they were not idle, they cleaned the ancestral hall, packed the offering vessels, and sent posts to the mansions of several family members inside and out.

In addition, Wu Jinxiao and his brothers also brought New Year's offerings as usual, and they drove a carriage with a large group of people, loaded with goods, and entered Ningrong Second Mansion separately.

The entire family was so busy that even Jia Zhen, who was always delicious and entertaining, could hardly become serious. As the second master in the family, Jia Ying naturally couldn't just watch, but also helped to order the school's annual offerings.

This year's rain is good, and there is no drought, flood or hail disaster. The harvest in Zhuangzi is correspondingly richer, large and small livestock and game, chicken, duck, goose, fish, charcoal and grains, melons, fruits and vegetables, and some Beijing. There are all kinds of rare things that are hard to see in the village, and the value of various contributions is 8000 taels of silver.

Jia Zhen couldn't help showing a smile on her face when she heard this. In previous years, when he was not in charge of the family, his father Jia Jing was not good at these tedious and mundane affairs. for.

Therefore, Jia Zhen has her own account in which official's village, how much output can be produced in a good year, how much can be kept for herself, and how much can be sent to the mansion. Zhuangzi, it is a good year to have such an output.

I have to say that in this respect, Jia Zhen is still very qualified.

Jia Zhen chatted with Wu Jinxiao for a few words, and then said to Jia Ying: "Brother Ying, what do you think of these local products? I'll send someone to send them to your yard later."

Jia Ying didn't refuse either, she just said, "Thank you, Brother Zhen."

Jia Zhen waved her hands pretending to be annoyed and said, "Oh, my brothers, why bother talking about these things! Besides, the land left by our ancestors was originally for our descendants to have a decent life. Which family has no way of life on weekdays? Yes, I, as the patriarch, naturally can't ignore it."

Jia Ying always felt that Jia Zhen was deliberately emphasizing her patriarch's identity and importance in front of him, but did he have any proof.

Jia Ying thought in her heart: "It seems that Jia Zhen has my heart wrapped up in my heart and will not die!"

Not to mention Jia's side, it's just that there are places in Beijing that are busier than them.

The yamen of Qin Tianjian is like a small transparency on weekdays, and no one has ever taken it seriously, but every few days from the 22th to the [-]nd of the twelfth lunar month at the end of the year, officials big and small in Beijing can't wait to see Qin Tianjian The supervisor is enshrined as a god.

As for the reason for asking, because in the past few days, Qin Tianjian is responsible for selecting auspicious days and holding the sealing ceremony.

Officials also have to celebrate the New Year. They can have a holiday on the 22th of the twelfth lunar month. No one wants to delay until the [-]nd of the twelfth lunar month.

But this year, Qin Tianjian is destined to be scolded miserably, because it was delayed from the 21th of the twelfth lunar month to the [-]st.

However, the seal's decree came down before the last day. All the yamen in the capital were full of joy. Under the leadership of the chief officer, the sealing ceremony was held. From today until the 21st day of the first month, they no longer have to Woke up early to work on errands.

After the sealing ceremony was held, the officials did not go home after leaving the Yamen, but went to eat and drink with public funds as usual.

All the other yamen were beaming, except for the household department. The household department was sealed as usual, but several chiefs of the Duzhi division were asked to stay and work overtime. Where is it.

Just when everyone was full of doubts, no one knew who sent the news that Mr. Fu wanted to check all the accounts related to Huguang in the past years.

For a time, some people were happy and others were worried.

Nanzhili, Jinling City, the prosperous Zhongxiu places in the entire south of the Yangtze River, many literati and poets gathered here, leaving chapters handed down from generation to generation.

But such a prosperous place is also a gathering place for the underworld.

Let's say that in the territory of Shangyuan County, Yingtian Prefecture, Jinling, there are such a group of low-level people gathered together.

"You're all in good spirits. Don't be sad, everyone. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. You just hope that a good family will look after you, so you don't have to worry about it in the days to come."

In a manor, the prostitute was scolding several girls who were not more than twelve or thirteen years old, and not more than eight or nine years old. These girls were all good-looking, with a red flower on their heads, and their every move There is also a bit of demeanor from a wealthy family, which shows that these people have worked hard to sell them at a good price.

At this time, there was a creaking sound from the door, and the prostitute's eyes lit up, she turned her head and scolded several young girls, "The big customer is here, please be smarter for me later."

It's just the voice here, and I heard the voice of my companions flattering me from the other side.

"Master, please, we are all high-quality goods here, so you can pick the one you like."

A man named Yazi was leading a rich man to the inner courtyard, saying a word or two of flattery from time to time.

People buy and sell people for a lifetime, and they have their own skills in judging people. This person in front of him is not the one who is short of money.

Feng Yuan followed Ren Yazi into the inner courtyard, and saw seven or eight young girls behind the toothmaid, all of whom were young and slim.

Feng Yuan suddenly became interested, looked at the girls and said: "Everyone, raise your head up, so that the master can see clearly."

Under the urging of the prostitute, the girls did as they were told, raising their heads and showing their faces.

Feng Yuan's eyes looked over one by one from left to right, these girls are beautiful, but there is no shortage of beautiful girls in his house, Feng Yuan was a little disappointed, he only felt that these girls were not as good as his servants , is more attractive to him.

"Ok?"

Feng Yuan's eyes stopped on the No. 2 girl from the bottom, only to see that girl standing gracefully, soft and quiet like water, with that kind of aura on her body, in Feng Yuan's opinion, even the idle master and girl can't compare, especially A little bit of rouge on the center of her eyebrows added three points of charm for no reason.

Immediately, he walked over and asked, "What's your name? How old are you?"

The girl Wenwen replied quietly: "Yinglian! Thirteen!"

Feng Yuan showed a satisfied expression when he heard this, walked around Yinglian for another week, nodded continuously, then gently picked off the red flower on her head and threw it on the ground, and said to Ren Yazi: "It's her, How much money you open, I will take it away today!"

Ren Yazi and the matchmaker looked at each other and smiled broadly.

At the moment when the amount was reported, Feng Yuan didn't bargain, so he asked his attendant to give him a silver ticket, and asked Ren Yazi to give him the deed of sale.

On the other side, the same Ren Yazi was leading a nobleman in brocade clothes, heading towards the manor, and the words he said were the same as that of Ren Yazi just now.

(End of this chapter)