"Bah, bah, bah! When did I say I was going to get married?" Zheng Xiu'e retorted.
Song Che blinked his eyes, "Auntie, don't be embarrassed. Now that you have two children and are pampered, it's time to live a life for yourself. It would be great to find a man to support each other. It just so happened that Matchmaker Wang was here today, so my nephew took over for me. You have made the decision, don’t worry, even though you are in your second spring, you will still have three matchmakers, six certificates, and eight sedans, so I guarantee that I will marry you off in style!"
Zheng Xiu'e was so angry that she stamped her feet, "You bastard, you... you are... you are trying to hurt your aunt!"
"Auntie, what you said is wrong. My nephew clearly has good intentions, just like you do to your sister-in-law, hoping that she can live a better life." Song Che took a step closer and said, "If you really I don't want to part with fine clothes and fine food. Otherwise, I can recruit that old man Wang as my son-in-law. Anyway, my son-in-laws are just like cattle and horses. Given the situation of our Zhou family, even if he is living on a soft diet, he will A hundred yes!”
"You...you, you, you..." Zheng Xiu'e's face turned red with anger, and she could barely stand still by holding on to the wall.
Song Che turned back to Matchmaker Wang and said: "Matchmaker, you have accepted my money, so you can't regret it anymore. Go home quickly and tell your cousins to buy red candles, mandarin duck pillows and quilts to welcome your new wife!"
Matchmaker Wang said "Ouch" and stuffed the money back to Song Che. She ran and said, "I won't be a matchmaker anymore! I won't be a matchmaker for you Zhou family anymore!"
Song Che secretly clicked his tongue, "Tsk tsk... It seems that it is really difficult for widows over fifty to remarry, scaring away the matchmakers." He then raised his head and looked at Zheng Xiu'e: "But don't worry, aunt, my nephew said he would give it to you. If you are looking for happiness, then you will never break your promise. When Matchmaker Wang ran away, I went to find Matchmaker Zhang and Matchmaker Li. There is always someone who can match you."
"You...bastard with no hair at all, you...you...hum! Don't let it go easy!" Zheng Xiu'e touched her chest and ran out of Wutongyu in despair.
After she ran away, Shen Wenjun and Zhou Yazhao couldn't help laughing.
"Hahaha... I can't do it, I can't do it. I'm laughing to the point of tears. This wife who thinks she's an evil daughter-in-law didn't expect to be in such embarrassment today!"
"This is called, 'treating others with their own treatment'," Song Che said to Zhou Yazhao: "Sister-in-law, if she dares to make private suggestions to arrange your marriage in the future, you will also find a matchmaker to harass her. she."
Shen Wenjun chimed in, "That's right, what qualifications does a daughter-in-law with a foreign name whose husband has died have the right to influence the marriage of the old lady's daughter? Yazhao, you are so kind that you let these evil daughters-in-law bully you."
Zhou Yazhao wiped away tears and nodded "Yeah".
"Okay, don't let that evil daughter-in-law disturb your mood. Let's go in quickly and change clothes so we can visit the old lady." Shen Wenjun pulled Zhou Yazhao and ran into the yard.
Soon, the children put on new clothes and walked out of the phoenix rain hand in hand.
Sure enough, Buddha relies on gold clothing, and people rely on clothes. When I first saw Zhou Yazhao's clothes, I thought she was a maid. Now that she is wearing silk embroidered clothes, her beauty suddenly appears, her grace doubles, and her gait is twisted, as if she has never been out of the palace. Miss, you have icy skin, white skin and rosy skin, and a peach-blossom-like face that looks like a beautiful hibiscus.
Whether it was a common problem among men or a curiosity about a mute girl, Song Che stared at Zhou Yazhao and was lost in thought for a moment.
"Doesn't it look good? Aunt Song." Shen Wenjun squinted his eyes and laughed.
Song Che subconsciously praised: "It looks good..."
"Better looking than me?" Shen Wenjun asked again.
"More than you...well, not as good-looking as you, not as good-looking as you..." Song Che quickly withdrew his gaze. It's not that Shen Wenjun is not as good-looking as her, it's just that one is already in the bowl and the other is still in the pot.
"Let's go see grandma."
The old lady believed in Buddhism wholeheartedly, and specially built a "Hong'en Pavilion" deep in the Zhou Mansion, where she wore silk clothes, burned incense, and maintained fasting and food.
There are many people waiting in the lobby of Hongen Pavilion, with different clothes, different expressions and different thoughts.
In the high hall of the pavilion stands a statue of Guanyin with a golden cup, accompanied by four great monks, who are reciting Buddhist scriptures with their eyes closed, which probably means praying for blessings.
There are many futons under the hall. Two middle-aged women kneel at the front, holding rosary beads and chanting along. Every time the monk rings the wake-up bell, they will kowtow to Guanyin and whisper: "The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanyin." Bodhisattva, please help my mother get through this..."
