"Auntie, don't worry, don't listen to Zhuzhu's nonsense."
"Although I live in your residence, your family is not the only one in the residence, there are other people as well."
Ran's father said curiously.
"Mansion? Of course it's Lord Wu An's family. How could there be anyone else? Besides, you're not his guest, so how can you live there?"
Ran Mingyue was almost crying. She felt that she was getting darker and darker, and she glared at the pillar in shame.
Zhuzi immediately shrank his head, feeling like he was getting angry.
"You don't know that your mansion is so big that it is almost as big as a village. There are hundreds of slaves in it."
"Not only does he make delicious food on time every day, but he also has a dedicated doctor to take care of his body, and his servants clean the house, sprinkle water and pour starch, and wash the clothes. Many of his people live in the king's mansion with their families."
"For example, the braver Fei Lian, of course, can feed himself and the whole family is not hungry. And Wen Xinjun, that is a big family. Your Majesty never said anything. It is naturally more convenient for me to live there alone. If I open a mansion alone, I’m afraid I’ll be too busy.”
Ran's father looked at Zhu Zhu, who immediately nodded. As Ran Mingyue's soldier and fellow villager, he naturally lived there. In fact, Mingyue's words were not complete.
The main reason is that the atmosphere is good, there are many people and the most important thing is that the facilities inside are very complete. For taking a bath, washing your face, etc., you only need to turn on the switch, and hot water will be supplied in a quarter of an hour or two.
Your Majesty didn't say it, but Zhang Xiaoniang said that if she opened another mansion, she wouldn't have time to get these things from scratch. One or two would be fine, but more would be troublesome.
Ran Mingyue would never trust others to install things involving electricity, as this could electrocute people to death.
Ran's mother touched her bloated belly and sighed.
"Mingyue, if possible, it would be good to give Teng to Wu Anjun."
"Pa~!"
Ran's father immediately slammed the table with an angry look on his face.
"How can I, the daughter of the Ran family, get along with others? Besides, he is not a good match for a high-ranking official."
"Dad, what are you doing now? How could I be with your lord? Your lord has always treated me as a man."
After a pause, Ran Mingyue said in shock.
"So far, except for Zhang Xiaoniang, I have never seen anyone who deceived you and got a good ending!"
Father Ran frowned.
"Are you his confidant?"
Ran Mingyue thought for a moment, then shook her head, "I don't know, no one can guess your Majesty's thoughts!"
Ran's father's back was a little bumpy. These things were beyond his ability to deal with, but as a father, he had to do something.
A person who was originally honest and honest, he brought his life's little thoughts to the extreme.
"When do you plan to go back?"
Ran's father asked.
Ran Mingyue thought for a while and asked towards the pillar, "How long have we been here?"
"It won't be more than a month, but your Majesty said you can decide on your own time for bathing."
Ran Mingyue nodded, of course he did not take this sentence seriously. If others give you face, you must give it to yourself. Otherwise, it is shameless to give face, which is not the way to be a minister.
"Then we'll go back in a day or two and make up a month."
Ran's father nodded, and everyone started talking again. It was as if the words about Wu Anjun had never appeared before.
At night, when everyone fell asleep, Ran's father began to search for some things in his warehouse alone. After working for an hour, he found big boxes one by one.
Ran's mother held her big belly with a strange look on her face.
"It's so late, what are you doing? Why don't you go to bed quickly."
Father Ran smiled.
"I got the best silk in the house."
Ran's mother was shocked.
"What are you doing with those things? That's the dowry for your daughter."
Purely handmade things naturally have good and bad qualities. The best silk is also made by people. Different craftsmanship will lead to different products.
As a famous silk shop in Wufeng County, there must be good products at the bottom of the box. Some of the silks and satins were made when Ran Mu's master was still alive.
Not to mention the excellent condition, the sewn patterns are all lifelike.
The most common thing about silk is dyed, bare satin.
But some show off patterns, and these are obviously more expensive.
As for those who showed off the patterns, if they are ordinary embroiderers, what they weave is level one, then what the Ran family embroiderers weave is level two, and the top ones can even reach the top level of level two, and those who can enter level three are unlimited. degree.
Ran Mu is one of the few embroiderers in Wufeng County who can weave at the third level. However, embroiderers are more demanding on their age. As they get older, their hands and feet will inevitably become a little inflexible, which will affect the quality.
As for Ran Mu's master, he is a fourth-level existence, infinitely close to the fifth level. There are only a handful of such people in the entire Central Plains, not to mention Wufeng County. Even if there are any, they are probably rejuvenating the country.
After all, when it comes to sericulture and weaving, southerners have an advantage, while northerners are lagging behind.
