Chapter 375 Wedding 1
The weather is getting colder day by day, and the capital is getting more lively day by day.
In the sixth year of Jingyuan, Zhao Lan, the youngest son of Prince Jin's mansion and a 24-year-old young man, got married. After the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th, the streets and alleys in front of and behind Prince Jin's mansion were bustling with people every day, busy but orderly.
On the ninth day before the wedding countdown, anyone who prays in temples large and small and sends blessings to Prince Pingyang on his wedding will receive a red envelope from Prince Pingyang. The amount of the red envelope varies, from as much as 100 taels of silver to as little as 88 copper coins, depending on who is luckier.
In a short time, the news of Prince Pingyang's wedding not only spread throughout the streets and alleys, but also the capital and surrounding temples of all sizes were bustling with incense, and the excitement was even greater than the Lantern Festival.
Zhao Lan's high profile made the Prince of Jin unhappy. He called his son to the study and asked, "Alan, if you act like this, how will His Majesty view our Prince of Jin's Mansion?"
"Your Majesty is a wise ruler, of course he is happy for my cousin who got married at the age of 24."
"You..." Seeing that his son refused to listen to his advice, King Jin was so angry that his heart ached. He couldn't persuade him here, so he changed his approach, "If you are so high-profile, how will the young lady of the Su family get along with her sisters-in-law and the wives of the clan members in the future?"
Women love to compare and be jealous the most. By doing this, the youngest son is simply making enemies for his future daughter-in-law.
Zhao Lan smiled slightly, "Father, you worry too much."
"Alan..."
Seeing that his father couldn't stop his anger, Zhao Lan had no choice but to say, "Father, I have already informed His Majesty before doing this."
He was puzzled as to why a peaceful and reserved emperor would allow his son to act so high-profile. "How is that possible?"
Zhao Lan said, "If my father doesn't believe me, then I can't do anything about it. Anyway, I have already informed the emperor."
King Jin was suspicious.
Zhao Lan stood up and said, "Father, the wedding day is coming soon. I still have a lot of things to do, so I'll take my leave now."
After his son left, King Jin's eyes kept following his son's back. Obviously, he was the youngest son and he didn't have many expectations for him. He just hoped that he could eat and drink happily all his life. He didn't expect that among all his sons, the most capable one is now his youngest son.
It wasn't even October yet, but it was already so cold that thin ice formed everywhere. Mao Ya came in from outside and rubbed her hands in coldness, "Second Madam..."
Su Ruojin and Zhao Lan got married, and everyone else made themselves busy, except Su Ruojin herself. She sat on the couch, roasting charcoal fire, reading a geography book, and eating a pear to reduce heat and moisten her throat.
Hearing Mao Ya calling her, she looked over at her and asked, "Is the temperature outside dropping again?"
Maoya nodded, "Yeah."
Since September, the weather has been as cold as October in previous years. Now October is as cold as the twelfth lunar month. This reminds her of a dynasty in history that encountered a Little Ice Age. Could it be that the Dayin Dynasty also encountered one?
He stopped eating the pear and quickly sat up, "Sister Ya, is the young prince still giving out red envelopes?"
Mao Yatou nodded, but was puzzled, "Don't you dislike the young prince being so high-profile?"
"Did he listen?"
Of course not.
Zhao Lan is not a high-profile person, and he always listens to her advice, but he didn't do so this time. Why?
"Sister Ya, I want to see the young prince."
"ah?"
The wedding is in six days, it would not be appropriate to meet again.
"It's something important."
Suddenly, Su Ruojin seemed to understand why Zhao Lan was so high-profile, but this was just her guess. She had to meet him. "Go quickly."
"Yes, Second Lady."
Su Ji's shop also started selling at half price today to congratulate the young owner on his wedding, which attracted many people to line up for free breakfast.
It was obviously very cold that day, but the people in line were very enthusiastic. They ate their hot breakfast and chatted while waiting.
"I heard that Prince Zhao's wedding will have three days of fireworks, and the whole city will be set off."
"Is this true? Isn't it as lively as the Lantern Festival?"
