If it cannot be consumed in the palace, it flows into the market.
Several shopkeepers from whom Su Xiaolu bought fish before asked her if she wanted fish, but Su Xiaolu didn't want it.
It's not that she doesn't want to eat it, but Zhou Zhi told her that the emperor is controlling and amassing money for white fish now, and the price of this fish won't be high for long.
Knowing that the price of this fish would come down, Su Xiaolu naturally didn't want to buy it.
The price of white fish dropped to five hundred taels per fish, and a craze for eating white fish started in the capital.
When Su Sanlang and Mrs. Zhao came back, they both lamented that the white fish was mashed with some sauerkraut and made into fish balls. It was so delicious and refreshing that even if a dish cost dozens of taels, there was always an endless supply.
In the evening, Ms. Zhao came to the house of Su Xiaoling and Su Xiaolu. She asked Su Xiaolu gently: "Xiaolu, do you still want to eat fish? It's cheaper now."
After Mrs. Zhao finished speaking, she took out the money and gave it to Su Xiaolu. The meaning was very clear, buy it if you like it, and buy as much as you want.
Su Xiaolu hugged Mrs. Zhao and acted sweetly: "Thank you for loving me, mother, but we don't need to buy fish to eat now. It won't be long before the fish will fall."
From Zhou Zhi's analysis, if the whirlpool on the sea surface becomes smaller, more white fish will come out. The white fish will reproduce repeatedly in the sea. In the future, the price of each white fish will not exceed ten taels of silver.
White fish has medicinal properties and is destined to be different from ordinary fish, but it cannot replace medicine. Therefore, the price of white fish will not be low enough that all ordinary people can afford it, but the price will be low enough to become a common delicacy for all wealthy people.
It's for sure.
"Will it continue to decline?"
Mrs. Zhao was a little suspicious. In the past, a white fish cost several thousand taels, but now it only cost 500 taels. It had dropped too much. Mrs. Zhao didn’t know how far it could drop. She thought about it and pinched Su Xiaolu’s cheek. She said gently
He said: "It doesn't matter even if it doesn't go down. If you want to eat, you can buy it. You can take the banknote with you. It will be convenient when you use it."
Mrs. Zhao still gave the banknote to Su Xiaolu. No matter what price the white fish fell to, her daughter could use it as she wanted.
Su Xiaolu took the banknote and felt warm in her heart.
After Mrs. Zhao left, Su Xiaoling and Su Xiaolu went to sleep.
It's already winter, it's early December, and Su Xiaoling is getting married in a few days. Su Xiaolu is getting more and more reluctant to give up. She has stopped practicing swordsmanship during this period and stays with Su Xiaoling every day.
If Su Xiaoling wants to cook, she will help her light the fire, just like before.
Su Xiaoling was doing embroidery, while Su Xiaolu was watching and handing over the needle and thread. The two sisters were together every day.
Su Xiaolu fell asleep, hugging Su Xiaoling tightly.
On the second day of December, it snowed in Beijing.
When they got up in the morning, Doufu and Fenxiang were cleaning the snow in the yard. After breakfast, Su Xiaolu said to Su Xiaoling: "Sister, let's build a snowman."
Su Xiaoling smiled slightly and nodded: "Okay."
"Little deer, what do you want to pile up?"
Su Xiaoling asked.
"Make a dragon."
Su Xiaolu thought of the snow dragon he had built a few years ago, and was filled with thoughts for a while.
The two sisters got busy, and from morning to afternoon, they piled up a dragon, but it didn't look like much.
In the evening, Su Sanlang and Mrs. Zhao came back and saw the pile of snow dragons. For a moment, they all had turbulent memories. The children had all grown up after all.
Su Chong and Su Hua also stood and watched for a long time.
Starting from the fourth day of December, Su Sanlang and Mrs. Zhao began to prepare for Su Xiaoling's wedding at home. In fact, the Su family did not need to prepare much. There were people from the Rites Department to help prepare various etiquette.
There was also a nun from the palace who taught Su Xiaolu etiquette and dressed her up.
Su Xiaolu only had time to talk to Su Xiaoling at night, and Su Xiaoling had no time at all during the day.
On the night of the fifth day of October, Su Xiaolu suffered from insomnia.
Mrs. Zhao came into the house, her eyes gentle and tearful.
She took Su Xiaoling's hand and seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say it because the person Su Xiaoling was marrying was not an ordinary person. He was the Queen's eldest son. He had a noble status, and her wife would also be noble. Things from an ordinary farmer's family meant nothing to Su Xiaoling.
It's completely useless.
Moreover, after Su Xiaoling got married, she had very few opportunities to meet her family members. Even her relatives were not able to meet whenever she wanted.
Even if the couple breaks up in the future, Su Xiaoling will have no chance to return to her natal family. The best place for her to end up is in a temple. Even if it comes to this, her natal family will not be able to see her if she wants.
Mrs. Zhao felt a dull pain in her heart.
Su Xiaoling gently leaned on Mrs. Zhao's shoulder and said softly: "Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely live a good life."
On the eve of her wedding, Su Xiaoling was heartbroken and reluctant to give up, but this was her path, and she would go on it no matter how difficult it was.
Mrs. Zhao sighed: "Mom, I hope you can live well."
"Mom, I understand everything. Don't worry, I will live well."
Su Xiaoling smiled slightly, with tears in her eyes.
Su Xiaolu was already crying silently on the side. She sniffed, hugged Su Xiaoling's arm and choked with sobs: "Sister, I really can't let you go."
Her sister is getting married. The sister who has taken care of her since she was a child and has been very good to her is getting married. The sister who will quietly call her little fairy at night is going to become someone else's wife.
Su Xiaolu felt so sad about the separation, and she couldn't control her tears at all.
Su Xiaoling also cried. She stretched out her arms and hugged Su Xiaolu and told her: "Xiaolu, from now on, when my sister is not at home, you must honor your parents for your sister."
Su Xiaolu cried and nodded.
That night, they all couldn't sleep all night.
There was no sleepiness at all, and before dawn, the nuns from the palace began to wash and dress Su Xiaoling.
Looking at Su Xiaoling's eyes that were swollen from crying, they shouted incessantly: "Ancestor, why are you crying like this? Use ice cubes quickly..."
Everyone was busy quickly, and Mrs. Zhao couldn't get involved at all, so she and Su Xiaolu sat quietly and watched.
At this time, the women could still look at him, but his father and brothers could no longer look at him.
Mrs. Chen and Chen Danniu and Chen Erniu also came and had no chance to help.
Only Mr. Zhao quietly accompanied him to witness this scene.
When it came time to put her hair up, Su Xiaoling stopped all the mothers and said calmly: "Just let my mother and aunt do it."
"This, this is against the rules..."
The nuns all felt a little embarrassed. In the past few days, they felt that Su Xiaoling was a very gentle person, but now, the coldness in her eyes was strange to them, and they all felt that she was easy to serve these days.
The princess is fake.
Su Xiaoling's voice was cold and irresistible: "There is nothing against the rules. This is the folk custom. When a woman gets married, her mother will tie her hair. I come from a peasant family and I have followed the rules of the palace. The palace should also follow my rules.
"
She could do everything else according to the palace rules, but when it came to getting her hair tied when she got married, she just wanted Zhao to do it herself. She would never give in on this point no matter what.
