A few days after bidding farewell to Shen, the fundraising ended in late August of the lunar calendar, and the convoy carrying food and fodder finally set off from the capital.
It was drizzling before dawn on the day we set off.
At the city gate where they were seeing off the guests, even the Jiang family's doorman was there, and all the members of the family, about a hundred people, lined up to see them off.
Jiang Yuzhu said with a mixture of laughter and tears, "Dad and Mom, I'm only accompanying Yuan He to the North. I'll take care of his food, clothing, and daily needs along the way. You don't have to worry."
When the Jiang family saw off their second brother Jiang Huaiqing and Princess Yutan, they didn't make such a big fuss.
Chen's eyes were bloodshot, but she smiled and patted Jiang Yuzhu's shoulder and said, "You little girl, do you think this is your mother's suggestion?"
Most of the servants in the Jiang family are elderly people who came from the northwest. They have been in the mansion for more than 20 years and have watched Jiang Yuzhu grow up, and they have a deep affection for her.
The steward had this idea and discussed it secretly with his servants.
Chen was completely unaware of this. Soon after arriving at the city gate, she discovered that even the old man who had been responsible for pruning the flowers and trees in the back garden had come to her house due to his poor legs and feet.
"Miss, have a safe journey!"
Manager Jiang made a gesture, and about a hundred servants shouted at the same time. The sound was so loud and deafening.
Facing the gazes from all directions, Jiang Yuzhu trembled her eyebrows and waved calmly. Although she was not a general, she felt like she was at a military parade.
Almost in an instant, the servants all turned their heads and looked straight at Xie Zhao.
Xie Zhao's eyelids twitched fiercely, and he promised: "Yuzhu is my wife, I will definitely take good care of her."
Waiting for Jiang Yuzhu to take care of his food, clothing and daily life, when did he get such a status?
In front of everyone, Xie Zhao did not act perfunctorily, which made everyone in the Jiang family more satisfied.
Say goodbye to your family first, then it’s your turn to be with your besties.
Zhao Fendie, Qiao Ying and Yu Jiaojiao all came, bringing cakes and candies that were easy to store.
The three of them stepped forward together and said to Xie Zhao, "Thank you, Sir, for the trouble. Please take good care of our Yuzhu."
Xie Zhao: "..."
From the sound of it, it seems like he is the outsider.
Xie Xuan and his mother Shen had mentioned this several times before, and Xie Xuan had to make a promise every time.
What he didn't say was that before his mother Shen left, she forced him to write a letter of guarantee that he would not take a concubine.
"We believe in Master Xie."
After Zhao Fendie finished speaking, she ignored Xie Zhao and walked forward to hug Jiang Yuzhu, muttering to herself.
Everyone said their goodbyes and soon the auspicious time arrived.
After a burst of crackling firecrackers, a large group of people set off on their journey.
Jiang Yuzhu stuck her head out of the carriage and waved until the carriage was on the official road and the densely packed crowd turned into little ants. Only then did she get into the carriage.
The carriage looked simple on the outside but extremely luxurious on the inside.
The seats are widened and padded all around, which effectively reduces bumps on the road.
Jiang Yuzhu casually opened the travelogue of the north that her elder brother Jiang Huaida had bought, and continued to learn about the customs and folkways of the border town.
The north is bitterly cold and the people are tough, so there aren't as many restrictions on women. Half of the shop owners are women, and they manage their businesses very well.
Hongli followed beside her and watched with some curiosity: "Miss, you said that the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, and the people living in the village can't go out. How are they going to live?"
"Why not?"
People in the north have the habit of stockpiling goods, and they fill their home warehouses before winter.
The climate is extremely cold, so food can be buried in the snow and preserved for a whole winter. It can be taken out and thawed when it is time to eat.
"Look, it says that on snowy days, people stay at home, eat iron pot stews, and invite a few close friends to sit on the kang and chat happily."
Now that she was in the north, Jiang Yuzhu had no choice but to find fun in it.
"In the capital, snowflakes are pitifully rare year-round. If they do fall, they quickly melt into water, leaving no snow at all. In the north, during winter, you can use snow water from the tops of plum trees to make tea. The fragrance of the tea blends with the subtle scent of plum blossoms, which is truly elegant."
When talking about drinking tea, Jiang Yuzhu got excited and hugged the teapot given by her father Jiang Fulu in her arms, wishing she could stroke it a few more times.
This action scared Hong Jin, who was standing by, and she quickly took over and stopped him, saying, "I just refilled the hot water, be careful not to burn you!"
Jiang Yuzhu reacted, silently put down the teapot, and instructed the maids: "This teapot was given to me by my father. It is a very precious item. You should be more careful with your hands and feet. If you knock over the teapot, you will be deducted two months' salary!"
Several maids agreed, thinking that their mistress was away from home and missed her parents, and didn't think about anything else.
The carriage continued on its way until it was pitch dark.
As they missed the post station along the way, Xie Zhao immediately sent Liang An to book a guest room after entering the city.
"Futong Inn is the largest inn in Da Qi, and it's spread across almost all major cities."
After a day's journey, Jiang Yuzhu looked tired. Xie Zhao, remembering his mother's instructions, took the initiative to massage his wife's shoulders and introduced her. "There's a terrace outside the inn. It's nice to sit on it at night, sipping tea and admiring the moon."
On the way to Futong Inn, Xie Zhao found an old shop selling roast chicken.
"Yuanhe, have you been here?"
Seeing that Xie Zhao knew the signs of all the restaurants clearly, Jiang Yuzhu asked casually.
Liang An patted his chest and said proudly, "Madam, this is the territory of the capital. The master used to be the Jingzhao Yin. As long as it is a shop in the capital, unless he did not go to the government office to change it in time, there is nothing that the master does not know!"
Jiang Yuzhu was stunned. She had seen Xie Zhao's abilities, but she didn't expect that Xie Zhao's abilities were still there in the small towns surrounding the capital.
Dinner consisted of several local specialties, which Jiang Yuzhu recorded in a booklet, highlighting the ones that tasted good and planning to visit again when she returned from the north.
By the time Jiang Yuzhu finished washing up, it was already dark.
Standing on the terrace and looking out, in the distance is an alley where wealthy families gather.
In the courtyard, a few lanterns were lit, but the surroundings were extremely quiet. Occasionally, a drunk passed by downstairs, staggering and mumbling.
Jiang Yuzhu entered the room and found that Xie Zhao had not washed up, but was sitting in the outer room without even changing his clothes.
"You don't want to sleep?"
Jiang Yuzhu asked politely and extinguished the brightest lantern, leaving only one candle.
Although they have had physical intimacy, the couple have been busy with their own things recently and have not been intimate again.
Xie Zhao's gaze lingered on Jiang Yuzhu for a moment, and he twitched his lips slightly as he asked, "Madam, do you need me to warm your bed?"
Before Jiang Yuzhu could say anything, Xie Zhao shook his head with a look of regret: "Not tonight, the beauty has an appointment."
He said this to test his wife's reaction.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuzhu was stunned at first, but did not ask any questions or show any jealousy. Instead, she quickly went to the table, emptied the tea, wiped the teapot with a handkerchief, and carried him to bed.
Xie Zhao lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting shadows, and he really couldn't smile.
After a long while, Xie Zhao spoke with difficulty, "What do you mean, Madam?"
Jiang Yuzhu gave up on him, didn't mind the "beauty" he mentioned, and replaced him with a teapot?
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