Ran Jia's heart became more and more calm, calmly as if this marriage was someone else's, life was someone else's, and she was just a skin, let others manipulate her, without joy or sorrow.

These days, she has never stopped doing her work, trying to numb her mind with her busyness, not to think about it. In her opinion, everything is impossible to change, so if she thinks more, it will only cause trouble, it is better not to think about anything, bury her head in hard work, and things will inevitably turn around in front of her.

Perhaps, it is really not very bad for her to marry Ying Key, after all, she is no longer a slave of the first class of dwarves, and she will also have a small courtyard of her own and a hundred acres of land in Kyoto, a place where water is as expensive as oil and land, not counting the rewards that the masters have not stopped for a few days.

I guess they'll have to add some more.

Ran Jia was sensible earlier, and she followed her master to read and write together, usually dressing and eating without paying extra silver, and occasionally there were rewards from the masters, more than ten years later, there were one hundred and fifty taels of broken silver and a box of small and delicate jewelry pendants, about five or six hundred taels together!

She was a little surprised when she looked at it, and she didn't know how much Ying Key had saved over the years. Later, they broke away from the Qinhou Mansion and only lived on the rent of a hundred acres of land, and she was able to make some female celebrities in exchange for some money to cover her daily expenses.

Ran Jia didn't think about how she got along with Ying Key, just thinking about the days of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, her brows were slightly locked, and now she saw that they were richer than ordinary people, but the silver in Kyoto was not enough to spend. If they have a child, are they not allowed to send him to the school to study, and the annual bundle of repairs and paper, ink, pen and inkstone is a large amount of expenditure. And they won't have only one child, and they can't favor one over the other, right?

"Okay, you're going to be the bride tomorrow, keep these things and embroider them slowly, today, you take a good petal bath and sleep beautifully," Ran Yu snatched the work in her hand and said with a smile: "I just followed Mama Ji back from the yard outside you, not to mention that it is so close to our house, it is only one street away, and you can't use two sticks of incense when you walk."

In the future, when you get married, you will have to come into the house often to talk to our sisters. I'm afraid the master is also looking forward to you to relieve her boredom. ”

Ran Jia smiled and nodded, cleaned up the things in the basket, rubbed her somewhat sore neck, and looked at the house where she had lived for five years with a strong sense of reluctance. She is a nostalgic person, she doesn't like to change her life too much, and stability, especially the days when there is little change day after day, can make her heart feel comfortable. Maybe it has something to do with her earliest memories of being trafficked into bumpy and painful situations.

She doesn't have many things, and the clothes of the subordinates who are uniformly equipped in the house don't need to be brought, and there are only three or four sets of regular clothes, and the rest of the things are listed in a detailed list for people to help purchase, saying that the master is the dowry prepared for her by her mother's family.

Ran Jia only needed to pack up the things that the masters had rewarded and the silver he had saved.

After taking a bath, Ran Yu wiped her hair carefully, talked about the past, and sighed that time passed quickly, they had reached the age of marriage and children, but their memories were still stuck in their childhood and were unwilling to move.

Her hair was dry, and Ran Yu helped her coil it up again, and she would have to toss it again tomorrow morning.

After dinner, Ran Jia went to the main room, Mrs. Qin Hou was lying on the soft chair and talking to Mama Ji about her marriage, when she saw her coming, she smiled and beckoned to her: "Just said you, you came over, how about it, can you clean up?" ”

"If you go back to the master, the slaves and maids don't have many things, but the rewards given by the masters take up several boxes."

"Oh, dare to love this girl who thinks I have rewarded a lot, and I'm tired of her cleaning up," Mrs. Qin Hou nodded her forehead with her hand, and shook her head with a smile at Mama Ji behind her.

"Then the master took it back, there are so many girls outside the house waiting for you to reward," Mama Ji also answered jokingly.

"Master, Mama, just laugh, if you laugh at the slave and the maid, the slave and the maid will not come to the door!" She pretended to be angry and puffed out her cheeks.

"Yes, yes, people with in-laws, where can they still worry about kicking the door of their mother's house?" Mama Ji sighed.

Ran Jia's porcelain white face was full of shame, and she snorted: "The slave and maid can't say that Mama, you continue to say, the slave and the maid don't dare to answer anymore." ”

"Okay, knowing that you are thin-skinned, we won't mess with you." Mrs. Qin Hou covered her lips and said with a smile.

Ran Jia couldn't sleep well at night, so she took the last vigil, lit a candle and read the book to Mrs. Qinhou, chatting from time to time, and by the time she fell asleep, it was already the third watch.

But after sleeping for a while, she was woken up by Mama Ji, and the two of them were about to tiptoe out.

"It's a good day for both of them, and I can't sleep well, so let's just get up. Let Ran Jia dress up in my room, Mama, didn't the Xiang'an Pavilion send a batch of headdresses, you see if there is a suitable girl, put a few hairpins on her. The big girl who went out of our yard can't be overwhelmed," Mrs. Qin Hou sat up, leaned lazily on the head of the bed and said.

