"Don't tell grandpa?" Qiao Wei asked coolly, suppressing the bursting energy in her heart.
"Your grandfather?" Qiao Zheng's face was a little dazed.
Qiao Wei picked up a pen and wrote Shuanzi's name: "Yao Wang, isn't my mother the daughter of Medicine Valley?"
Qiao Zheng said: "No, Yao Wang was defeated by your mother. Your mother tied him up and married him as his daughter."
this is okay too? !
"Who is my mother?" Qiao Wei became more and more curious about the mother who had never masked her face.
Qiao Zheng thought about it seriously: "I don't know."
Qiao Wei: "..."
You don't even know who my mother is, so you just married her. Are you not afraid that she is a murderer? !
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At the beginning of September, Manager Cui came to pick up the goods. When he saw Qiao Wei, he cupped his hands with a smile: "Congratulations, Mrs. Qiao, congratulations, Mrs. Qiao."
Qiao Wei smiled and said, "Thank you, Director Cui."
Manager Cui was like a spring breeze, smiling so hard that he could barely see his eyes, if it wasn't for his ears blocking his mouth, he might have grinned to the back of his head: "I really don't know how I hugged such a big tree in my business! "
Qiao Wei said politely: "Look at what Manager Cui said, I'm the one holding the big tree. Manager Cui has a lot of contacts, and the business of preserved egg depends on Manager Cui more."
Manager Cui smiled and said: "Where is it? I rely on Mrs. Qiao."
The two of them were courteous and courteous. Enough talking about the scene, Manager Cui restrained his exaggerated expression a little: "Madam's two children..."
Qiao Wei smiled: "It's his."
"Ah." Director Cui suddenly realized, and then secretly sighed, Princess Zhao, you are lucky, you didn't hurt the prime minister's daughter, otherwise your whole family will just wait to drink the northwest wind!
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September is the busiest month for Qiao Wei since she traveled through time travel. She has to prepare for her marriage and make arrangements for the workshop. Qiniang is very capable in handling affairs, but she is a woman after all, so she still has some dissatisfaction in private. Qiao Wei fired the two who slapped Qiniang with embarrassment, and made an example to others, but no one made trouble anymore.
Aunt Luo, Cuiyun, Aunt Zhao, and Er Gouziniang went up to the mountain to decorate Qiao Wei's house. After all, it was a marriage, so it was a joyous occasion. The wife of the village chief came uninvited and brought red paper bought from the town.
Paper was very expensive in the Liang Dynasty. Before Qiao Wei funded the private school, the bamboo slips used by the private school were uniform. Except for the banquet, ordinary people did not easily use paper. Married people only bought three or five pieces. , paste two in front of the door, and a few more in the new house.
The wife of the village chief bought a stack at once, but it paid for her food expenses for several months, but who made her the future wife of the prime minister? She can't be too shabby, can she
A few people sat around the main room and began to cut the characters for happiness. They were all ingenious women, and they quickly cut a bunch of them.
Aunt Luo was overjoyed: "Two on the door, one on the window, one on each door, three sides on the bed, and more on the cabinet and the wall!"
The wife of the village head said with a smile: "This is the most magnificent new house in our ten miles and eight towns!"
Everyone in the room laughed.
The village chief's wife joked again: "Ms. Luo, you are a good person and you will be rewarded. From now on, you will be the prime minister's godmother. I will go back to your grave to see if there is green smoke."
Aunt Luo couldn't help laughing, and punched her (fist).
A few people chatted and laughed, and the time passed.
At noon, someone came to Ji's house, it was Rong's mother.
On the day that Rong's mother and Ji Wan came to accept Zheng, Aunt Luo was there, and Aunt Luo recognized her. It was the first time for the village chief's wife and others to see her. They saw that the other party was about fifty years old, well-maintained, with wrinkles but a ruddy complexion. , well-dressed, and full of dignity, I thought it was the wife of the man's family.
Aunt Luo greeted her with a smile, and introduced, "This is the Rong mother of the Ji family."
It turned out to be the maid of the Ji family, why does the servant look like a lady? The county magistrate's wife is not as strong as her.
Several people are a little cramped.
Rong's mother said kindly, "I'm helping Miss Qiao cut out the happy characters. It's really good."
Her impeccable smile made people feel like a spring breeze, and several thick-skinned village women blushed.
After all, it was just for Qiao Wei's face, and she didn't mean to make friends with a few people. Mother Rong looked at Aunt Luo, smiled and said, "Is Miss Qiao here?"
