Chapter 162: Lantern, You Are Not Gentle to Me
One day, Song Jin returned home satisfied after buying one, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw A Rong waiting at the gate.
A lot of chestnut bacon and preserved eggs were sent over there. They were not expensive things, but they were a token of my thoughtfulness.
A Rong came out and talked to Song Jin, saying that it was busy there this year, so he asked his wife to come back home on the second day of the New Year.
Song Jin smiled and replied, "Of course."
Seeing that Arong didn't say anything, she added: "The adults will also go back with me."
Ah Rong then smiled and said, "Then I'll ask Dad to prepare it at home."
"How are the guys in the shop? Any plans for the new year?"
Ah Rong smiled awkwardly and said, "Dad means that the wages are enough."
Song Jin pondered for a while and said, "Just follow my instructions and arrange the two shops according to my previous model. Just don't let my father know."
"Also, I'm going to hold a wedding banquet after the New Year. It won't be that grand. I don't plan to hire anyone else. It's temporarily scheduled for the fifth day of the New Year. Please save the date for me."
A Rong immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I'll do it right away." After saying that, he glanced at Du Juan, and Song Jin noticed it.
"Take it back today and come back early tomorrow morning. I have things to do. Don't delay me."
Song Jin watched the young couple leave happily and couldn't help but sigh that he was getting more and more adept at this kind of feudal trick.
When we walked into the inner courtyard, the charcoal stove was already lit in the hall, and it was warm.
"Come on, let's warm our hands together."
Song Jin stretched out his hand and warmed his hands together.
Ji Shubai pinched him and said, "Your winter men's clothing is still a little thin. Don't wear it like this in the future. It will be terrible if you get cold again."
"How can you be so delicate?"
"No."
When Ji Shubai gave orders to Song Jin, he did not express his seriousness by looking serious, but by speaking less. Sometimes Song Jin would want to laugh when he heard it.
"But," Song Jin still wanted him to give in, "We haven't bought the lanterns yet."
"Let Hongan call the person home, and you can choose whatever you want."
Song Jin curled his lips: "What about window decorations..."
"Have them all carried home, including your pearl flowers."
Song Jin pouted and shook her body. She knew the other party had already given in, but she couldn't help but push further.
"You must listen to me this time."
All right.
Song Jin walked around the charcoal stove, got close to Ji Shubai, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Are you angry?"
"Your hands are too cold."
"I just talked to Arong for a long time in the front."
Ji Shubai glanced at her: "Now you have so much to say to your friends, but you have nothing to say to me."
Oh, I'm angry. I'm angry for no reason.
Men can get angry in strange ways, too.
Song Jin likes to see Ji Shubai angry, the angrier he is, the closer she becomes to him.
He doesn't have a bad temper and can be coaxed into doing things. Every time Ji Shubai is about to be coaxed into doing things, he smiles, which looks particularly nice.
Song Jin hugged him around the waist and said, "My husband, my heart hurts."
"Look at you. I told you to wear something thicker. I shouldn't have indulged you by letting you run around the streets dressed like this."
Ji Shubai came over in a panic to hug the person and wanted to send someone to call a medical officer.
"No, it will be fine later."
"How can you get better without treatment?"
Song Jin shook her body and said coquettishly: "I'm not sick, I'm just scared."
"What are you afraid of?"
"You are mean to me."
Ji Shubai: "......"
Even though I knew that the other person was being a rogue, I still hugged him tightly helplessly.
"Don't pretend to be sick."
Song Jin smiled and squeezed into Ji Shubai's arms: "Okay, I won't pretend anymore. I won't go out tomorrow. Please be gentle to me."
"Am I not gentle enough?"
"It wasn't gentle just now."
A big hat was put on Ji Shubai's head, which made him unable to sleep at night. He kept thinking: Am I not gentle? Did I scare her? Am I fierce?
While he was worried, Song Jin's voice came from behind him: "Do you have lice?"
The culprit was completely unaware, causing Ji Shubai to roll over and press on Song Jin, saying with a straight face: "I have something to say."
Song Jin blinked twice and thought: Is it appropriate to have such a serious conversation in bed?
"Go ahead."
"You're not gentle with me."
"ha?"
"You taught me to speak my mind directly, otherwise you wouldn't know. I'm going to tell you now that you weren't gentle with me."
Song Jin stood there, thinking: This is just shooting myself in the foot. I should have known better than to pretend to be so upset.
"You never said that before..."
"I've said it now, so you have to change it."
Song Jin: “…”
Isn't this her logic? Why is she interrupting others?
Song Jin scratched his head twice, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, so he tilted his neck back and kissed Ji Shubai on the corner of his mouth.
Ji Shubai was indeed stunned.
"Let's talk, you kiss me and I do it..."
Before he could finish his words, Song Jin hugged his neck and kissed him even harder.
There is no need to be polite to your husband, and it has been some time since the last time. He is in his prime and not frail. Where else can he use his energy if not on himself?
As Song Jin was thinking about it, he knocked the man over, opened his mouth and took a bite on Ji Shubai's mouth. When he let go, his mouth was already red and swollen and bleeding.
"you--"
"Oh, I'm so unkind. I will change next time."
After saying that, he kissed her again.
The next morning, Song Jin put on thick women's clothes and dressed up. When Ji Shubai saw that his personal assistant Du Juan was not there, he asked:
"Why isn't Dujuan here? Isn't she the one who usually helps you get dressed?"
"Yesterday, Ah Rong came over. I saw that the couple hadn't been together for a long time, so I asked someone to take him back for a day and he will be back soon."
