Halfway through, he remembered something again, and instructed Lao Jiu to carry a bucket of hot water, as well as a copper basin and towels for washing, and follow behind him.

Sure enough, after entering the camp, Zhao Fujin's four daughters had already risen, but because they couldn't wash, they could only stay in the carriage.

The barracks were full of men, and in order to avoid suspicion, they did not dare to go out of the military tent without permission.

It's really inconvenient that there is no one to serve you.

Lao Jiu was very conscious, and after putting down the barrel and toiletries, he left quickly and stayed outside the military tent.

Han Zhen said loudly: "I was negligent, and when I arrived at Dingtao, I hired some maids for you to send." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Thanks."

Inside the incense car, Zhao Fujin's soft voice came.

"Hot water and breakfast are here, and the army will be ready in an hour."

After explaining, Han Zhen turned around and left.

After he left, the curtain of the incense cart was lifted.

Jiang Suyi's three daughters first served Zhao Fujin to wash, and then it was her turn.

They are concubines to marry, and if there are no palace maids, they should be responsible for the palace maids.

Breakfast is still simple, a bowl of millet porridge per person, plus a cooking cake, accompanied by a small plate of pickles.

For Zhao Fujin, the millet porridge is tasteless, the pickles are too salty, and there is a strange smell, as for the cooking cakes, it is even more difficult to swallow, dry and hard, far less soft and sweet than the palace in the palace.

But instead of being like last night, she forced herself to eat slowly.

She is not a brutal character, and she knows that now that she is married, life in the palace has nothing to do with her.

Moreover, a conversation with Fu Qingyi last night made her vaguely understand something.

Since we want to understand the suffering of the people, we must naturally start with daily meals.

Seeing that she was eating hard, Zhao Luzhu proposed: "Emperor, there are still some pastries in the carriage......

"No, you don't."

Zhao Fujin shook his head, and then asked, "Qingyi, when you were at home, did you have breakfast like this?" ”

Fu Qingyi tried hard to swallow the steamed bun in his mouth, and replied: "Emperor Ji said that he laughed, how can there be cooking cakes to eat on weekdays, just a bowl of gruel." ”

"Oh."

Zhao Fujin looked at the dry and hard cooking cake in his hand, and was a little incredulous for a while.

Such an unpalatable cookcake is not eaten by ordinary people on weekdays.

But since I was a child, my father and the gentlemen of Zishantang often said that the people of the Great Song Dynasty were rich, had enough food and clothing, and their homes were full of food.

Zhao Fujin's simple little head was full of confusion.

……

An hour later, the army was mobilized.

After leaving 3,000 soldiers in the military camp to receive the grain sent from Jiyin County, Han Zhen led the army to open the allocation.

In the evening of the same day, he successfully rushed to Dingtao County.

The army was stationed outside the city, and Han Zhen and Zhao Fujin's four daughters settled in the pavilion post in the city.

The so-called pavilion is an official guest house.

These pavilions occupy a huge area, and the construction is extremely exquisite and luxurious, and the Northern Song Dynasty spent a lot of money in order to build these pavilions.

When the Shaanxi transit envoy built the Fengming Post in Fufeng County, he used 36,000 people, and 800,000 yuan of wood and stone alone.

Su Dongpo described it in "The Story of Fengming Station": "Depending on the residence of the guest and all his resources, such as the official mansion, such as the temple, such as the house of the rich for several generations, the people from all directions are like returning to their homes, and they are happy and forget." For the house twenty-four wings, the vast fifty-seven steps, the hall guards the house, the wing is two, and the wall is all around"

The vast area of fifty-seven steps is not that the pavilion is so large in total, but twenty-four rooms, each of which is fifty-seven steps wide.

In ancient times, one step was about one meter five, which shows how big these rooms were.

It is no exaggeration to say that these pavilions built in each county are equivalent to small palaces.

Zhao Song's management of these pavilions was also very strict. Officials are required to register and compensate for damage to public property. In addition, officials are not allowed to occupy the inn for a long period of time, and the period is not more than one month, and if they do not leave, those who exceed the daily limit are sentenced to one year's imprisonment.

And the rooms of the pavilion are not to be able to live if you want to stay, but to divide the grades, the more inside, the better the environment, and the room layout is more luxurious and exquisite.

If it is a sesame petty official below the seventh grade, he can only live in the outermost outer.

"Welcome to the county magistrate!"

