Mrs. Wang is only in her forties, her back is straight, and her head is higher than a rooster.

Mr. Li knew that this time she would inevitably be deflated.

In order to make today's audit yellow, she actually dared to steal the fang card to Wang Shiqiang, the eldest lady was in her heart, but she was afraid that she had thrown this bastard woman into the board boat and drowned in the deep sea hundreds of times.

However, this mother-in-law knew that Ji Qingchen preferred Song clothes, and was arranged by the eldest lady to be the only matchmaker in the Tang Fang, she actually put a lot of thought into it, and asked someone to inquire about the dress of the matchmaker of the Great Song Dynasty.

If it weren't for the two eldest sons, she really couldn't wrap her big feet anymore, I heard that she couldn't wait to wrap her feet according to the strange habits of some big Song women in Song paintings, maybe it would be more pleasing to the eldest lady?

Therefore, she is also a unique character in the Tang Dynasty, she is dressed in a stop in the workshop, with her sharp voice that eats all directions on the sea, I am afraid that she is more attractive to the attention of the Song merchants than the young fishermen in the workshop.

Mr. Li looked at her while scolding, her wrinkled nascent face, and she could see two points of posture, as long as she looked at her eyebrows and eyes, anyone could know her pungency when she was young.

It is said that it was originally an old neighborhood, when she moved to a small fishing village with her two twin sons, he died of illness because his wife died, he was a father and a mother, and he really didn't know how to raise three daughters, and he also had the idea of two families working together.

Thanks to the unwillingness of his three daughters, he didn't marry this money-greedy broken family spirit!

She twisted the brocade sweat towel with blue and white flowers around her waist in one hand, and was wiping her sweat, revealing three gold bracelets on her right wrist, which clanged loudly, and when she saw him look at him with disdain, she immediately spat heavily on the ground, and scolded with her waist:

"What are you seeing?! Don't think that if San Lang doesn't come back, you guys will dare to bully my wife! San Lang is back, and he will never spare you, a hairy old horseman! ”

Her scolding spread straight outside the door, I was afraid that all the residents of Zhongfang Street could hear it clearly, and regardless of Mr. Li's dark face, she turned her head, held the oil umbrella, twisted her butt and went directly to the backyard.

None of the guys in the room dared to stop her.

“…… You go and wait, waiting for the eldest lady's orders. ”

Mr. Li is in this workshop, even the eldest lady has to be polite to him, Ji Chenhu will not be loud to him if he has nothing to do, and the troublemakers only dare to surround outside, he has always only suffered from the evil anger of Mrs. Wang, but he can only endure it, he knows that Ji Qingchen is still followed by Ji Ruiniang and Ji's mother, so he only summoned five or six guys to follow him, waiting for her dispatch at any time.

lest Mrs. Wang sprinkle it and splash it, and a few strong men can't control it.

After the separation, the eldest lady gathered all the accounts of the north and south squares to the Ji's warehouse, and San Lang had thousands of unloaded board boats and hundreds of shop businesses, and there was no shortage of money for normal use.

But his habit over the years is to reach out directly, what he wants to take directly in the warehouse, the back of the accounts are the eldest lady silently pay to make up, and now he is crazy again, with the purchase of weapons, buy armor, secretly outside the fang to accommodate Fusang bandits, pirates, these events cost money like flowing water can't stop, it's not enough to give him a mountain of gold.

So this time, the deficit in their Nanfang is not small, all waiting for San Lang to make a deal and come back to deal with the audit on the first day of the seventh month, but at this juncture, today is the first day of the seventh month, but San Lang was actually taken by the envoy as a pirate.

Mr. Li was alone in the front hall, twisting his beard and pondering:

The person who came was not good, the eldest lady didn't know how to deal with this Great Song Dynasty envoy, with the temperament of the eldest lady, would she go to shake hands with Wang Shiqiang in order to save San Lang?

It's impossible.

"Mr. Lee—"

Outside the door, a guy came forward and whispered two words in his ear, which made him slightly stunned, with a strange look, and asked:

"Wang Shiqiang sent his little servant Zuo Ping to ask to see the eldest lady?"

"Yes, Mr. Li, do you want to tell the eldest lady?"

Mr. Li was puzzled in his heart, Wang Shiqiang obviously had Ji Chenhu's matter to do to threaten, he just needed to wait for Tang Fang to come to the door for help, but now he just turned his face, he actually sent his cronie Zuo Ping to the door to ask for a meeting, which is clearly a sign of weakness and peace......

