682 Two Years Later
Two years later.
Xier's dowry was sent out, a total of eighty-eight sets. Everyone watching on the street was envious, but she had a good elder brother, which was a blessing.
Ping An took Mu Yang and two younger brothers who were over ten years old to see the bride off. They were accompanied by a group of good friends, including Xiao Wu, Lin Feng, Er Qiang and San Qiang.
Mei Niang watched Xi'er leave in the wedding sedan and couldn't help but shed tears.
Wan Changsheng's eyes were already red. The daughter he had raised for sixteen years was sent to her husband's family. It would be better to have a son. When he grows up, he can marry one and bring several children to the family.
Mu Xuan was a little curious: "Grandfather, Grandma, it's so lively today, why are you still crying?"
Ah Wu was too embarrassed to pick up her daughter: "Xuan'er, your aunt is married, and you will belong to someone else's family in the future. Grandparents are a little sad."
The little girl said "Oh", then after thinking for a moment, she said crisply, "But my uncle's house is my grandfather's house, and we can get there in a short while by bus.
Mom, my brother has gone with Dad, why can't I go?"
Wan Changsheng took his granddaughter in his arms and said, "Xuan'er, let's go see our great uncle. If he's sad, you can comfort him."
"good."
Mei Niang wiped her tears and smiled: "I don't think as clearly as my little granddaughter. Yes, there is nothing to be sad about. We can see each other every few days."
As soon as I finished speaking, tears still fell.
After my daughter gets married, things are different.
…
It was already late when I returned home safely.
"Awu, I told you not to wait for me. Is Xuan'er asleep?"
"Daddy, Xuan'er is waiting for you?"
The little doll sat up and looked at him with its big deer-like eyes.
Ping'an's heart melted at once. This little daughter was only two and a half years old, but she spoke as maturely as a four or five-year-old. She understood everything you said. Ping'an began to suspect that his daughter was also a time traveler. Facts proved that she was just like her brother, simply smart.
"Dad, Xuan'er still wants to hear your stories. Otherwise, when I go to the village, what can I tell to the ancestors?"
The little girl's voice was as crisp as a lark.
"But Dad drank a lot tonight, and his mind is fuzzy. It's okay to take a break for a night or two, right?
If the ancestors want to listen, you can tell them the previous story again. Xuan'er, you have already started to learn to read, so you have to learn to tell stories by yourself in the future."
Xuan'er was a little confused: "Daddy, if you can read, you can tell stories? Then why do our ancestors know how to read and still need me to tell them stories?"
Ping An lay down on the kang and said, "Oh, oh, daddy, I feel dizzy. Oh, I feel dizzy."
He tilted his head, closed his eyes and stopped moving.
"Mom, Daddy has really fainted. Do you want Grandpa to give him a shot?"
Ah Wu said helplessly, "Your father drank a lot of wedding wine tonight, and the wine made him feel uncomfortable, but he will feel better after a good night's sleep. Xuan'er, you lie down with your father, I will go wash his face and feet."
The little girl lay obediently beside Ping An and stretched out a little hand to pat his belly gently.
Ping'an's mouth curled up. Little Muyang was too busy, almost as busy as him. He only went home three or four days a month, and the rest of the time he was either in the academy or in the village. He had gone to the academy to study in the spring of this year, but after only three days in the academy, the teacher transferred him to the class for older children aged eight or nine, because he could learn anything taught.
Now Xiao Xuan'er goes to the village every now and then, with the reason that he wants to tell stories to these ancestors, the same bedtime stories he often tells his children.
This little girl is as smart as her brother. People can usually remember the stories he tells. If she can't remember them, she can calmly cover them up and tell them with passion and emotion. Now the old people in the village can't do without her.
Especially the Empress Dowager and her Grand Tutor, I felt so heartbroken.
Ah Wu helped Ping An wash his feet: "Do you want me to get you some honey water?"
Ping An opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile: "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, this little bit of wine won't bother me."
Ah Wu handed him a letter: "I received it in the evening. It was delivered by Master Wei's people. They said to come back tomorrow morning."
Ping'an sat up. After the Lantern Festival, Master Shi San left the capital and returned to Zither Mountain. At that time, he wanted him to go with him, but he was too busy and couldn't leave. It would take nearly two months to go to Zither Mountain and back.
"Awu, Master Wei's letter for help. The old master in Shijiazhuang had an accident while riding a horse a few days ago. His leg bone was badly broken. The doctors there can't cure him. He wants me to go with Master. The old master was frightened by this incident and suffered a stroke."
The old man and the old lady of the Shi family are both seventy-five or seventy-six years old, which is considered quite old in this dynasty.
Ah Wu also sat up: "Then you have to ask the emperor for leave, should that be ok?"
Ping An nodded: "Others can't do it, but the master of Ziteng Mountain can definitely do it, but if I do this, I will have to leave home for three months."
Ah Wu whispered, "It's okay. Mu Yang is not at home. Xuan Er is well behaved and there are many people working at home. I just need to talk and make some arrangements."
Ping An hugged her and said, "When the child is older, I will find a way to quit my job and take you around."
Ah Wu laughed out loud: "Mr. Da resigned because of his age, and Mr. Wang resigned because he was injured on duty. You are only 25 years old now. Will the emperor agree?"
Ping An thought so too.
"How many years later?"
…
Zhang Jinyu looked at the faint moonlight outside the window and said, "Xi'er's wedding banquet is very lively today. Our Jin'er is thirteen years old now. If she meets a good family, she can get engaged."
Chang Chunfeng said "hmm".
"Husband, my sister-in-law wants to marry Jin'er to Mao'er. Mao'er is five years older than Jin'er, so he's a good match."
The eldest brother has two sons. Zhang Ce is twenty-six or twenty-seven years old this year, and his child is already five or six years old. The youngest son, Zhang Mao, is eighteen years old this year. He became a scholar last year. He was a little naughty when he was young, but now he is well-mannered and a handsome man.
Zhang Jinyu was willing in her heart.
Chang Chunfeng was stunned: "Is there such a thing?"
My father-in-law’s house is a very good choice.
"There's no rush for this. We need to know whether Zhang Mao is willing? Is Jin'er willing? Even if they are willing, I still have to discuss it with Ping An."
"Of course we have to discuss it. Husband, you may not know this, right? Ping An bought 100 acres of dowry land for Xi'er and Jin'er two years ago. Xi'er took her dowry to her husband's house today. I heard it from Mei Niang accidentally."
Xier's dowry today is really huge, including fields, shops, farms and so on. Needless to say, these were basically given by Ping'an.
I don’t know how much he will give when Jin’er gets married?
Zhang Jinyu had some wild thoughts but she didn't say them out loud. If she told her husband about them, she would be asking for trouble.
As the eldest brother, Ping An is willing to give whatever he wants. Giving more is a favor, and giving a token of appreciation is his duty.
Chang Chunfeng sighed, "My son is here to repay the kindness of my previous life. I didn't raise him since he was young, and now Yan'er is still under his care. Jin'er is his sister, and her eldest brother will need him for his dowry in the future."
Zhang Jinyu was close to her husband, and the relationship between the two families had been very good in recent years. Occasionally thinking back on the past, she really felt a little sorry for her stepson.
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