Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 91 Countdown to Marriage

There is still a musty smell in the room, and the moldy steamed bun noodles are still working overtime to raise the Penicillium fungus. After passing through the funnel, the bacteria liquid is collected drop by drop, but Song Qingshu is not in the mood to do this kind of high-end work for the time being. After a while since the new opening, the decoration has almost emptied the money. After a month of hard work, it was empty again. No wonder Song Qingshu was listless.

It is said that the moonlight clan, this month has not passed yet, he is gone!

In addition to the penicillin extraction device, there are also a lot of manuscripts of the "Four Books and Five Classics". I originally planned to go to the Qiuwei exam this year, and the exam for the status of a scholar was delayed because of Ma Er Ma San. The father-in-law heard that the Prince of Qin drank yogurt every day to whet his appetite, he ate more, his body became stronger, and he no longer looked like he was dying to kick his legs at any time, which made Song Qingshu feel more relieved, and he was too lazy to bother about it for the time being Penicillin or something.

Just as Song Qingshu was being lazy, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a fiery shadow slid in. As soon as he entered the door, he slapped his beautiful little nose a few times in disgust.

"Hey, hey, you're so lazy, you don't clean up the house even if it's moldy!"

"Please, knock on the door before entering, okay?" Song Qingshu also yelled at Hongniang Xing helplessly. Fortunately, he didn't do anything now. He is also a man and has needs. What if he is bumped into by this hot-tempered girl someday? , where to put my old face?
Song Qingshu's complaints were directly ignored by Xing Hongniang, who despised Song Qingshu. Xing Hongniang wandered around the room carelessly for half a circle, and then said inexplicably: "Let's hand over the work to Qiaoer and Luobo tomorrow! You Take Caiwei and me on a tricycle, let's go to the street to buy some necessary things!"

"Isn't there a shortage of everything at home? I'm already short of money, what else do I need to buy?"

Seeing Hongniang Xing whose face suddenly became flushed and who was twisting and rubbing the corners of her clothes, Song Qingshu asked in astonishment, but who would have thought that this question would cause a hornet's nest.

"You idiot!"

Clutching the sore foot that was trampled on, he hopped on one leg, watching Hongniang Xing rushing out of the house again in astonishment. For a long time, Song Qingshu remembered that problem that would be difficult for future generations to solve in the 21st century.

Why is my girlfriend angry!

It took a long time to knead the bruised feet, lying on the table, Song Qingshu once again recovered the dead body, lying on the table weakly, his eyes wandered around the room aimlessly, suddenly, a few circles of bright red reflected His eyes.

That's a manuscript calendar!
The Chinese calendar has existed since the Tang Dynasty. First, the emperor ordered Qin Tianjian to calculate each day of the new year according to the lunar calendar and use it for the palace sacrifices. Later, the ministers followed suit, and finally it was introduced to the people. There will always be a calendar to calculate the farming time, which is used to persuade farmers to teach farming and mulberry. Song Qingshu, who is used to checking the date on his mobile phone, simply copied a copy back.

Those big red circles were all painted by Caiwei. They were a few auspicious days in September and October. The nearest one was the day after tomorrow, and the ones that were less than half a month later were all marked.

Looking at that thing, Song Qingshu suddenly collapsed like burning his butt, and screamed in his mouth: "Damn, it's true to call me a fool!"

That was the day when Old Man Xing promised to get married!He actually forgot!

No wonder Song Qingshu forgot. On the one hand, there are too many things going on recently, and he is confused. On the other hand, from a legal point of view, he, Hongniang Xing, and Caiwei are already husband and wife. There is no such thing as divorce these days. In the end, and Song Qingshu was single, and when later generations held girls' hands, they were still doing group dances in junior high school.

But who doesn't have the charming idea of ​​holding hands with his girlfriend to go shopping, and although Caiwei is young, Xing Hongniang is very familiar with the age of older young women in this era. Song Qingshu felt that his whole body was burning hot with such a pretty sporty beauty's face, and he screamed agitatedly.

It's time to break up with Miss Wu!Suddenly catching up with clockwork, lying on the window sill looking at the moon, Song Qingshu howled in an unpleasant way.

"It's dawn so soon! Your sister!"

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Martial arts practice is very particular about winter training, three nines, and summer training. In the past, Song Qingshu was forced to practice martial arts every morning with a scarred face. Later, when Xing Hongniang came, she was replaced by this violent girl. The next morning, Xing Hongniang was still the same as before. Pushing open the door, he stretched his waist, planning to wake Song Qingshu up.

But before she reached the corridor, a gray shadow suddenly rushed in front of her, which shocked her greatly.

It's true that the hair was not combed, the long hair was messed up, as if he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot, Song Qingshu grabbed Hongniang Xing's shoulder and shook and shouted: "The car is ready downstairs! Pack up, I'll call Caiwei!"

Startled by this guy, seeing him turn into Caiwei's room again, and then, there was a little girl's scream, Hongniang Xing couldn't help spitting with a blushing face.

"This pervert!"

Morning exercises were impossible, and Song Qingshu didn't even eat breakfast and wanted to set off. It was Hongniang Xing who put him in the water and combed him, sobered up, and then he recovered a little bit of a dog.

