Author: Mahjong Jun

Beijing, Palace Museum.

Something about the newly revised law is being played on the radio.

Two experts also provided on-site interpretation.

"The revision of the minimum age for marriage is the most important content of this revision."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenmu immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

There is no other way, marriage is his biggest concern now.

"Men must not be earlier than twenty-two years old, and women must not be earlier than twenty years old."

"In other words, men and women are delayed by two years each at this age. Don't underestimate these two years..."

The experts on the radio were still talking non-stop.

Zhao Wenmu was stunned. He could no longer hear clearly what the people around him were saying.

All I can think about is "men must not be older than twenty-two years old" and "men must not be older than twenty-two years old"!

"The revision will take effect from January 1 next year."

Twenty-two years old!

Zhao Wenmu only turned twenty this October!

The original legal age for marriage was 20 years old for men and 18 years old for women.

His original plan was to get a marriage certificate with Zhao Jing in March next year, when he would be twenty years old and Zhao Jing would be admitted to night school.

Everything was just right!

However, plans cannot keep up with changes!

The new law will come into effect on January 1 next year. Before that, although he has reached the age of twenty, if he gets married, Zhao Jing will not be able to take night classes.

After thinking for three seconds, he made his decision.

No matter what, Zhao Jing will go to night school!

In this case, they can only get married in two years!

Zhao Wenmu stood blankly in front of the newsstand and did some mental construction for himself for half an hour.

It doesn't matter whether you get a marriage certificate or not, it won't change anything anyway.

It doesn't matter whether you get a marriage certificate or not, it won't change anything anyway.

Dry!

I'm so angry!

That professor on the radio kept talking about "benefiting the country and the people".

Everything he said is right!

Mental construction failed.

It was so scary, so it was better to sleep, so the little girl fell asleep on her father's back.

Zhao Wenmu managed to adjust his mood and found the girls chattering at Lafayette's residence.

"Wow! Is this really jade? It's just like real cabbage!"

"Yes! Yes! This clock is so exquisite. Is it really from a hundred years ago?"

"Does the Empress Dowager Cixi really have a hundred dishes in one meal? Isn't this bedroom too small?"

It has to be said that in the magnificent Forbidden City, the so-called residences of nobles are actually just small rooms, neither luxurious nor comfortable.

Being able to have an independent small courtyard is already considered a top nobleman.

In contrast, the wealthy locals seem to be living a more comfortable life.

Zhao Wenmu was depressed, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

"Little brother, please leave your daughter to me!"

Zhao Jing couldn't help but reached out and picked up the little girl from Zhao Wenmu's back.

She thought Zhao Wenmu was tired.

Zhao Wenmu didn't say anything, and Zhao Jing felt a little strange. It was hard to ask questions in public.

"Let's go see it tomorrow!"

"Okay! Okay! There's no need to go back today!"

Zhao Wenqiu was in high spirits.

Zhao Xin and Zheng Xiaowen immediately agreed.

Zhao Jing and Zheng Guangming are also eager to try.

So they walked around the Forbidden City until it closed, and then went to Donglaishun to eat hotpot mutton until about nine o'clock in the evening.

Then we came to the square.

There are already many people in the square.

In order to watch the ceremony the next morning, most people chose to wait in the square the night before.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to make it in time.

Fortunately, it's summer now, so it's not uncomfortable to stay in the square for one night.

Zhao Wenmu looked at the little girl on Zhao Jing's back.

He walked outside the square, spent a long time finding a taxi, and negotiated with the other party for 20 yuan to take them to the guest house, and then send them here early the next morning.

Taxis are really expensive these days!

After all, most taxi service targets are actually foreigners, and they usually only pick up passengers at the airport and big hotels.

There is a saying that I would rather not be a cadre than a taxi driver!

This is what it was like in the 1980s.

"Ajing, I made an agreement with the taxi driver. He will send us here tomorrow morning. Let's take our daughter back first."

Zhao Wenmu talked to a few other people and planned to take Zhao Jing and Xiaonan back to the guest house first.

With Zheng Guangming here, he doesn't have to worry about the safety of the girls.

Besides, where is this place? Is there any safer place in the world than here?

Zhao Jing picked up the little girl and left a blanket specially brought for her to Zhao Wenqiu.

"Okay, let's go back first."

The little girl stayed outside all day and was already asleep. Looking at the little guy's red face, she felt a little distressed.

Back at the guest house, Zhao Wenmu quietly got into Zhao Jing's room.

Anyway, it's just the two of them at the moment.

No, they are a family of three.

"Ajing, I can't marry you anymore."

Zhao Wenmu said with a sad face.

He came over to find Zhao Jing just after washing up. Because he had been thinking about the minimum age for marriage, his mind was a little confused at the moment and he didn't notice that there seemed to be some ambiguity in his words.

Zhao Jing's expression changed. Fortunately, she still trusted Zhao Wenmu and did not cry or make trouble on the spot.

"Brother, what's wrong? What happened?"

Zhao Wenmu talked about the change of marriage age, and his face was filled with depression after he finished speaking.

"Brother, how about I not take the night school exam?"

In fact, Zhao Jingyuan desires a marriage certificate more than Zhao Wenmu.

"no!"

Zhao Wenmu replied without thinking.

"Ajing, can you wait for me for another two years? Wait until I am 22 years old to marry you."

Zhao Wenmu sat in front of the bed, and Zhao Jing stood in front of him.

He hugged Zhao Jing, buried his head in Zhao Jing's abdomen, and made a loud sound, which sounded a little aggrieved.

"Well, I'm right here, it doesn't matter how long it takes."

Zhao Jing patted his back gently.

Her eyes were soft and she seemed to have no emotion.

But in the end I was a little disappointed.
To be continued...