Xie Yinfeng shyly fiddled with his belt and whispered: "Mom, since my daughter has had this dream, I think she has some fate with him.
If you choose based on family background alone, what if you choose the wrong one?
According to my daughter's wishes, it is better to throw a hydrangea.
Decision.
When the time comes, my daughter will just throw it away and everything will be decided."
Mrs.
Xie Er shook her head and said: "If your nonsense hits a beggar, you will marry me too."
Xie Yinfeng said: "Looking at him, he doesn't look like a beggar."
Mrs.
Xie said: "If you accidentally hit the wrong one, wouldn't you regret it?"
Xie Yinfeng said: "What mom said is true.
I'm not just throwing it away.
Since I know he can draw drawings, he must be not an ordinary person.
Mom went to tell dad that when the time comes, we will post a post and only invite young merchants who are familiar with him to come.
If you choose one of them, even if you can't fulfill your dream, nothing will go wrong."
Mrs.
Xie Er heard that what she said made sense, but she couldn't make up her mind for a while.
Yin said: "This matter is not urgent.
I will discuss it with your father."
Xie Yinfeng said obediently: "Everything is decided by my parents."
Mrs.
Xie Er nodded with satisfaction and asked her to retreat.
The next day, she found an opportunity and asked the second master Xie to come over.
She turned away all the servants, and then told Xie Yinfeng's dream and suggestions.
Unexpectedly, Mr.
Xie Er praised it greatly after hearing this and said: "This is a good idea.
Anyway, you can choose from those families, so you can't make a big mistake.
If it is God's will, Yinfeng's dream was fulfilled, and a good son-in-law was selected.
Isn’t it the good fortune of my Xie family?”
Mrs.
Xie Er was also happy and said: "That's it.
I think if Yinfeng had such a dream, his son-in-law must have some background.
We have to be more cautious, lest we choose the wrong one and come back with an embroidered pillow.
Master, let me see which ones.
It’s appropriate for people to post” Mr.
Xie Er said: "Since we are throwing embroidered balls, of course there should be more people."
The couple discussed and drew up a list according to family background.
That night, Xie Yinfeng found out about this and was secretly happy.
Thinking of Li Hongzao's words, I reminded my mother specifically: "Mom, since it depends on God's will, don't pay too much attention to family background.
If there is someone with a slightly worse family background, give him a chance, maybe give me a chance to thank the Xie family." .
No one is born rich.
As long as you have the ability, you may not be able to get ahead. " Mrs.
Xie Er nodded and said, "My son is right."
Then we discussed with the second master to expand the range of choices.
In this way, those second- and third-rate brocade merchants are also included.
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In the hot summer, the Xie family, a famous brocade weaving family, released a message: On the eve of the brocade weaving conference on June 28, at the Xie family courtyard on Xinghua Lane, Miss Xie will throw an embroidery ball to choose a husband.
The candidates are unmarried children of brocade merchants, aged between sixteen and twenty.
At that time, the young people will enter with the invitation from the Xie family.
When the news spread, brocade merchants who wanted to marry the Xie family rushed to Xiazhao with their young men of suitable age.
Jiang Zhuzhai and Jiang Minghui also knew the news.
However, he didn't react much.
Yes, what does this matter have to do with him?
He was thinking about being dumb.
These days, as the date of the Brocade Weaving Conference approaches, brocade merchants, cloth merchants, porcelain merchants, jade merchants, purple sand merchants, maritime merchants, etc. all flock to Xiazhao.
The city is crowded and prosperous as never before.
The prosperous scene did not fascinate him, but instead made him feel lonely and melancholy.
He seemed to be excluded from this rolling world of mortals, unable to blend in.
All this is because the person beside me is missing.
He couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to see her.
The Brocade Weaving Conference is a grand event for the textile industry in Jiangnan.
Qingya is so good at weaving, why not come and take a look?
This reason is very grand, and Jiang Minghui doesn't think it is an excuse at all.
In fact, he was so lovesick that nothing could stop him.
Even if he couldn't solve the problem before, he also thought of a way to deal with it: "I went to tell Uncle Guo that my mother is very stubborn and doesn't understand the rules of the business world.
This matter cannot be rushed to avoid a dispute.
Qingya was frustrated.
When I found an opportunity, I slowly persuaded my mother to resolve the matter happily, so that I would be more careful with her.
Uncle Guo was a wise man and saw that I was sincere. , will definitely support me.”
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable the reason became, and he wondered why he was so stupid that he didn't think of it before.
It can be seen that love can make a person lose his mind, and it can also make a person impatient.
With the plan in mind, he was ready to take the time to visit Green Bay Village.
However, Jiangzhuzhai's business is extremely booming, with customers flooding the door all day long.
Jiang Laoer's words are clumsy, and he can't sell anything at all.
When dealing with customers who are curious about bamboo silk paintings, he is far from elegant and can be said to be vulgar.
It is obviously not a good idea to let him run the store at this time.
If he is not careful, the reputation he has worked so hard to build will be ruined.
Jiang Minghui hesitated again and again, thinking that if he left for two days, nothing would happen.
Just as he was making up his mind, Xie Yinfeng sent Jinping to find him.
Jinping brought some paintings and asked him to make the drawings according to the pattern, and then weave the bamboo silk paintings to make four screens.
"The girl said, as long as the goods are delivered before June 28th, it will be fine."
He had to design the artwork and was pressed for time.
How could he get away?
If others just pay it back, pushing it back is nothing.
Xie Yinfeng is his regular customer and has always taken care of his business, and he is about to throw hydrangeas to attract a husband.
This screen may be a dowry made in a hurry.
How can he refuse at this juncture?
Helpless, he wrote a letter to Qingya, prepared snacks, tea and other gifts, and gave them to his second brother, who was back to rush the goods, to take them to Green Bay Village.
There was an exquisite jewelry box in the gift bag, which contained a pair of mutton-fat jade bracelets, which he specially selected for Qingya at Zhenbaozhai a few days ago.
It cost three hundred taels of silver, and for this, he also misappropriated one hundred taels of public accounts.
Jiang Laoer agreed wholeheartedly.
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Then after returning, I was immediately asked by Aunt Jiang.
She cut off the letter and other things, and did not allow her son to tell anyone else.
"I don't have any other ideas, just to dry out the Guo family, otherwise when Qingya comes in, they will use this to take advantage of your brother.
It's not good for a man's family to be caught by his wife.
You can't get used to her.
That will happen.
Just draw a picture and it will look like nothing.
I don’t think about who she will live on in the future.
It has been several months and not a single picture has been sent.
This is not a good idea."
The more she talked, the angrier she became, and the more she felt that the Guo family's sin was unforgivable.
Jiang Laoer felt a little distressed when he thought of his brother's lost state.
At first, he didn't know that his brother was trying to be mute.
As time went by, and Jiang Minghui sometimes spoke confusingly, and even called "Qingdu" in his sleep, he finally understood what his brother was thinking.
At this time, after listening to what I said, I felt that it made sense.
He is an honest man who accepts death and believes that his wife should be a man.
At that moment, I left it up to my mother to withhold Jiang Minghui's letters and things.
Mrs.
Jiang proudly collected the snacks, tea and other items, walked into her room with the letter and jewelry box alone, carefully hid them at the bottom of the box behind the bed, and covered them with a pile of clothes.
After hiding it, he was about to close the box when his hand suddenly stopped.
Because I thought: That’s just the letter.
She can recognize the words, but she can’t recognize the words.
What's in the jewelry box?
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