Oshisi Ye Mu got the news, led a group of scribes, and waited in front of the pavilion early.

As soon as the officials in the city were killed, Han Zhen appointed Ye Mu, the chief secretary, to temporarily take the post of chief bookkeeper.

At this moment, Ye Mu and the others were fanatical.

The matter of peace talks with Zhao Song was already known to them through Qingzhou Daily.

Although Han Zhen did not build a yuan to claim the title of emperor, everyone knows that he is no different from the emperor in Shandong, only one name away.

"Help me hire eight well-behaved and innocent women as maids."

Han Zhen advised: "Don't take advantage of it, you can pay as much as you want, and come to me for reimbursement at that time." ”

Ye Mu's heart sank, and he said, "Xiaguan Province." ”

"Hmm!"

Han Zhen bowed his head slightly, and ordered: "Go back, you don't need to stay here." ”

"Humble resignation."

Hearing this, the scribes bowed down and left.

Ye Mu's movements were very fast, and it didn't take long to bring eight twelve or thirteen-year-old girls with a thoughtful appearance.

Looking at this group of girls, Han Zhen asked, "No coercion?" ”

"The county magistrate of Qiyu, no one is forced, all of them are innocent women, this is an employment document."

Ye Mu said, handing over a few documents.

Seeing that although these girls were worried, there was no fear or panic in their eyes, Han Zhen already believed it in his heart, and took the document and glanced at it roughly.

Ye Mu took the initiative to explain: "Because of the urgency of picking, and they are all innocent women, the price is thirty percent higher than the market price." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Han Zhen waved his hand and ordered Lao Jiu to give the money.

Leading the eight maids all the way to the innermost courtyard of the pavilion, he explained: "There are four of my wives and concubines living in the room, you should serve as a good life, and when you are paid and rewarded, you will never be missing." ”

"The slave knows."

The maids all performed a blessing salute.

At this moment, Jiang Suyi jumped out of the house.

It was either on the boat or in the carriage, and it suffocated her.

Seeing Han Zhen, the little girl's expression changed, and she immediately put on a well-behaved appearance, and bent her knees to make a blessing: "I've seen my husband." ”

Han Zhen instructed: "They are newly hired maids, you bring them in, and one person picks two." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Thanks."

Jiang Suyi was overjoyed and led the maids into the house.

……

Night falls.

Two big red dragon and phoenix candles emit a bright fire.

After bathing and changing clothes, Zhao Fujin put on the big green wedding dress again.

With a phoenix crown on his head and a xia veil on his shoulders, he sat on the bed in the master bedroom, holding an ivory silk fan in both hands.

On the fan surface, a vivid and dexterous picture of Luan Feng and Ming is outlined with gold wire.

In the Song Dynasty, women got married, without a red hijab, but holding a hehuan fan.

During the marriage process, the woman needs to hold her hands flat, cover her cheeks with a fan, and then take it away from her husband after the ceremony is completed.

This is, but it is a fan salute.

Fu Qingyi's three daughters each held a saucer and sprinkled gold, silver, and red dates and other colorful fruits on the bed.

This is, the tent.

It means that there will be many children and blessings after marriage.

After doing this, the three girls stood quietly on the side, waiting for Han Zhen to arrive.

Time passed little by little, the dragon and phoenix candles were about to burn to the end, and Zhao Fujin's heart sank little by little.

From the initial shyness and expectation, to the final worry and apprehension.

Bang Bang!

The crisp sound of bangs came from outside the courtyard.

Before I knew it, it was the second watch.

Zhao Fujin bit his lip lightly, and his tone was mixed with a hint of grievance: "Husband, he ...... Don't you like me? ”

Jiang Suyi hurriedly spoke: "No, the emperor is gentle and virtuous, with a beautiful appearance, who doesn't love her." The husband was busy with government affairs and was delayed. ”

"yes, I'll be here in a moment."

Even Fu Qingyi, who had a cold temperament, couldn't help but open his mouth to comfort.

"Perhaps."

The corners of Zhao Fujin's mouth swung with bitterness.

Yesterday I was in the barracks, and the conditions were difficult, so it was understandable that I didn't have a cave room.

But now he is obviously in the pavilion......

"I've seen the master."

At this moment, the greeting of the maid came from outside the house.

Jiang Suyi snorted lightly: "The husband is here." ”

In an instant, the grievances and apprehensions in Zhao Fujin's heart disappeared, replaced by shyness and joy, and hurriedly raised the acacia fan in his hand, covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

There was a creak, and the door was pushed open from the outside.

