Lai Zi hasn't married in eight hundred years. It's only the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) now, and there are still more than two hours until the hour of Si (9-11 AM).

Is it really necessary?

He rolled up his sleeves and continued, "You go and call the others first. I'll wash up and wait for you at the yamen. See you there."

The group arrived at Widow Qian's house in a grand procession just as the sun was rising.

Huang Xiaosan estimated the time; it wasn't yet Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

Tsk tsk, there's still more than an hour before the auspicious time.

"Brother Lai," Huang Xiaosan sighed, "are we just going to stand here and wait at the door?"

“Young man,” the matchmaker said coquettishly, pointing at Lai Zi with her orchid-like fingers, “this old woman has been a matchmaker for decades and has never seen anyone as impatient as you.”

Just thinking about it makes her angry. She was sleeping soundly when a group of officials barged into her house. They thought someone in the house had committed a crime, so she ran out in her undergarments to admit her guilt.

result……

It really infuriates her.

That's bad enough. You disturbed my good sleep and you only gave me two meat buns to get rid of me. Tsk tsk, do you think I'm a beggar?

If I weren't afraid of offending these people, I would have already cursed them out.

"Thank you for your trouble, sir," Lai Zi said, not daring to offend the main character of the day. He took out a purse he had prepared beforehand. "This money is to add to your good fortune."

“Of course,” the matchmaker said, weighing the purse in her hand. Her expression immediately changed, her face beaming with smiles and her voice soft and gentle. “Young man, don’t worry. I’ve been in this business for over thirty years and have never made a mistake in finding a match. Every family I’ve worked with has been happy and harmonious. You and Madam Qian will surely live a life of perfect harmony, have two children in three years, be surrounded by grandchildren, and enjoy a long and blessed life…”

For the sake of the money, the matchmaker spared no expense in offering her goodwill, showering the matchmaker with a string of auspicious words.

Hearing this, Huang Lao Er next to him felt so sour that his teeth ached.

Lai Zi listened with great interest and generously gave him another purse to express his appreciation.

Huang Lao Er and his companions stood in two rows, like door gods, at Widow Qian's door, watching the two drama queens and silently turning their faces away.

The same thought flashed through their minds simultaneously: How silly!

After Jiang Nuan finished breakfast and packed her things, she came over and saw the two lines of people standing straight at the door. She asked in surprise, "Your heads are all wet. How long have you been here?"

"It's been a long time," Huang Lao Er said with a sneer. "They arrived before Chen Shi (7-9 AM) and have been standing at the door waiting."

On a February morning, he was frozen stiff in no time, but he dared not say that he wanted to go home and have a hot soup.

I always felt that doing this would lead to a miserable end for me.

Lai Zige's life-changing event should be left alone.

But this snot is so disobedient, it keeps wanting to drip down.

“Auntie,” Lai Zi made room for her, “you should go in and take a look. The auspicious time is almost here. I wonder if Qian Qing is ready yet.”

“It’s still early,” Jiang Nuan said, her lips twitching slightly. “There’s still more than half an hour left. No rush. Don’t just stand here. Xiao San, take the officials to our house for a bowl of ginger soup.”

Tsk tsk.

She saw several people with runny noses from the cold.

I don't know if I'll catch a cold when I go back.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nuan glared at Lai Zi lightly, "Why are you in such a hurry? Your wife isn't going anywhere. So many people are just waiting with you. What if they catch a cold?"

"I wasn't in a hurry," Lai Zi said, feeling quite innocent. "I didn't arrive early, and besides, it's warm in spring, how could I catch a cold so easily?"