After hearing this, Ji Shubai turned around and hugged the man: "You are too kind to the servants, be careful not to indulge them too much, or they will be disrespectful to you."
Song Jin smiled and said, "I know. I will be more careful next time."
After saying that, she saw something on his lips, so she reached out to touch it, and Ji Shubai dodged with a hiss.
"Still touching? Don't you know what you've done?"
Song Jin burst into laughter.
While the two were playing, the door curtain in the hall outside was opened, and Du Juan walked in, smiling and saying, "It's snowing outside."
Song Jin became happy when he heard this and was about to go out to see what was happening, but Ji Shubai grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
"Get dressed first."
After putting on a sable rabbit, a fox wind collar, and a sheepskin coat, Ji Shubai let the man go out.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and the beautiful flowers in the yard were just beginning to fall. Song Jin stretched out his arms to catch a piece of heavy snow.
"With so much snow this winter, there will be a good harvest next year."
Ji Shubai followed behind him and said, "I hope so, but I don't know how many people will not make it to the harvest next year."
Song Jin thought, it’s an occupational disease.
People who know nothing often live the happiest lives. Ji Shubai was not entirely wrong in not wanting to tell her about what was happening in the government office.
Just like those people who came to the government office to file complaints, Song Jin would not go to see them. Meeting them would only add to their suffering, but he could not solve the suffering himself, so it was better not to meet them.
Ji Shubai's words made Song Jin a little disappointed. Although she knew that worrying about the country and the people was the righteous thing to do, when was it her turn to worry about these things?
Whoever sits on the throne in the capital will think about it.
Others eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, and who knows how much they waste every year. Even if the gold paint on the throne is scraped off, it is enough for a common person to live a carefree life for a year. How come it is her turn, a person who works hard to earn money to buy a gold hairpin, to think about it?
She couldn't make Ji Shubai completely forget his duties, nor did she want to criticize him. Who told him to receive a government salary?
She turned around and hugged Ji Shubai: "Don't worry, haven't we given him money? We can still get through this New Year."
When it comes to money, Ji Shubai becomes happy: "Yes, we should be able to celebrate the New Year this year."
"So let's not think about this for now. Let Hongan go to the street and call a lantern seller in. Can you help me choose a lantern?"
"good."
Song Jin likes the Chinese New Year.
When she was young, she looked forward to the Chinese New Year because many relatives would come to visit her home during the Chinese New Year. Her father would always seem especially kind at that time, and her life would be much better, not to mention the food would be better.
Later, when she went to the city, she could no longer feel that kind of joy.
The New Year atmosphere became even duller after the ban on firecrackers, and she no longer had any contact with those relatives.
The so-called New Year is just a day.
But now it’s different. She has a home, family, and some money. She wants to dress up and make this old house look bright and beautiful.
At Song Jin's insistence, Ji Shubai accompanied him to the hall. Zhang Hongan brought in a lantern seller, who looked a bit like the balloon seller of the 21st century to Song Jin. The lanterns were piled up on the frames of cars, and looked festive.
Song Jin wanted a lot of things and the car couldn't get in, so she took Ji Shubai by the hand and went to the door to watch.
She wanted a fish-shaped one, saying it would bring her abundance every year.
She wants a rabbit-shaped one, saying it is cute and adorable.
She wanted a Liu Hai Xi Toad, saying it could cure all diseases.
......
There was no need for the lantern seller to shout, Song Jin found many reasons to buy a bunch of them, and brought them into the house one by one, until a lot of them were piled up in the corridor.
After buying the lamp, Zhang Hongan brought in an old woman holding a bamboo box and opened it in the hall. Song Jin pulled Ji Shubai to help him choose.
Ji Shubai didn't know much about these, so he just asked Song Jin to choose the ones he liked.
Song Jin was unhappy.
"Don't you scholars say that women dress up to please themselves? I don't even know what you like, how can I help you?"
Song Jin was not very embarrassed, but Ji Shubai was different. It would be fine if he just said these words in the room, but the old woman selling pearl flowers and Zhang Hongan were both there, and her face turned red when he said these words.
"Whatever."
Song Jin refused and asked Zhang Hongan to serve tea. Mother Chen then brought some snacks and candies, and Song Jin ate them while picking.
As a result, Song Jin was caught off guard and picked up a sticky candy and put it into his mouth, but it was so sticky that he couldn't open his mouth.
"Tooth, tooth, my teeth are stuck together."
Everyone burst into laughter when they saw it.
The old woman selling pearl flowers laughed and said, "I don't know if this candy stuck to the mouth of the Kitchen God, but it must have stuck to the lady's mouth."
Song Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Finally, Song Jin selected a few pearl hairpins, asked them to pack them up, and ordered Du Juan to get the silver.
The old woman smiled and said, "We are not in a hurry. It will be the same if we give it to you next time."
Song Jin thought, next time you give it to me, you should show me something new. Should I buy it or not?
Song Jin was very busy that day. After choosing the pearl hairpins, she had to hang the lanterns.
Seeing that she couldn't stay idle at all, Ji Shubai quickly pulled her back and said, "Just tell the servants about these things. Why bother going there in person?"
"I won't go there myself, I have to point out the location. Besides, your home is yours, if you always ask others to decorate it, is it still your home?"
Song Jin believes that only with a sense of participation can one feel a sense of accomplishment.
Ji Shubai had been accustomed to being taken care of since he was a child, and had always thought that these were things that servants should do.
Seeing that he looked confused, Song Jin had no choice but to ask him to participate this time, just once.
Ji Shubai had no choice but to shake his head and follow.
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