Cheng Wanmiao returned to the house. The old lady on the bed lazily opened her eyes and asked, "What did he say?"
Cheng Wanmiao lowered her head and replied: "My cousin said... let me find another good match who won't wrong me."
"If he really doesn't want to wrong you, he should marry you!" Mrs. Fu was furious, took out the book from under the pillow, and threw it to the ground!
It was a comic book. Compared with the old-fashioned stories about talents and beauties, the story about the general and the Sirius fairy is more popular nowadays.
"There is no matchmaker, and we will make a private decision for life! Does he think I am a dead person?! If you hadn't brought this book, I wouldn't have known that the outside world had already talked about it like this! This unfilial son!" Mrs. Fu was extremely angry, gasping for air , even his hands and feet were trembling.
Cheng Wanmiao immediately brought the medicine and fed it to Mrs. Fu one spoonful at a time.
After drinking less than half of the bowl, the old lady couldn't drink any more. She pushed it away with her hand and said, "I drink medicine every day and every night, except for the smell of crying in my mouth, there is no taste at all, and I don't see any improvement."
"Aunt, you were so angry that you didn't realize it. I saw that your complexion looked better than before."
Cheng Wanmiao comforted her softly, then put down the medicine bowl, took a preserved apricot from the exquisite clay pot on the table, and fed it into the old lady's mouth.
Mrs. Fu sipped the sweet and sour apricots in her mouth, narrowed her eyes, and her mood finally relaxed a little.
Cheng Wanmiao looked at Mrs. Fu's face and said softly: "Aunt, otherwise... let's forget it? Wanmiao has a low status, I'm afraid she is not worthy of her cousin... "
Mrs. Fu glanced at her and snorted coldly: "You are of low status, and the wife of the Commander is even lower? Without the title given by the emperor, who is she? She is just a lowly woman trying to make a living in the military camp!"
Yes, isn't it just a mean woman to make knives and bows in the military camp with a group of craftsmen every day
Cheng Wanmiao thought of Hua Qingxue's snow-white and shiny face, and felt jealous in her heart.
Isn’t it said that women in the north look the most aged when exposed to the sun? Why is Hua Qingxue's face so tender that she wants to squeeze out the water
Cheng Wanmiao thought again: So what if she looks good? Her hands must be rough! Full of calluses!
"My cousin is deeply in love with Mrs. Si Bing..." Cheng Wanmiao bit her lip, as if enduring the humiliation, "Wanmiao doesn't want to bore my cousin, nor does she want to embarrass my aunt."
"Then you don't want to lose your reputation?!" Mrs. Fu glared at her with hatred.
Cheng Wanmiao was about to cry, "Wanmiao is useless. She can't please my cousin. My cousin is determined to marry Mrs. Si Bing. Wanmiao can't stay as a concubine. I can only hope that Qingdeng Ancient Buddha will spend the rest of her life." !”
Mrs. Fu said angrily: "I raised you just to make you my concubine?!..."
As she spoke, her expression suddenly became dazed, as if she was thinking about something.
Cheng Wanmiao asked: "Aunt, what's wrong with you?"
A smile appeared on Mrs. Fu's lips, and her old face showed a bit of strangeness, "Of course you can't be a concubine, but... other people have wives and concubines, and my son is so old, the Hou Mansion really should accept him. A concubine."
Cheng Wanmiao lowered her head, a hint of sinisterness flashed in her eyes.
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The next day, Fu Tingye rarely found time and went to the other courtyard despite his busy schedule.
The two were having dinner together, and Fu Tingye asked her, "Has my mother been here?"
Hua Qingxue was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
She didn't like to complain, nor would she complain like an aggrieved daughter-in-law, so she didn't say anything. Fu Tingye had heard about what happened that day.
As a son of a man, he couldn't blame his elders. He was silent for a long time and sighed: "I have made you feel wronged. Mother was not like this before."
Although the mother and son are emotionally distant, Mrs. Fu at least understands the truth. However, during the recent period, she seemed to have lost her mind and lost her sense of self-cultivation.
Hua Qingxue didn't want to talk about other people's parents, so she echoed: "Maybe it's because she's older..."
Neither of them wanted to talk more about this topic, so they fell silent and ate quietly.
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Luo Muyu came to invite Hua Qingxue to go shopping.
She has a restless temper. She used to help Lu Zhengqing handle medicinal materials and take care of the medicine garden at home. Now Lu Zhengqing doesn't allow her to do anything, not even touch needle and thread. Luo Muyu can only go shopping and buy. thing.
I heard that the cloth shop on East Street had a new batch of good materials. Luo Muyu wanted to buy some for his unborn child.
"You can also choose something for the general. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to make it. After you have chosen it, you can find a tailor. It will be considered as your wish." Luo Muyu encouraged Hua Qingxue.
Are you picking up some cloth for Fu Tingye
Hua Qingxue imagined that scene in her mind. Fu Tingye usually wears two kinds of clothes, one is court uniform and the other is general uniform. Both of these clothes are responsible for the special official offices of the imperial court. As for what he looks like in casual clothes...
Hua Qingxue actually couldn't think of it.
She was impressed by the shirtless look...
However, she was really bored as she was taking care of herself at home every day. It would be nice to go out for a walk with Luo Muyu.
The two of them went out hand in hand, taking a few maids and women with them.
Today is a nice windless day, with blue sky and white clouds, and the early winter sun is warm and distant.