Judging from this quantitative data, we can see how terrifying the stuff at the bottom of the box is.
Generally, high-quality products at the third and fourth levels will hardly be sold. If there is too much inventory, only the inferior ones will be sold after comparison.
This kind of thing is generally not used by scholar-bureaucrats. Most of them are used for gifts or rewards from kings and officials.
In addition, silk can be used as official salary, so there is no need to worry about sales.
"dowry?"
Father Ran sneered.
"How can my daughter get married now? Her military position has been registered with Chaoxian. As a general, no matter where she goes or when she comes home, she will get some attention."
"I plan to give these things to Mr. Wu An, so that if something happens one day, there will be some room for relaxation."
Ran's mother looked sad, and after a long time she let out a long sigh.
"Take them all, take my master's works as well. If you are exposed, it would be good to buy your daughter's life."
Now it was Ran's father's turn to be surprised.
"Are you crazy? Those things are for family heirlooms. If you give them away, what will the next generation of our family do?"
Ran's mother touched her belly, her face full of sorrow.
"If you offend Mr. Wu An, there will be no next generation. I'm afraid the whole family will be punished."
For a moment, both of them were silent.
Lord Wu An's name was not only bestowed upon him, but more importantly, it was earned with human lives.
Only Ran's father, who has been on the battlefield, knows that in every battle, there will be rivers of blood and mountains of corpses everywhere, even if the opponent is the enemy.
"Okay, let's do it this way. By the way, Mingyue said last time, what color does Mr. Wu An like?"
"She said that Mr. Wu An likes black, red and purple. Are you so confused that you can't remember this?" Ran's mother said somewhat reproachfully.
Father Ran nodded and started a new round of shipment, completely filling several large boxes.
After two days passed, Ran Mingyue looked at the four or five large boxes at the door with a confused look on her face.
"Dad, is this a specialty from my hometown for me? I can't finish it."
Father Ran smiled and said, "Last time Mr. Wu An gave our family a lot of money and tonics. Your mother is in good health because of the tonics she took."
"Then we also need to give some gifts in return. There is not much in Wufeng County, except silk. These can be regarded as our thank you gifts."
Ran Mingyue shrugged. She didn't take it to heart at all. The clothes you often wear are silk and other precious things, and your favorite is Sichuan brocade.
She habitually opened the box. When she saw what was inside, she was stunned and looked at her parents in disbelief.
"Daddy, Mom, are you crazy? This, this is your baby?"
Father Ran said in a deep voice.
"My father is not very capable. Your current situation is also caused by your father. We are just your daughter. We hope to send more good things to Mr. Wu An, just in case..."
"If something comes out one day, I hope he can spare your life for the sake of these things."
Ran Mingyue's tears fell down in a flash.
On the battlefield, he was the commander-in-chief in charge of the entire army. As soon as he returned home, he became a daughter and became more emotional.
"Dad, these things are the hard work of you and my mother all your life. Now that my mother is pregnant, you can give them to your brother or sister when they are born."
"Nonsense, you have the final say. Hurry up. Xiumu will come back soon, you know?"
Ran Mingyue wiped her tears, looked at her father's stern face, and nodded sadly.
"knew."
She knew that her father usually seemed like a good person due to his temper, but he was very stubborn and would not easily change his mind about the things he decided. Often, once a decision was made, it would be difficult for this kind of person. Even the cow can't be pulled back.
It is probably this stubbornness that made him one of the top dyers in Wufeng County! ! !
After Ran Mingyue got into the carriage, she waved to her parents and set off.
Every time she goes home, she almost always takes Zhuzi with her. She never takes any of her personal guards with her, for fear that her identity will be exposed, and she lets the personal guards go home to reunite with their relatives.
When the guards heard about such a good thing, they naturally accepted it happily. Although they were afraid that something would happen to Ran Jing, they reluctantly and happily agreed under his strong request.
After the two left Wufeng County for a while, Ran Mingyue began to take care of her appearance.
She took off her bun, got a man's hairstyle, put on a crown, washed off the rouge on her face, and removed the earrings on her ears.
A delicate beauty suddenly became heroic, even with some majesty.
"General, can this continue?"
When Ran Mingyue became Ran Jing, Zhuzi's name also changed. At home, he was called Mingyue.
Ran Jing took a deep breath, his eyes firm.
"What's wrong? You've been walking this road for so long, why don't you go on it?"
Zhu Zhu nodded, "That's right. I hope I won't be discovered for the rest of my life, but..."
He hesitated for a moment and looked a little weird. After all, some things were difficult to hide, even if he moved.