Han Zhen was dressed in a red brocade robe and walked into the back room.

Looking around at the crowd, his eyes fell on Zhao Fujin's body, and he said slightly apologetically: "The soldiers in the army are clamoring to drink happy wine, so they went to the barracks without delaying the hour?" ”

Hearing his explanation, a smile suddenly bloomed in Zhao Fujin's autumn-like eyes.

"Nope."

Zhao Fujin shook his head slightly.

Jiang Suyi stepped forward and guided: "Husband, sit down quickly." ”

When he came to the bed, Han Zhen sat down next to Zhao Fujin, and a faint fragrance of orchids suddenly lingered on the tip of his nose.

After sitting for a while, Han Zhen saw Jiang Suyi and the three of them staring at him in a daze, raised his eyebrows and said, "Flower candle in the cave room, why don't you leave yet?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a blush crawled up Zhao Fujin's cheek along his neck, fortunately, there was a hehuan fan blocking it.

Jiang Suyi explained: "Husband...... Husband, the ceremony is not yet complete. ”

"Oh."

Han Zhen nodded and quipped: "The first time I got married, I don't have much experience, so forgive me." ”

Poof!

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Luzhu couldn't hold back for a while and laughed.

Fu Qingyi and Jiang Suyi were uncomfortable, and simply turned their heads sideways.

Zhao Fujin held up the acacia fan, only to see the phoenix crown beads on her head tremble.

This joke made the atmosphere of the wedding room lively, and finally had a hint of festivity.

Han Zhen was not annoyed and asked, "What are the next steps?" ”

Jiang Suyi instructed: "It's time to fan the fan, and the husband needs to take away the emperor's acacia fan with his own hands." ”

Hearing this, Han Zhen reached out and grabbed the handle of the fan and slowly moved it away.

The next moment, Zhao Fujin's beautiful cheeks, which were slightly ashamed, appeared in front of him.

"Don't move, husband."

Jiang Suyi said, picked up a small pair of scissors, and cut a strand of hair on Han Zhen and Zhao Fujin's heads.

The two strands of hair are tied together like a rope and tied with a red ribbon before being placed in a delicate wooden box.

This is a joint hair ceremony, which means that they will grow old together and never be separated.

In the future, they will live together and die together.

This is the so-called married couple.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, the status of wives was much higher than imagined.

The reason for this phenomenon is directly related to the custom of marrying generously, in addition to the strong cultural atmosphere.

Regardless of whether the married women of the Northern Song Dynasty were rich or poor, they all paid attention to marrying generously.

Song Wenjian recorded: "During the reign of Renzong Tiansheng, Cao Xiu's ancient soldiers, because the daughter was not married, his former bureaucrats raised 300,000 yuan for the marriage of the daughter."

The law stipulates that the dowry brought by a woman is personal property, and whether or not it is shared with her husband depends entirely on the relationship between the two parties, and even if they are separated, they can take it all away.

As the saying goes, if you have money, you have confidence.

It is precisely because of the abundance of dowry, which can be used at will, that the status of the wife is getting higher and higher.

Don't look at Song Huizong's search for compensation in the face of Han Zhen's demand, deliberately pretending to be poor to make money from the people, but when he gave Zhao Fujin a dowry, he was not ambiguous at all.

Aside from the sidelines, the incense car alone is worth more than 300,000 yuan.

In addition, there are twenty carts of gold and silver utensils, jade and jewelry.

After the joint ceremony, it is the joint ceremony, that is, the exchange of a glass of wine.

Fu Qingyi held the tray, stepped forward, and half-knelt in front of the two.

Zhao Fujin picked up a glass of wine and said softly: "Husband, please drink." ”

"Lady, please drink."

The two of them crossed their arms and drank the wine.

After a glass of wine, Zhao Fujin didn't know whether he was ashamed, or if the wine was surging, and his pretty face was dyed with a layer of red.

It's really more beautiful than flowers.

After the ceremony was completed, Fu Qingyi and the three daughters exited the room with interest and closed the door.

Han Zhen said: "It's late at night, let's rest." ”

"Hmm."

Zhao Fujin lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to look at Han Zhen's eyes at all.

Soon, the room was plunged into total darkness.

After a while, a kitten-like murmur sounded faintly.

(End of chapter)