"It's a good thing that Wulang's wife is pregnant, but don't forget about Jiulang. I said before that he would wait until he has achieved fame, but now it doesn't matter whether he has fame or not. After this incident, a good wife will have another chance.
I have been idle for several years."
The old lady was talking about Lu Jiulang's marriage issue.
In fact, Lu Jiulang had almost settled down many years ago, and they had almost met each other. Mr. Lu suddenly said that Lu Jiulang was not suitable to settle down with someone so early, and that it would not be too late to wait until he was a weakling before getting married.
At that time, the other party was still very angry. They knew it was the Lu family's excuse for rejecting their family. How could a good son wait until he is weak before getting engaged? It's not like he was poor and ugly and couldn't say he was a good wife.
But this wait has to wait until now. It was originally said that we would wait until he passed the examination and became an official.
Now, in the spring of next year, Lu Jiulang will participate, but his official career may be postponed.
The main reason is that construction of election halls is in full swing in various places, and there is news that the general election will begin in August.
Even if the Lu family doesn't have a wife of the right age, people who have a wife outside have already become more active, such as Mrs. Fan, who was always in a hurry.
Nowadays, families with wives are also divided into two types. One is Mrs. Fan, who does not want her daughter to enter the palace at all. She searches the world for suitable young talents and quickly settles her daughter down.
One kind is like the Wei family, who try every means to get their girls to enter the palace and climb high branches. The chance of exchanging a daughter for a royal relative is not a loss.
The old lady was right. After this period, good girls will no longer be available. The good girls will either enter the palace or be married early by their families. I'm afraid they won't like the rest.
"What mother said is that I am also worried about this. It's just that Jiulang is very stubborn. I asked him to look at me several times, but he tried his best to run away."
Lu Fenghe suddenly laughed out loud, "Brother Ninth, I'm afraid you're not embarrassed."
Mrs. Lu also laughed.
Zhao poked Lu Fenghe's finger and said, "Promote the narrow ghost."
Mrs. Lu Si stroked her palm and said, "Hey, don't tell me it's really possible."
The three of them talked about how such and such a wife was, how such and such a wife was very beautiful, and how so-and-so's wife was very talented... Lu Fenghe was not very interested in these topics.
Lu Fenghe simply sat aside and served tea to the three elders.
It was completely dark before they left the old house. When they returned home, Lu Fenghe found the map on his desk.
Brother Bao pulled Lu Fenghe and raised his little face, "I brought it back. Uncle Eighth said that mother wanted it, so I took it in and put it on mother's table."
Lu Fenghe rubbed Brother Bao's little face for asking for credit, "Thank you, Brother Bao. Brother Bao has really grown up and can do things for mother."
Brother Lao nodded, "Of course, I'm a big kid."
Lu Fenghe was not in a hurry to look at the map. Since he asked Shen Nanxun, he always had to wait for Shen Nanxun's reply before making the next plan.
But Lu Fenghe didn't expect Shen Nanxun's reply to come so quickly.
The next night, Xiang Yaer came in and handed Lu Fenghe a tightly sealed small bamboo tube, along with a small knife.
"So fast?" Lu Fenghe exclaimed.
Xiangyaer nodded and helped Lu Fenghe take apart the bamboo tube.
It was fuller than the one Lu Fenghe had written on. There was no white space around the edges of the paper. The front page was full of questions about whether Lu Fenghe was okay, how his children were, and when it would snow in the northwest and when the rivers in the north would freeze.
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Lu Fenghe only saw the answer he wanted after reading the last three sentences. He listed several places where the ship could be stopped to unload the cargo, and added that the people sent to press the ship were on the way.
Lu Fenghe was puzzled. She just wanted to ask Shen Nanxun if his people could help him when he got off the boat in the north. He didn't need his people to go to Piling to pressurize the boat.
Lu Fenghe looked at Xiang Ya'er, Xiang Ya'er obviously knew nothing about it.
Hey, this is such a big deal, who wants to listen to his long-winded talk?
However, now that the letter has arrived, one cannot accept his letter in vain.
Lu Fenghe had someone bring Brother Bao over and gave him the letter written by Shen Nanxun.
"This is a letter from your father. Come and see if you can understand it."
Brother Bao's eyes widened when he heard that it was a letter from Shen Nanxun. He climbed up on the chair without being held by anyone, pursed his lips, and read the letter seriously with a small face.
Just how seriously you look at it, the frustration will appear on your face quickly.
Brother Bao has not been in school for a few days at all. Although he memorizes books every day, he is not very good at writing or reading.
Lu Fenghe took Brother Bao into his arms and laid the letter flat on the table, "Come, Brother Bao and mother read it together. Let's see what dad wrote."
Lu Fenghe pointed and taught Brother Bao to read word for word.
Obviously I have read it once, and it is obviously not the first time I have read Shen Nanxun's handwriting. Obviously... Shen Nanxun's many handwriting is not that good.
[To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates, switch sources, and read aloud with many sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]
But when Shen Nanxun asked her if she was okay and how her body was recovering, and asked her not to work too hard, Lu Fenghe still couldn't help but blush.
Shen Nanxun's personal writing style is very obvious. If the last stroke is an hook, he always hooks it very hard. If it is a vertical stroke, he will not let the tip of the pen pull it down like most people do.
Lu Fenghe felt that the hooks caught her eyes like small hooks, and the short and paused strokes seemed to stop in her heart.
Brother Bao read Shen Nanxun's letter many times, and after Lu Fenghe urged him several times, he reluctantly went back to sleep.
As soon as Brother Bao left, Lu Fenghe quickly put away the flimsy piece of paper, fearing that he would take another look.
Lying in bed, Lu Fenghe unconsciously made a calculation. The frosts in October will start to freeze one after another. By February of next year, the frost will last for nearly four months in a year. This is not a short time.
Since we are traveling by water, the size of the things on the boat is not so important, but the weight is more important. So why don't we just buy some more cotton cloth and go there instead of taking it to the border market...just treat it as the military salary she donated.
Anyway, we have to wait for Shen Nanxun's people to arrive. It's still a few days, but we still have time to prepare cotton and coarse cloth.
If it hadn't been late at night, Lu Fenghe would have wanted to get up immediately and let the people below take care of it.
But she didn't wait long. When she got up, she sent word for the housekeeper to come in. Even before the meal was used, the matter was already explained.
"What's better is..."
If it was cotton cloth that Lu Fenghe wanted to use, the steward would not ask this question. He must have bought the best one. But after buying so much, the steward couldn't help but ask a few more questions.
Lu Fenghe thought for a while, "Buy some of the good ones, and buy as many of the rest as possible. It doesn't hurt to buy a few inferior ones."
After the steward took the order and went out, Lu Fenghe opened the map, starting from Piling, and followed the river path bit by bit to find the places mentioned by Shen Nanxun.
Lu Fenghe looked at Chenzhou steadily. Although Chenzhou was on Yongxing Military Road, it was next to North Jingxi Road. The most important thing was that it was the territory of the Wen family.