Lu Jing glanced at the mess in the house. The key was that the broken bed had also been dismantled. He would definitely not be able to sleep in this place tonight.
So after that, he could only take Amu into the city to find a foot shop, and spent 20 yuan to stay for one night.
The next morning, Lu Jing didn't even go back to his apartment. He went to the market to buy some dishes, furniture, and a new broom, and had them delivered to his home. Then he went directly to the charcoal kiln.
He left Amu aside to play with himself in the farmland, while he continued to chop wood, while gaining a wave of experience from the Crazy One Hundred and Eight Staffs.
As a result, when he was halfway through the chopping, he saw Steward Ma, who was supervising the kiln workers moving charcoal, suddenly running out of the kiln on his little legs.
And two figures appeared on the small slope not far away.
Lu Jing knew that the man in front of him was the old shopkeeper of the charcoal store in the city. He was leading a donkey, and behind the donkey was a cart, with a woman sitting in the cart.
I saw that the woman was wearing a black veil, her hair was tied up with linen, and she was wearing a burlap suit. Moreover, the linen suit was made of several pieces of linen cloth. It looked quite loose, but it was still stretched in some places. of bulging sacs.
Lu Jing is no longer the illiterate he was nine months ago. He knows that this way of dressing is called zhansei, which is usually worn when a minister is a king, a son is a father, and a wife is mourning her husband.
"It's Mr. Gu and Mr. Wang!" someone whispered.
Then another person lamented, "It's not easy to be the head of a family. Not long after the death of the man, I'm probably still sad. I have to take over the family's business and show off."
"Master Gu has a good heart, but this business cannot be done well by a good heart. Something almost happened at the charcoal kiln some time ago. I heard that the charcoal shop also encountered some troubles... If this continues, I think she will I can’t last much longer, so I still have to find a man quickly.”
"Why, do you have some ideas?"
"If Mr. Gu likes me, I would be willing to ask me to marry him!" the young kiln worker said without hesitation.
His words immediately caused a burst of ridicule from his companions, "Stop daydreaming. If you want to find someone, you must be looking for a well-matched young master. I don't know how many men in Wujiang City want to marry Master Gu back home. Who knows?" You poor, ugly, stupid boy."
"That's not necessarily the case," the man was unhappy and argued with his neck red, "What do you know? The head of Gu's family is now a young widow guarding a large family property. If she marries into a wealthy family, the property will definitely be used by her husband. If the family is swallowed up, it is better to recruit a man as a bride."
But in the end, he was discouraged. He obviously knew that even if the Gu family wanted to recruit a son-in-law, most of the time he would choose one from those down-and-out scholars. Even if he was an illiterate kiln worker who was willing to become a wife, the Gu family would not look down on him. Eye.
While everyone was talking among themselves, they saw that Ma Zhongbao on the other side had already greeted shopkeeper Wang and Mr. Gu. After talking for a while on the hillside, Mr. Gu got off the donkey cart, and then the three of them led the donkey this way. Come.
As soon as they arrived at the charcoal kiln, Manager Ma started shouting, "Please put your work aside for a while. Mr. Gu has brought steamed buns stuffed with mutton for everyone, two per person. When you are full, we can continue working!"
Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this. Sure enough, every time Mr. Gu comes to the charcoal kiln, something good will happen.
The so-called recruitment of a son-in-law was just gossip and had nothing to do with them. On the contrary, these steamed buns were real and stuffed with mutton.
Low-level coolies like them rarely eat meat on weekdays. Even if they eat meat, they only occasionally eat fish and pork, or at most cut into pieces of beef to satisfy their cravings.
Even though the emperor has issued edicts several times not to allow people to slaughter farm cattle, the people actually don't take it seriously. Even in the capital city, there are many meat stalls selling beef with great fanfare, not to mention Wujiang City. The sky is high and the emperor is far away.
However, mutton is much more refined and expensive, and only rich families can afford it.
So when they heard that the steamed buns were stuffed with mutton, many people couldn't help but salivate and swarmed to the donkey cart.
Lu Jing also went. Although he would come to have shabu-shabu from time to time in his previous life and was not as obsessed with mutton as others, the white-haired one would definitely get it.
And the woman known as Mrs. Gu actually didn't care about the smell of sweat on the men's bodies and the black ash on their faces. She just stood beside the donkey cart and distributed steamed buns to everyone in person.
I saw that her delicate hands were whiter than the steamed buns in her hands.
After each person is served, he must say to that person, "Thank you for your hard work. I will have to trouble you at the charcoal kiln in the future."
Lu Jing was also in the queue, and he was about to be sent to him.
Not far away, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves, and then a group of people were seen riding on horseback.
In a blink of an eye, he ran to the side of the charcoal kiln, but his speed did not slow down. Lu Jing thought they were just passing by, but he didn't expect that the young man at the head, dressed in brocade clothes, a folding fan at his waist, and a pair of calf leather boots, shook the reins and let his crotch rise again. The horse made a sudden change of direction, turned around and rushed towards the donkey cart.
A few kiln workers who had just received steamed buns beside the horrified donkey cart threw away the food in their hands and lay on the ground with their heads in their hands, not daring to move.
Just as he was about to hit the donkey cart, the young man tightened the reins again. The horse neighed, raised its front hooves, and stopped suddenly at the critical moment.
The young man laughed loudly and said proudly, "Caiwei, do you think my equestrian skills are great?"
Mr. Gu gave him a cold look, but did not answer at all. Instead, he went to help a kiln worker who was paralyzed by fear on the ground.
At this time, the group of knights behind the young man also arrived. Everyone was dressed in fancy clothes and carrying swords. They looked brave and vigorous.
The young man said again, "Don't be afraid Caiwei. I heard that you are in some trouble here at Tan Kiln. Some dishonest and unscrupulous people deceive you into losing your husband and leaving you alone. No, I brought someone here to help you." Back up, we have to clean up this place and see who is cheating and playing tricks."
"Thank you Mr. Song for your kindness, but I don't dare bother others with my own affairs." Seeing fear in the eyes of many kiln workers, Gu Caiwei had no choice but to speak.
"Hey, I'm not an outsider." The young man jumped off the horse and said with a smile, "You know my thoughts Caiwei. I have already prepared the betrothal gift, but my father is the most old-fashioned and dislikes you. I have been married before, so I can't contradict him face to face, so I can only make you a concubine first, but don't worry, this is just a temporary measure, and I will straighten you out in a year at most."
A rare flash of anger flashed through the autumn-like eyes behind the veil. However, looking at the eight knights behind the young man, the anger in Gu Caiwei's eyes eventually turned into helplessness, and she just said.
"Mr. Song, please... just give me some more time. It has only been less than three months since my late husband passed away, and Caiwei is still mourning. I can't remarry right away. How should others think of me?"
