September 25th was the day that the Yun family had decided to send out betrothal gifts. Ninety-nine betrothal gifts tied with bright red silk filled the courtyard outside the main hall of the Yun family. Because there was no room for them in the courtyard, the main hall and the side halls also had no space.
was filled.
Wu took a twenty-page betrothal gift list and checked it one by one: "This one is Shu brocade, yes, this one is Dingzhou red porcelain..." Wu checked them one by one.
, counting the number of lifts, and at the end of the count, he closed the betrothal gift list, frowned and said, "Why is there one more lift?"
At this moment, Yun Luochuan, dressed in a white brocade robe of autumn moon, with a gorgeous purple-gold crown on his head, walked out of the arch with style.
He smiled and said, "My son added a portrait I made of Yi'er."
Wu couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said: "The ninety-nine dowry gift means that the two of you will live together for a long time, which is a lucky number.
Those portraits you made for Yi'er, won't they be the same if you give them to her again after she gets married?"
Yun Luochuan pressed his mother's shoulder and said with a smile: "A hundred lifts is also a lucky number! A hundred years of good marriage, a hundred children and thousands of grandchildren."
The Wu family liked the meaning of "a hundred sons and a thousand grandchildren" very much, so she asked someone to bring a pen and added a box of Yun Luochuan's paintings to the betrothal gift list.
After checking the betrothal gift, Wu also checked the clothes of the person carrying the betrothal gift.
"Your nails are too long. Cut them quickly. Why does a nice young man keep his nails so long?
Look at the black mud inside, how dirty it is!"
"What's wrong with your clothes?
Can you straighten your collar?"
"And you, didn't I give you new shoes?
Why are you still wearing dusty old shoes? Hurry up and change them for me."
"Hey, why is your hair so frizzy? Can't you dip it in osmanthus hair oil and sip it when you comb it?
Hurry and get a bottle of osmanthus head oil."
The Yun family only has servant No. 100. Most of the two hundred young men who carry betrothal gifts are transferred from the Yun family's shops and workshops. When they are transferred, they have to discuss it carefully. They should have the best appearance and good looks.
The most energetic young man.
Because the dowry gift was too much, Mrs. Wu asked the servant who didn't look so young to change into clothes to see if they were standing among the people carrying betrothal gifts. They looked uncomfortable.
But now I don’t have time to find anyone, so I can only do this if I don’t like it.
Mu Qing stood between the betrothal gifts with unfocused eyes, not yet digesting the fact that the master wanted to marry Mr. Song, no, Mrs. Shen.
Gradually, his eyes regained focus and he looked at the master who was bending down to feed the geese. Sure enough, the master liked Mrs. Shen before! People like the master rarely have contact with women. What kind of person would he be more compatible with?
He didn't know, but in the past, whenever he was with Mrs. Shen, his master was the happiest.
He recalled the scene of the master and Mrs. Shen together, and they seemed to be a good match.
The Yun family has made preparations and is waiting for the auspicious time to arrive, then they will carry the betrothal gift to the next door to make the betrothal.
At this moment, Mrs. Wu was a little dissatisfied with the fact that the two families were too close together. They were so close that the betrothal gift was carried to the next door just a few steps away, and there was no way for more people to see her.
Home’s noodles.
At this moment, the people in Shen Zhai are also waiting nervously.
"Why have a few more leaves fallen? Then sweep them away with a broom."
Hui'er pointed to the dead leaves in the courtyard and said to the servant.
The servant quickly went to get a broom and dustpan and swept up the fallen leaves.
Chunyu, who was wearing new clothes, took a deep breath and said: "Obviously the Yun family is here to hire Madam, why should I be more nervous than someone who is here to hire me?"
"Have you ever been underemployed?"
Qiuye asked.
Chunyu was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "No."
"Then how do you know that you won't be more nervous than you are now when you are fired?"
Qiuye laughed at her.
Chunyu glared at Qiuye and whispered, "I just know."