Luo Muyu's information was indeed very sensitive. The cloth shop had indeed purchased a lot of new goods. Many ladies and ladies were choosing in the store, and the scene looked quite lively.
The shopkeeper recognized that the fabric of Hua Qingxue's clothes was of the finest quality goods, so he knew that a big customer was coming. He greeted them with a smile and led them to the private room on the second floor. Not only did he serve tea, but he also ordered The clerk in the store showed the two cloth samples one by one.
Luo Muyu was a little flattered and whispered to Hua Qingxue secretly: "Maybe it's because of the change of owners. The service in this store was not so attentive before..."
Hua Qingxue was whiter than Luo Muyu, so she believed it when she heard the words, "Well, maybe it is."
The two of them drank tea and selected fabrics. They felt many times more comfortable than the ladies and ladies downstairs who endured the crowds.
After Luo Muyu finished picking out the items for her children, she also selected a lot of good materials for her husband, planning to make some comfortable underwear.
Hua Qingxue originally just wanted to accompany him, but as she watched, she gradually became interested.
Whether it was ancient textile techniques or traditional dyeing and weaving techniques, they all opened her eyes. In the end, she actually chose more than Romulus.
Luo Muyu took out a piece of azure cloth and said with a smile: "Who do you plan to let wear this color? Will it be too young for the general to wear it?"
Hua Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled sheepishly.
This color is indeed too fresh for Fu Tingye.
She just thought the color was very beautiful and couldn't help but want to buy it. It didn't matter, she had two apprentices anyway, and Su Shaowen matched this color very well.
The two picked for a while, and Hua Qingxue suddenly had a whim and asked the clerk: "Do you have a kind of cloth at home, which is very thick, tight, and very wear-resistant... Oh, by the way, it doesn't get wet easily when water is sprinkled on it. Is there such a kind of cloth?" Cloth?"
Because Hua Qingxue bought a lot, the waiter knew that this was a big customer and did not dare to neglect. He replied: "Wait a moment, I will ask our shopkeeper."
After that, he left the cloth sample and quickly went downstairs.
Luo Muyu asked her curiously: "Is there such a cloth? Doesn't it get wet even if water is sprinkled on it?"
"Well... It's not that it's not wet, it's just that it has very poor water absorption. Unlike ordinary cotton, it gets wet when it touches water." After Hua Qingxue explained, she smiled and sighed, "I just suddenly remembered , so ask around, if not, forget it."
After a while, the shop assistant came back, followed by the shopkeeper of the cloth shop.
The old shopkeeper is obviously well-informed and has more experience than the clerk. After Hua Qingxue described it, he immediately said: "Oh! Are you talking about canvas?"
Hua Qingxue thought for a while and nodded, "Well, it's a kind of canvas."
"Canvas is mostly used in the Liangjiang River Basin and coastal areas, and is only used in shipbuilding. People in Shengjing mostly buy cloth for tailoring, so there is no canvas in the store."
Hua Qingxue looked disappointed, "Do you know where I can buy it?"
The old shopkeeper pondered for a moment and then said: "If the customer wants a large quantity, our cloth shop can purchase a batch, but if the quantity is small, I'm afraid the cost on the road alone will be too much."
In ancient times, canvas was a type of coarse cloth. It was thick and bulky, and its price could not be compared with fine silk. If the quantity was too small, the transportation fee would not even be earned.
Hua Qingxue didn't know how much was considered a large amount, so she asked, "A hundred horses, is that a lot?"
The shopkeeper almost fell over!
"Sir, do you want to build a ship?!"
This is not only a lot, I’m afraid I have to transfer goods from the north to the south to make up this number! Normally no one cares about this canvas. Only in the spring and autumn every year when ships are being built, major workshops will make some. Therefore, there is not much inventory now. Who would have expected that Hua Qingxue would ask for a hundred pieces!
Hua Qingxue smiled: "It's not about building a ship, it's about doing something else."
The shopkeeper wondered: "I may not be able to get a hundred horses in the short term. Are you in a hurry to get them?"
"You're not in a hurry, just give me as much as you have for now." Hua Qingxue's attitude was very easy-going, "When the goods arrive, I will send someone to pick them up."
She left the address of her villa and reported her name. The shopkeeper almost knelt down!
"It turns out to be Si Bing's wife!"
Hua Qingxue smiled and left the cloth shop with Luo Muyu.
The two women got into the carriage, and the carriage continued to stroll forward slowly, as if it wanted to continue shopping.
The man on the teahouse looked at it for a long time and smiled playfully: "I didn't expect that Daqi's Si Bing's wife is really pretty. It turns out that the comic strips are not all fake. How can such a delicate flower not be surrounded by a flower protector?" warrior?"
He stood up and was about to go down, but was pulled by another man with a sword at the table, "Your Highness, wait a moment."
The man smiled frivolously and said, "Don't worry, A-Cheng, I won't be rude to the beauty, but I just went up to get to know her."
"Your Highness, you should take a closer look." The man with the sword glanced down expressionlessly.
The Third Highness frowned, a little impatient, but still followed his words.
"... Fu Tingye is very protective of this military officer's wife." His Highness the Third Highness noticed the eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth.
It seemed that Hua Qingxue only brought the maid and the mother-in-law with her. In fact, there were secret guards in front, back and left of the carriage she was riding in, silently protecting him.
There is no doubt that this must be Fu Tingye's arrangement.