There are two men and two women kneeling on the left side of the hall. One man is a little older, about thirty years old, with a sallow complexion and thin muscles. He coughs from time to time. He feels weak just sitting down and sweats on his forehead. The young woman next to him always has a handkerchief to wipe it off for him. Saliva, wipe away sweat;
The other man was younger, plain-looking, and dozing off. The young woman next to him looked very similar to the sickly man. They should be brother and sister.
Kneeling on the right side of the hall were two young twins, aged 27 or 28, who were naive and rather impetuous. They sometimes beat their backs and sometimes rubbed their legs. They seemed to be very impatient with the prayers.
Song Che, Shen Wenjun, and Zhou Yazhao had already arrived outside Hongen Pavilion. Due to the fact that things were being done in the hall, they did not dare to go in and disturb them, so they had to wait outside the door.
"There are two women kneeling in front of the hall, one is the eldest aunt Zheng Xiu'e whom we met earlier, and the other is the second aunt Sun Chunxue;
The thin-faced man on the left is his eldest cousin Zhou Shijie, and beside him is his wife Ruan Ling; the woman behind is Zhou Shijie's sister, our eldest cousin Zhou Hui, and next to her is her cousin-in-law, the young owner of Tang's shoe merchant, Tang temperature;
The two twins on the right are the sons of the second uncle. The one who picks his feet is Zhou Shaolong, and the one who rubs his legs is Zhou Shaohu. You must remember the names and relationships of these relatives carefully, so as not to call them by mistake. "
Shen Wenjun introduced and warned.
Song Che glanced at the lobby and asked, "Second uncle, third uncle, third cousin, and little aunt, why don't you see anyone?"
Shen Wenjun sighed: "The men are probably too busy with business and can't leave. My aunt is in Jingzhou, and the war is raging, so she probably won't be able to come."
Forget about the daughter who is married outside. As the man of the family, and both of them are in Hangzhou, my mother is about to die, so no matter how busy she is, she should come and wait for her.
It can be seen that the family relationship between the Zhou family is nothing more than this.
A quarter of an hour later.
The last wake-up bell rang, and the four monks packed their things and prepared to get off work.
"Amitabha, may my Buddha be merciful and help Mrs. Zhou get rid of illness and evil, and may she live a long and healthy life."
"The masters have worked hard. This is a small token of appreciation. Please accept it." The second wife, Sun Chunxue, took a bag of silver and gave it to the monk.
The monk said "Thank you so much to the donor" without any politeness, put the money in his sleeve and walked away.
The bulging bag of silver contained not one hundred but eighty taels. It seems that since ancient times, monks have been a high-paying profession.
"Hey, Wenjun is here?" Sun Chunxue saw Shen Wenjun at the door and hurried out of the hall to greet him. She glanced left and right and found no one there, so she asked again: "Wenjun, where is your mother?"
Shen Wenjun said: "Grandma's three-year period of filial piety has not passed, so my mother can only practice morality and observe filial piety at home, so she sent me and my husband to visit grandma."
"Oh? I was wondering before, who is this person next to me, but I didn't expect that he is Wenjun's wishful husband." Sun Chunxue nodded and praised: "Well, well, well, tall, handsome and elegant, and my niece is the best." Quite a couple."
"Sister Wenjun, when did you get married? Why don't you even get a wedding invitation? Could it be that you have forgotten our mother's family?" Zhou Hui and her husband Tang Wen came over and asked with a smile.
"Sister Hui, look what you said, the reason why we don't have a wedding banquet is just... just... just -"
Seeing that Shen Wenjun wouldn't come out for "just" half a day, Song Che smiled and answered: "It's just that the year is unfavorable and bandits are everywhere. If we hold a big banquet and entertain relatives and friends from all over, there will inevitably be safety risks... Auntie, brother and sister, don't worry, you missed it." After this wedding banquet, next time Wenjun and I have an heir, I will invite you to the centenary banquet."
Shen Wenjun nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, the centenary banquet is just like a family reunion."
"Hehehe..."
"What a good son-in-law with a sharp tongue."
"Hey, what's your cousin's name? With such an extraordinary demeanor, he must be a young master from some wealthy family, right?" asked the twins, the dragon brother and the tiger brother.
Before Song Che could say anything, Zheng Xiu'e said sharply, "Song Che, Song Xian's nephew, he is the son-in-law of the Shen family."
"It turned out to be a reverse insertion... uh, a son-in-law."
The bigger the family, the more rules there are and the more stringent they are. When they heard that Song Che was a bride-in-law, many people lost their good posture.
But Shen Wenjun took Song Che's arm and said loudly: "It is my Shen family's fortune that Mr. Song joins the Shen family, and it is also my wish!"
This sound from Song Lang is really sweet to the heart.