"Of course it's true."
"The capital city is really lively this year."
"Of course not. I heard that Prince Zhao had delayed getting married until he was 24 in order to wait for Madam Su to grow up. Now that he has finally gotten his wish, everyone in the world will know about it."
"Ms. Su is so lucky to marry Prince Zhao."
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The carriage rumbled as it passed through the busy city. Xie Qingyu's ears were filled with the sound of people discussing Zhao Lan's marriage. His eyes were cold and his face was gloomy.
Zhao Lin glanced at his wife who was sitting opposite him, pretending not to see him. He was playing with the hand warmer absent-mindedly, half-squinting his eyes and listening to the noise of the street. He had just come out of the palace and passed by the First Embroidery Workshop to pick up his wife and go back home together.
Before getting on the carriage, they were a loving and happy couple. After getting on the carriage and lowering the curtains, they were just the two of them, like strangers, going about their own business.
Zhao Lin thought to himself, he knew Zhao Lan a little bit. He usually handled things in a low-key manner, but suddenly he made a big fuss about his wedding and made it known to everyone. Was it really because he liked the young lady named Su?
It is true that we were childhood sweethearts, but if you send red envelopes for nine consecutive days, aren’t you afraid of the one above you… No matter how you think about it, it feels wrong…
Suddenly, the carriage stopped abruptly.
The steward shouted, "What's the matter?"
"I have something to report to the master."
After a while, the curtain was lifted, and the person in charge hurried forward and said, "My lord, Su Ji's cotton products have been shipped to the capital and are now on sale."
Zhao Lan has tried cotton-padded clothes, cotton-padded jackets and cotton-padded quilts. Apart from fox fur, these are the best things to keep out the cold. The weather is so bad this year, but Zhao Lan and Su Er Niang got there first. No wonder they sent out red envelopes for nine days in a row. They must have made a fortune.
He asked with a calculating look on his face, "What's the price?"
"My Lord, the price is low, so I'm in a hurry to report. Should we buy them out?"
Cheap?
"How many?"
"A warm coat is divided into three categories: thin, medium, and thick. The thin one costs 88 wen, the medium one costs 150 wen, and the thick one costs 300 wen."
Eighty-eight? It is said that Zhao Lan's thinnest red envelope is eighty-eight coins. Is it such a coincidence?
In a small restaurant diagonally opposite the Xiangguo Temple, Zhao Lan and Su Ruojin sat at a table at the door, eating dumpling soup while watching the people who received red envelopes stop to go to the shops nearby. The weather was too cold, so they all went to Pingyifang shop to buy jackets.
"What a coincidence! I got a red packet of 88 yuan, just enough to buy a coat." The middle-aged man, feeling that he had gotten a bargain without spending any money, put on the coat and immediately felt warm: "Hey, it's amazing. I don't feel cold anymore after putting it on."
Those who didn't think the shroud was strange heard his words and walked into the shop suspiciously, "Give me one too." They looked as if they were saying, "If you're not warm, I'm going to beat you up."
The middle-aged man felt scared when he was stared at by the young thug. He cursed, "It's your choice to buy it or not." Then he ran away before the young thug could hit him.
Zhao and Su withdrew their gazes.
Su Ruojin asked, "The weather is so cold, what has the Tianzuojian predicted?"
His A Jin is just smart.
Zhao Lan reached out to warm the young lady's hands, "Yeah."
"Your Majesty originally wanted to use the happy event to relieve this damn cold weather?"
She guessed right again.
"But the real practical thing is the cotton-padded jacket." Zhao Lan looked at the young lady in front of him affectionately, "Ajin, you have done a great service for Dayin this time."
Su Ruojin quickly stopped him, "Brother Jin, don't say that. The weather is cold this year, but the cotton of the entire Songjiang Prefecture also helps the entire Dayin Dynasty. Only a small part can enjoy the warmth brought by the cotton."
"That's quite good," Zhao Lan said. "Next year, His Majesty will vigorously promote cotton."
That's good of course.
Su Ruojin also hopes that everyone has something to keep warm and spend the cold winter in warmth.
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