In the front hall, Mr. Li's accident had not yet entered the backyard, and behind the three-story horse building of Ji's Warehouse, Ji Qingchen had already walked into the small courtyard.

The backyard is still the same as the Ji family's courtyard where she lives alone, with a low slab house.

The five board houses are connected, the wells are dug in front of the house, and the mulberry trees and melon sheds planted on the left and right are just far less green than the small courtyard of the Ji family, because this place is already the center of Tangfang, and it is not easy to see a few green leaves on the salty geology that cannot grow.

As for the small courtyard of the Ji family on the old street, it was built on the remnants of Yazhu Mountain, where the Zhuma Temple is located, and the soil is quite fertile, so that it can grow a strong shade of greenery.

The board houses on the north and south sides of the same are airtight, only the main house in the middle is open, and in the sliding paper partition door, you can see a small, one-third of the height of the floor-to-ceiling green bamboo two-fold Song screen, when the door stands.

The jade-white vanilla mat on the ground is also the same as in the Ji family's courtyard, or many years ago, the three sisters and brothers of the Ji family went to Yazhu Mountain to cut the herbs and weave them by hand.

On the mat, in addition to the low table, low cabinet, and low screen, there are also four or five red Korean silk cushions thrown at random.

Originally, this was also the place where the three sisters and brothers rested when the workshop was opened, but now it is under the name of Erlang, which is his family home.

According to her discussion with Mr. Li, when he comes back from Goryeo, it will be time to finalize the marriage of Ji Chenlong and Mr. Li's youngest daughter Li Hailan, and then renovate these rooms and make them new houses.

The wooden corridor in front of the house, which is three feet above the ground, is also paved with cedar wood.

Because Erlang still lived in the Ji family's courtyard before he went to Goryeo, and he didn't move in a negative mood like Ji Chenhu, so his things were moved except for five or six hundred volumes of books and placed in the north house, and the rest of the household utensils had not been moved.

Therefore, these five rooms are still the same on the surface, and the middle main room is where Ji Qingchen sits and rests, and even a small transparent hourglass placed in the corner of the pillar of the verandah outside the house is also left in place.

It was given to her by Wang Shiqiang, and she used to like the gadgets very much, even the Western glass pieces she bought from the daughter in the Jizhu Inn, which were also exchanged by the Siming Wang family from the Fujian maritime merchants, and then resold to the Fusang maritime merchants.

Under the setting sun, the fine sand in the hourglass passed silently.

She took off her clogs under the porch, lifted her skirt and went to the porch, walked into the house, bypassed the Song Guoqing bamboo half-foot screen on the left side of the door, and knelt sideways behind the screen

The two supporting windows at the back of the house are half-opened, and the sunset is reflected, and a one-foot-high black lacquer tablet is vaguely visible on the long table of low lacquer, on which are written two Yang-style Chinese characters in Song style:

World.

The small green bamboo screen blocks the sea breeze twenty miles away, and the high blue cloth household registers and account books are placed on the seats in the screen, a few traces of sea breeze leak and blow, and the thin and crisp beige household registration pages exude the freshness of bamboo paper, which rolls with the wind in the colorful glow.

On the page, the vertical simplified handwriting is revealed.

On the top page, the three names written in front of the typing are: Ji Qingchen, Ji Chenlong, and Ji Chenhu.

The following is the 216 households that changed their surnames and became members of the Ji clan, followed by the names, ages, genders, family wealth, errands, and marital status of more than 20,000 people in the Fang.

Of course, the three daughters of the Li family and the two sons of the Wang family were all registered immediately after the Ji family, and as for the more than 300 Han craftsmen and more than 1,000 Han craftsmen who moved to Tangfang in recent years, there is another separate record.

She sat on her knees, stretched out her hand to touch the paper, her expression was calm, her fingers crossed the name of Wang Yanfen, the son of Wang Po, and stopped at a few lines of small words that recorded her position in the workshop:

"Matchmaker, register the roster of men and women over the age of 15 in the north and south squares, and guide the marriage of marriageable men and women over the age of 18 in the two squares."

She still remembered that in the five or six hundred ancient Han books belonging to Ji Chenlong in the north house, she once read a sentence:

Matchmaker, the judgment of the world-

Bow and thank you for the 2002 tip, thank you for your collection and recommendation.

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