When a newcomer dressed in bright red came out, the sky was filled with fireworks and noise outside.
This time Yan San stopped staring at people, and held Ling Qingyu's hand tightly. No matter who came to toast, he would drink two glasses at a time. No rejection, but Ling Qingyu was not allowed to drink.
"Third Master, are you still human?" Someone called out, after drinking so much, why did Yan San's eyes become brighter and brighter
"You son of a bitch, look down on the third master. Come on, third master, let me toast you!"
Seeing Yan San's water-stained marks every step of the way, Yan Qi said to the boy next to him, "Look carefully, to be a groom, you need to learn this kind of skill."
No one answered, Yan Qi looked sideways, and Ying Jiu was looking at the two enviously with her lips pursed, and muttered, "That's right, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to be a groom."
The drumbeat became more and more intense, and Sum sang the blessing song at the wedding banquet in his hometown again.
Even though Yan San's internal strength was astonishing, he couldn't resist thousands of people taking turns taking turns, and was finally poured on Ling Qingyu.
"Who dares to disturb my wedding night! Be careful, I will deduct his salary!" Ling Qingyu hugged Yan San's waist and smiled.
Everyone laughed, seeing Yan San blushing and smiling softly once, this lifetime is enough.
Putting Yan San down on the bed, everyone in the room retreated knowingly and closed the door.
The sky is still bustling outside, and huge fireworks burst into the sky from time to time, adding fiery trees and silver flowers to the starry sky.
The room was quiet, except for the sound of a red candle bursting.
Ling Qingyu took a handkerchief and dipped it in cold water, applied it to Yan San's forehead, then helped him up, and said, "Yan San, come, drink some hangover soup."
After taking a few sips from Ling Qingyu's hand, Yan San's throat itched, he held back again, took the spittoon that was placed aside, and vomited faintly.
Ling Qingyu touched his back and said with heartache: "There are so many of them, if you are honest, it should be as usual."
Yan San took her hand, rinsed his mouth with the hangover soup, turned over and lay on the bed, shook her hand, and said: "Today, even if I die drunk, I will not refuse." Those blessings, today How could he refuse, wishing to say as much as possible.
Ling Qingyu helped him take off his coat and loosened the collar to make him more comfortable.
Yan San's eyeballs kept turning with her movements, the eyes were covered with a layer of mist, no longer the coldness of the past, the skin was moistened with alcohol, and it was red, as if it had a layer of watery light, which made the eyes glow. The body looked more and more alluring.
His eyes seemed to be hooked, Ling Qingyu couldn't help laughing and said: "You're so drunk today, it's better to go to bed early, we'll have a long time to come."
"It will be long in the future," Yan San pulled her, bit her lips fiercely, and murmured, "We must also have candles in the bridal chamber."
"You're still so energetic, come on, get up and have a cup of wine." Ling Qingyu patted him.
There was a cup made of jade on the table. Yan San sat up, picked up the cup solemnly, held one end for himself, and Ling Qingyu held the other end. The two looked at each other and smiled, raised the cup, and sipped it lightly. a mouthful.
Putting the cup back together, Yan Sanyi waved his hand, and the wind passed by, the red candle was extinguished, the window was closed, and even the door latch was put on.
"I still don't believe it after I told you, even if Yan San dies drunk, he won't give you a chance to listen to the corner." Yan Qi smiled at the frustrated men.
"But seeing the third master drunk today, it's worth it."
"Let's go, let's continue drinking."
After the people who were squatting in the corner, those who climbed the top of the wall, and those who were hiding behind the flowers had left, Yan Qi jumped onto the roof, looked at the deserted courtyard, looked at the bright lights below the mountain, and heard the sound coming from afar. Some ethereal singing, buried his head between his arms on his knees.
Yan San was drunk for two days, and when he reappeared, he regained the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were always patrolling the past with coldness, but when he looked at Ling Qingyu, he would In exchange for a strong tenderness and affection that cannot be melted away.
He has never expressed his feelings so clearly, but with this appearance, no one dares to tease him anymore. It is only natural to be drunk when he gets married, but to tease the third master at other times is because he thinks he is impatient. up.
Three days later, after Ling Qingyu finished dealing with the matter, he announced that he was going to spend their honeymoon and went to an uninhabited island with Yan San.
There was no one else on the island, so Yan San cut down trees to build a small wooden house, built a stove outside with stones, made wooden barrels by himself, and went to the depths of the island to bring fresh water to fill the barrels. In fresh water, go to the tree to pick fruit, enter the island to hunt, and go to the sea to catch fish.
Ling Qingyu just lay on the beach and continued to read her book, from time to time, she glanced at Yan San's busy body in shorts.
When the obscenity reaches a certain level, Yan San will lose what he was doing, catch her and fight as a goblin, and after experiencing all the poses on the **** book Ling Qingyu brought, Ling Qingyu took out the Longyang Eighteen Styles .
There is no day and no night, there are only two people between heaven and earth.
In such a hurry, when the hull of the Fengshen appeared in the open sea, Ling Qingyu realized that a month had passed.
Back in Lingjia Village, it was another busy few days, distributing the cargo for the route, and gathering the spices from Sanfo Qizhenla and other places.
"Lam, you guys go to Dazhou again, and after changing the goods, go directly to Zhuluo." Ling Qingyu said.