Aunt Luo smiled and pointed: "In the room."
Rong's mother nodded slightly and went away with a smile.
The village chief's wife let out a long sigh of relief, wiped her forehead, mother, she was sweating from excitement!
Rong's mother found Qiao Wei and explained why she came here: "...the old lady is afraid that there will be too many things on the day of the wedding, so why not move some of them there first, and arrange the little master's house properly, so that I can live comfortably."
To put it bluntly, Mrs. Ji was talking too much about her little great-grandson, and she wanted to show the things of the two little great-grandsons first when she couldn't see them.
Qiao Wei understood what Rong's mother meant, and said generously: "Okay, I'll go and see what I can do."
Qiao Wei went to Wang Shu's room first, and put the clothes Wang Shu didn't wear into the box, leaving only a few sets for change.
Seeing how swiftly she packed things, Mother Rong couldn't even hold her hand, she couldn't help but secretly sighed that she had had a hard time these past few years, otherwise, which delicate daughter would know this
After finishing packing Wang Shu's clothes, Qiao Wei packed Jing Yun's as well.
The clothes of the two children were only packed in a wooden box. Mama Rong was in pain. Brother Liu was in the house, and he didn't wear heavy clothes for a month. The clothes, shoes and socks for him alone took up all the money. a whole room.
Rong's mother picked up a Jingyun shirt with patches on the cuffs, and she almost burst into tears.
Afterwards, Qiao Wei found another box to hold the gadgets for the two of them. Jing Yun’s ones were relatively simple, and they were all books and bamboo slips. , He hid his own treasure chest under the bed, Qiao Wei didn't move, and went to Wang Shu's room again.
Wang Shu has a lot of things, there are only a dozen dolls, each of which is "bruised all over", missing arms and legs, and has lost its head. When Qiao Wei saw it, she sewed it up with needles and thread, and stuffed it in the closet. It can only be left behind.
Rong's mother felt more and more distressed. She had no money to buy toys, and even the dolls were rotten!
Wang Shu caught it.
The golden peacock is also flat!
Hope to relieve stress.
The beads of the golden abacus are also lame!
Wang Shu picked it off.
Rong's mother was holding a box of tattered things (gold) and things (zi), tears streaming down her face.
My little lady is so pitiful, so pitiful...
Time flies like a white horse, and it is the end of September in a blink of an eye.
Qiao Wei spends every day in the workshop and Rong Ji, calm as water, not at all like a girl waiting to be married.
Seven days before the big wedding, the fourth wife and fourth uncle Qiao Bi moved into the villa and brought over a dozen capable servants. Qiniang and Bi'er cleared out the vacant rooms in the small courtyard and let the servants live there.
Among the dozen or so people, there are cooks, maids, mothers-in-law, and servants. On the day of the wedding, they are responsible for all the banquets, things to be moved, and dowry to be counted.
There are many people in the villa, and the happiest people are the two little buns. Their house has never been so lively, even more lively than Chinese New Year, which is great!
With five days left before the big wedding, everything was packed, and all the tables, chairs and benches were bought.
The fourth wife and Aunt Luo went to the town to order the ingredients for the wedding day, and they had to send them up the mountain before dawn.
Qiao Bi has prepared the wedding candies for the guests.
Qiao’s wedding candies are not the kind of candy eaten in the village. They are made of high-quality milk melted with maltose and sucrose, and then wrapped in transparent tissue paper made of glutinous rice, and put into bamboo-patterned candies. Paper package, beautiful and delicious.
The firecrackers are ready.
Some people were also invited from the village to do things, and it was clearly explained who should do what.
Two days before the big wedding, Ji Wan came to the door again.
Qiao Wei glanced at her lightly: "What are you doing here?"
Ji Wan rolled her eyes: "Do you think I want to come?"
Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't come if you don't want to, how hard are you against yourself?"
Ji Wan snorted, took out a book from her arms, looked out of the window, and patted it on Qiao Wei's desk pretending to be calm.
"What is this?" Qiao Wei picked up the book that still had Ji Wan's body temperature and fragrance, opened it, and blushed instantly.
A family of hooligans!
To be honest, Ji Wan didn't want to be this hooligan either, but it was about her younger brother's welfare, so she had no choice but to throw this old face out: "No, just ask me if you don't understand."
Qiao Wei was speechless.
Do you even have to ask? Do you think I watched so many island country films in Modern White? !
On the last night before the big wedding, Qiao Wei and the children rested early.
The candles in Qiao Zheng's room were lit all night.