Wen Shu smiled: "Who cares who he marries?"
She poked Yingbao with her arm and said, "Hey! Tell me about Jingzhou. How did you drive away the barbarians?"
Ying Bao scratched her head: "We didn't drive them away, it was Chu Yan, my master, and Xiao Mo were there too. Do you know Chu Yan? He's Sister Chu Chu's brother."
Wen Shu shook his head: "I don't remember clearly."
Ying Bao looked at Wen Shu embroidering and suddenly asked, "Sister Wen, do you have a favorite husband candidate?"
Wen Shu blushed, "What do you mean by like or not? Don't talk nonsense at such a young age."
Ying Bao said seriously: "I am telling the truth. You are already sixteen this year. Master must be looking for a good candidate. Why don't you tell me and I will discuss it with you."
In her previous life, she lived in Luzhou Prefecture and Qinchuan County for many years and knew the details of many wealthy families.
Some families seem to have strict family education, but none of their children and grandchildren are successful. Some of them are addicted to prostitution or gambling. Some have violent tempers, and maids and concubines are often carried out of their homes and die of illness.
If Sister Wen meets a family like this, she would be in hell.
I also feel guilty.
Because it was she who ruined the marriage between Sister Wen and Xiao Chengjun. To be honest, Xiao Chengjun seemed to be a little better than those scum. At least he was in a high position, did not beat his wife, and never let his favorite concubine climb over the mistress.
In the short term, Xiao Chengjun is indeed an admirable young talent.
Wen Shu hesitated for a while, and finally named a few families, all of whom were of similar family background to hers.
Yingbao asked where these people lived and found out that there was one family she didn't know, and the rest were useless.
So she told the truth and pointed out the problems in these households.
The mistress of a household was very strict. She tortured her three sons' wives to the point of going crazy, committing suicide, and one even secretly ran back to her parents' home and never returned.
Her three sons were surprisingly very filial and would rather not have a wife than disobey their mother.
There were two other families, one was a homosexual who liked young prostitutes, and the other was lustful and raped all the slightly pretty maids in the house.
Wen Shu didn't care after hearing this: "These families were brought together by matchmakers, but my mother didn't agree. After hearing what you said today, it's even more impossible for it to happen."
Yingbao was relieved, and then Wenshu asked curiously: "Yingbao, how do you know these things?"
Yingbao was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "I am an Onmyoji now, I figured it out with just a little calculation."
Wen Shu expressed his disbelief and teased with a smile: "Then calculate your own marriage fate."
Ying Bao shook her head and said, "I calculated with my fingers and I know I will never get married in this life."
Wen Shu chuckled: "Silly talk, I don't think you will get married in the future."
"No!" I'm not sure if I can live past the age of twenty-one. Wouldn't it be nice to spend more time with my parents
"What are you talking about? Why are you so happy?" Wen Hengyin came in from outside and bowed to Yingbao seriously. "Sister Yingbao."
Yingbao quickly stood up and returned the greeting. "Brother Wen."
Wen Hengyin is now thirteen years old, and is only slightly taller than the ten-year-old Yingbao. He looks much more honest and steady than when he was a child. "My mother told me to tell you to stay for dinner tonight. She asked the nanny to make your favorite fried prawns."
"Oh." Yingbao nodded.
After saying this, Wen Hengyin went out without asking any further questions.
Wen Shu smiled and said, "My younger brother is working hard now, and he even said he wants to take the exam to become a scholar." In fact, for a family like theirs, it is most convenient to take the medical exam, but his younger brother is determined to take the exam to become a scholar, and if possible, he would like to take the exam to become a juren, and later find a way to be a candidate for a county magistrate.
"It's good to take the examination to become a scholar. With the honor in hand, no one will dare to bully you when you go out." Even robbers would not touch the scholars taking the examination.
The two chatted for a while, and the nanny had already prepared the meal.
There were sauced fish, fried shrimps, sweet soup stewed with soapberry rice and golden ear, stir-fried pork liver with spinach, stir-fried amaranth, grilled lamb chops, a plate of cold cakes, and a plate of stir-fried sour beans with dogwood, a total of eight dishes on the table.
The fish and shrimp are bought at the market outside the village. The refugee children go to the river every day to catch fish and shrimp, and sell them at the market to earn some pocket money.
While eating, Yingbao discovered that there were two tables, one for men and one for women.
Master Zhou Wuchang, Mr. Wu, Li Xu, his grandfather Old Man Jiang, Chen clan leaders Chen Fu and Chen Sanyou, and two senior brothers were also there.
There were not only women at the women's table, but also Wen Hengyin, Jiang Jie, Jiang Wu, Yuan Bao and Hu Zi, as well as Wei Zhan and others, plus Madam Wen, Aunt An, Ying Bao and Wen Shu, a total of ten people.
Mrs. Wen also took out the rice wine she brewed herself to entertain the guests.
During the meal, Wei Zhan squeezed next to Ying Bao and kept peeling shrimps for her.
Mrs. Wen took a look and then turned her gaze to her son.
Silly and stupid, he just buried his head in eating, as if he didn't see anything.
Seeing that Wei Zhan was peeling shrimps for Yingbao and didn't even bother to eat himself, Hu Zi couldn't help but say, "You can eat the shrimps with the shells, like this..." He picked up a shrimp and put it in his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.
Wei Zhan didn't even look at it and continued to peel the shrimp, saying, "Eating it with the shell will hurt your spleen and stomach."
Tiger:...
Yingbao ate the peeled shrimps contentedly and said nothing.
Just think of it as Wei Zhan paying off his debt in his previous life. He had suffered a lot from him back then, and now he can finally get back at him.
After dinner, Yingbao and her brother said goodbye to Mrs. Wen and went home.
Chunniang and her husband had also eaten and were waiting for their children to come back.
Jiang Sanlang sat on the chair with a big move, staring at Jiang Wu with a sharp gaze: “Come here!”
Jiang Wu instinctively wanted to slip away, but he forced himself to hold back.
Jiang Sanlang picked up the bamboo stick, grabbed his son and spanked him hard on the buttocks several times.
Jiang Wu knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't say a word and let his father beat him.
Yingbao quickly pulled her father back and said, "Dad, just hit him twice."
Jiang Sanlang then threw down the bamboo stick and asked angrily, "Do you know where you went wrong?"
Jiang Wu lowered his head and said nothing.
He doesn't think he's wrong.
But thinking of his sister taking the risk with him, he said, "I shouldn't have taken my sister with me."
Jiang Sanlang almost laughed out of anger.
"Let me ask you, when you left, did you ever think about your parents, sisters and brothers? Dad is not a cold-blooded person, but you are still young, so you should do everything within your ability."
"I understand, Dad. I will think carefully before doing anything next time." Jiang Wu said with his head down.
Chunniang pulled her son over and touched his head: "Your father beat you because he was angry. He was afraid that you would fail to save people and lose your life instead. Think about it, how old are you and Huzi? What help can you provide in such a place? Others will have to send people to protect you. Isn't it a burden?"
Jiang Wu wanted to retort that he and his sister Hu Zige were not a burden.
They helped a lot, and my sister saved many seriously injured and dying people. Later, many people called my sister the Little Heavenly Master.
But when I saw the bamboo sticks on the ground, I had to keep silent.
Seeing her son's stubborn face, Chunniang sighed and continued, "If your father hadn't asked Master Zhou for help, how could you and Huzi have come back?"