Mama Ji should come down, press Ran Jia on the chair, and go to the yard by herself to call the girls and mothers-in-law to get busy.

After Ran Jia washed up, she ate a few hungry donkeys and rolled around, took a few sips of tea, and then was commanded by Mrs. Qin Hou, and Mama Ji personally went into battle to dress her up.

The woman's eyebrows in the bronze mirror are as beautiful as a landscape painting made of ink, without the slightest intention, but it is so beautiful that it can shock people's hearts.

Now her heavy bangs have been combed up, revealing a full and broad forehead, with exquisite and atmospheric makeup, decorating her golden head and face inlaid with rubies, and wearing a red wedding dress, Ran Jia is so beautiful.

There was a trace of regret in everyone's eyes after being amazed, but the groom couldn't appreciate such a beautiful bride.

Mrs. Qin Hou put the warm green jade that she had brought on her wrist for many years and put it on Ran Jia's wrist, "Ran Jia, after you get married, you will be an adult in the real sense, and you will have to teach your husband and children." Days, it's the same as doing business, you need to run it, and men are like noodles, let you knead them into what you want.

So, Ran Jia, your life has just begun, and what you want has to be transformed and polished by yourself.

Of course, it is impossible for people to get along without friction, you husband and wife must understand and love each other, and share weal and woe, then there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome.

Moreover, I believe that Ying Key, he is a responsible and capable man, and he will not let you be wronged. ”

"Master, slave and maid understand, thank you!" Ran Jia smiled and nodded, "When I sort out the affairs at home, I will come to serve you." ”

"Okay, this is your home, you can come whenever you want," Mrs. Qin Hou responded, and stuffed a heavy bag of golden melon seeds into Ran Jia's hand, and whispered: "When you go outside, don't be reluctant to eat and wear like before, gold and silver are earned for flowers." If a woman is not kind to herself, where can she expect a man to cherish her? ”

Ran Jia squeezed the bag of golden melon seeds tightly, turned around and made a big salute to Mrs. Qin Hou, her forehead was on the ground, and her voice was choked: "Master, in the future, Ran Jia can't serve in front of you day and night, you have to take care of yourself, if you want to be a slave, you can send Ran Yu to the house to say goodbye." If you want to eat, the slave will buy it for you, or make it for you. In the future, your clothes will be prepared for you by the slave maid every year, and the storage is the latest style in Kyoto. ”

"Okay," Mrs. Qin Hou responded with a sour nose, she held the person up with both hands, took the apple from Mama Ji's hand and stuffed it into Ran Jia's hand, heard the sound of kissing outside the door, and took the red head cover from Ran Yu's hand and brought it to Ran Jia herself.

Ying Jian was wearing a wedding dress sewn by Ran Jia herself, the clothes were extremely suitable, and the fine tailoring perfectly set off his long and straight figure. The red reflected his bronzed face and dark eyes, and his whole person was less intense than before, with more gentleness and joy.

Next to him was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old servant, and behind him was a group of guards who followed Hou Ye from birth to death and carried a sedan chair.

Mrs. Qin Hou asked Mama Ji to prepare a very complete dowry for Ran Jia, not only all kinds of daily necessities, clothes, bedding, wooden barrels, bath barrels, grandchildren's buckets, etc., but also some unconventional gold and silver jewelry, embroidery handkerchiefs, cloth, and even a grandmother, two dowry girls, four rough mothers-in-law, and two errand boys.

Mrs. Qin Hou personally sent Ran Jia to the door of the sedan chair, holding Ran Jia's hand with one hand and holding the sleeve of Ying Key's coat with the other, so that the hands of the two of them overlapped, "Ying Key, our Ran Jia will be handed over to you." This is the daughter-in-law you have been asking for in your heart, and you will be with you for the rest of your life, and you have to take good care of it. ”

Ying Jian lowered his eyes, held Ran Jia's smooth and tender hand tightly, he pulled the corners of his lips to reveal a very shallow arc, nodded and responded in a deep voice: "Madam, don't worry, I will only marry her alone in this life, and there will be no one else!" ”

Mrs. Qin Hou was very relieved to hear this, although it was said that in the poor family, the man also had only one bad wife, but all the men in the family who had more than ten acres of land had crooked thoughts and wanted to ask for one more concubine. It seems that sitting on the blessings of Qi people is a manifestation of status and wealth for them.

This situation is even more common in Kyoto, except for those families whose heirs have been persecuted and almost cut off the incense, and the ancestors have imposed a hard rule, such as the husband and wife Qin Se and the quiet family of the Ming Hou Mansion, she can count them in the face.

Therefore, she is actually quite envious of Ran Jia, who can get a lover and make such a promise.

Ran Jia was also stunned, she has been with her master since she was a child, and she is naturally familiar with those books that have many requirements for women. The world treats women so harshly, she can't struggle with the fate of being at the mercy of others, and can only deal with it passively.

She once fantasized that there was no one else between herself and her future husband, and it was only on the farmer who had a few acres of thin yields and three rough crops and did not know how to taste.

She never thought that Ying Key would take the initiative to make such a promise.