"I want to be with you." Ram hesitated.
"Well, next year, next year's Zhuluo line, you run for Sanjay." Ling Qingyu looked at the map and said.
"Well, why next year?" Ram asked.
"Next year, let's go to the Cape of Good Hope, let's go to Europe." Ling Qingyu pointed to the location of the map.
"Going to the ocean?" Everyone in the room became excited and asked.
"That is not the place we ran to, and the knights over there are not vegetarians. We will go after loading the cannon on the ship." Ling Qingyu laughed.
"Okay then, count me in!"
"I!"
"I!"
"Okay, okay, when the time comes, let's form a fleet to fight the boss." Ling Qingyu comforted the excited crowd, and said, "Is there anything else you don't understand?"
"there is none left."
"Okay, then I wish everyone a good cup this time!" Ling Qingyu said.
"Yes!"
In mid-February, the fully loaded fleets set off separately.
"Have you thought about it? How much tribute will you bring back?" Ling Qingyu asked the two frowning angels again.
Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi crossed their arms and looked at the inventory. Cheng Jia asked, "Is Dazhou's incense still in demand?"
"Probably not? I asked Ram to bring another batch to dump this time." Ling Qingyu smiled harmlessly to humans and animals.
"Then bring some high-end ones, the quantity doesn't need to be so many, just medium ones." Cheng Jia said.
"Then it's settled like this. We'll set off in five days. Is there any place you want to go, beauties you want to hook up with, as soon as possible!" After receiving the order, Ling Qingyu left.
When the Fengshen returned to Quanzhou, it was March in Yangchun, which is exactly the time of day.
When Fan Ye heard that Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi had returned, he had no time to put on his shoes, so he rode over from Fuzhou on horseback.
If the spice doesn’t come, it won’t come at all. As soon as it comes, the merchants from outside the story will come here twice in a few months, and the price of the incense will plummet. Then, the messenger who has not heard for a long time actually also came back.
Seeing that hundreds of people went out and less than twenty came back, Fan Ye felt sore in his eyes and choked up as he held Cheng Jia's hand.
"Don't be sad, you should be happy that Xuanzhi and I can come back." Cheng Jia patted his hands and said.
"I'm just happy. I thought you two were in trouble too. Your father was already in bed." Fan Ye wiped his tears and said, "This time the Xie family acted so recklessly, we must ask the court to punish them severely." .”
Hearing that his father fell ill, Cheng Jia was a little anxious, and said: "Naturally, we have to do these things, but we still have to rush back to Bianjing as soon as possible to restore the decree. The tribute brought back this time will bother Brother Fan."
Being able to escape from death and get the letter of credence plus tribute, Fan Ye sighed: "It really is the son of Bianjing."
"We were able to escape the catastrophe this time, thanks to the Ling family." Wang Xuanzhi said beside him.
"Really? I'll just say it. Fortunately, you are following the Ling family's boat." Fan Ye said.
"This time the Ling family is also seriously injured, please take care of Brother Fan." Cheng Jia bowed his hands and saluted.
"Naturally, I have always respected the leader of Ling's family." Fan Ye said seriously.
After seeing off the mission here, Ling Qingyu went back to the small courtyard where he hadn't been back for many years, and went to meet Ding Budong.
"This time the price of spices is said to have dropped sharply, but in fact it is only returning to the original level. We have many types, many of which are medicines and seasonings. Dazhou has been using more and more in this regard. These low-grade Some of them are easier to sell on the contrary, and the price has not been affected much, so this time, we kept less than half of the goods that Lamu came over, and sold them through Zheng Xi." Ding Budong said.
Ling Qingyu nodded. Zheng Xi and Cai Jingfang have changed their approach now. Instead of opening big stores in big cities, they have turned to terminal retail. There are many small shops all over the villages and towns, specializing in doing business with the people in the village. You can get a bucket of rice A piece of cloth was exchanged for the items needed by the family, and those large quantities of seasonings and medicinal spices were scattered quietly like this.
"Some tea hills have been newly purchased here on Fujian Road, and they haven't registered yet. What do you think is the head of the house?" Ding Budong asked.
"Yan Qi, send me a letter to Cheng Jia to see if he has left? If he hasn't left, help me make a name." Ling Qingyu handed the deed to Yan Qi and said.
"Yes." Yan Qi took the contract and turned to leave.
"Congratulations to the head of the family yet," Ding Budong looked up at Yan San standing behind her, and said with a smile, "Congratulations to the third master too."
"Thank you very much." Ling Qingyu burst into laughter immediately, and said, "I want him to toast you tonight." Ding Budong was regarded as an old man left behind by his father, and he was also regarded as an uncle.
"Hehe, if your parents know that you are married, they don't know how happy they will be." Ding Budong stroked his beard and smiled. Originally, I had been worried that Ling Qingyu hadn't made any movement at such an old age, but now it's finally healed, and he can have an explanation to Brother Lin.
"We are going to Wuyi Mountain with Shi Fang in a few days." Ling Qingyu smiled, and then got back to business, saying: "Let Ding Dong send those gold and silver to Hangzhou, and other goods that are going there can also be shipped together. .”
Ding Budong nodded, although he was a little confused about why he went to Wuyi Mountain, but he didn't ask.