The donkey that was originally used to deliver lunch has now been transformed into a rickshaw. The iron frames on both sides are padded with cushions, and iron bars are used to build a shelter from the rain. Even tattered old ladies won't take a fancy to you, but at this time, you are definitely more respectable than BMW and Mercedes-Benz.

Pulling two blushing girls, under Qiaoer's envious gaze, Song Qingshu yelled, kicked his pedals and rushed out.

If future generations get married, just find a wedding company, they will arrange it for you, you just pay for it, but the Ming Dynasty is different, not to mention the wedding, there is no host!Everything has to be done by yourself.

Moreover, Song Qingshu and Xing Hongniang belong to the category of buying tickets after getting on the bus, uh, get the marriage certificate first, and then prepare to get married formally, and the poor family organizes weddings, such cumbersome adoptions, inquiries, marriage proposals, and dowries are all waived. After the three of them discussed it, it was actually Song Qingshu who decided it himself, and the two girls nodded in charge, and set the date on the most auspicious day half a month later, when they officially passed the door.

Although there is only one wedding reception left, there are still a lot of things that need to be prepared, such as incense candles, fruit tributes, candy melon seeds, fortunately, it is convenient for Xing Hongniang to be an expert. When their Xing family class was in the country, they had the most performances , It is to give people a wedding, and she will go wherever she directs.

Early in the morning, he ran from the incense powder store on West Street to the Shijia grocery store in Dongtou. For a whole morning, a pile of hills piled up on the tricycle, and Song Qingshu, who was tired, had trouble pedaling. With his tongue, he persuaded the two girls who were addicted to shopping to go back to the store, and after lunch, they unloaded their things before going out again.

Zhushikou, Shiji silk and satin shop.

There are not so many clothing brands these days. The most popular one is to buy fabrics by yourself and go back to make clothes by yourself. In front of a small bronze mirror in the store, she gestures the red Shu brocade material on her body. Xing Hongniang seems to be getting enough of it Usually, gesturing back and forth, Caiwei at one end unfolds and closes rolls of silk, trying endlessly.

Sure enough, there are only a few things that are most attractive to women, clothes, bags and jewelry, no matter if they are 15 or 50 years old!

"Oh, the girl really has a good eye! This is Husi from Huguang! It is the raw silk produced by golden silkworms fed on vines and mulberry leaves that grow in the most humid climate in Xianhu Town. One hundred Only silkworms can produce so many silkworms to make this silk!"

"And the embroiderers here! This is embroidered by a famous embroiderer in Changsha City. The local people have a famous saying, [-] degrees, don't take the usual way! Uh, it means that the embroiderers are particularly outstanding, and a thousand dollars is hard to come by." Please! Miss, this is going to be a wedding! Where can I wear this wedding dress made of silk, and I will ensure that the eyeballs of your family officials will be hooked out, and I will never find any little vixen in the future!"

I don't know if it's Shi Tianfu's cousin or his cousin. He is as fat as him, and like Shi Tianfu, he also has eyes that are squishy, ​​but his eloquence is much worse than that guy. Song Qingshu designed it himself. The commercials could be said in series by him, and Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing when he heard it.

However, the set of silk that Hongniang Xing chose is indeed suitable for her. The silk material is extremely delicate, and the flowers embroidered on it are also neatly stitched and stitched. Moreover, there are more hand embroidery in this era than the later machine embroidery. An indescribable aura, paired with the fiery Hongniang Xing, is like matching the phoenix with colorful feathers. Song Qingshu's heart became a little hotter after reading it, and he asked.

"Boss, how much is this piece of silk!"

"Hey, I'm so kind to you, I'll give you a special price, 50 taels of silver!"

The chubby Boss Shi showed five fingers with a smile on his face, and the three people who were picking things at this price suddenly gasped.

"I don't want this silk anymore. Is there any local mountain silk? Just don't need the embroidered red!"

Seeing Hongniang Xing put down the silk satin sadly, Song Qingshu couldn't help holding her hand again and said, "Why don't we get tighter in the next few months and buy this piece of silk!"

"Forget it, there are still plenty of places to spend money, save as much as you can! Didn't you still mutter about lack of money yesterday?" A smile suddenly appeared on the pretty face, Xing Hongniang suddenly smiled and shook her head, and immediately A finger flicked on Song Qingshu's forehead: "Fool, don't stand still, help move the silk!"

In the end, I still didn't buy the high-quality lake silk, and changed to a local cheap mountain silk. Xing Hongniang insisted on talking about four taels of silver, and finally took out a five-hundred-wen gold coupon, which made the fat The boss is chattering.Two bolts of silk and some embroidery threads were placed on the car. Although Xing Hongniang and Caiwei were still talking and laughing and planning how to embroider by themselves, Song Qingshu could still hear their voices were a little low.

After all, such a suitable silk was missed. In this era, a woman can only marry once in her life!
Back riding the bike, coincidentally, he passed by the jewelry store, and seeing Hongniang Xing inadvertently turned her head to stare at the pearl-filled Fengguanxiapei's eyes, Song Qingshu's fist holding the handlebar was twisted again. Tightly......

(End of this chapter)