Chapter 4 Back to the door

The next morning, the carriage from the big house came to urge him.

Baoru also asked Yang about several medicinal herbs and put them in the bag, and hurried out with Ji Mingde. She had never combed her hair by herself when she was young, and she had not tied her hair for a long time. When she got on the carriage, she found that she was still stroking her neck.

There was no one on the street in the early morning, and the horse whip was shaking and slapped the horse's ancestors. After greeting his father, he greeted his mother, and said swearing.

The car was fast and bumpy, and Baoru was tilted around inside, swaying forward and backward, and touching Ji Mingde's shoulder several times.

She woke up early and had not eaten yet, and she was filled with bitterness and wanted to vomit.

Ji Mingde reached out to her elbow and forced a smile to comfort her: "Hold on for a while, it will be here soon."

Baoru also knew that Ji Mingde was in a hurry to send him back to the Zhao family so that he could pick him up with Hu Lanyin. After all, he bought it for 500 taels of silver, which was not as good as Hu Lanyin's lady from the prefect's family and brought a dowry of a daughter of a daughter, so he forced a smile.

The rut pressed a big stone, and Baoru's head almost hit the roof of the carriage, and then fell back on the hard carriage. At this moment, Ji Mingde's hand stretched out from there, held her butt, and slowly placed it in the carriage.

The coachman yelled the reins in front of him, and the broken carriage stopped on the side of the road.

The coachman shouted repeatedly: "Second Young Master, offend me!"

Ji Mingde, who had been smiling for three days, suddenly became angry. He lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car in two steps. He walked two steps on the deserted street, with a handsome face as if it was blue. He reached out to hold Bao off the car, stuffed her two bags into her hand, and looked at the driver who was holding the whip through the horse.

The coachman is a man from a big house and a slave to a rich family. Ji Mingde is the son of a second house and a poor boy. He took advantage of the good thing that the young master of the big house, Ji Mingyi, was able to survive the two houses and inherit Ji Bairuo's huge family business.

The coachman looked down on Ji Mingde a little. After all, even the carriage was taken from a large house when he brought his wife back.

After looking at each other for a long time, Ji Mingde suddenly lifted up his robe and waved it in front of him. When he held the curtain with one hand, his long legs rose into the air, and his feet stepped onto the horse's belly. The horse neighed and roared, and his three hooves shook twice. His heavy body tilted, and he fell towards the coachman like a landslide.

The coachman also saw Ji Mingde when he was a child, but for the first time he saw him kicking a horse over. Seeing the whole horse turned upside down towards him, he turned his head and ran away in fright.

The horse shook twice and ran away with a broken carriage.

Baoru felt that he was so impatient. He was afraid that Hu Lanyin was still waiting at home, so he was afraid that he would kick him like this. He trembled and pointed at the pawnshop not far away and said, "After passing the pawnshop in front, I will turn two more turns to my house. I'll go by myself, you can go back quickly!"

Ji Mingde smiled, his white teeth were neatly tidy, and when he smiled, there were deep dimples on his cheeks, which were completely different from the way he kicked the horse. He smiled gently and harmoniously, but in the early morning light, his white teeth made him look so sarcastic that he was so scared that his hair was as if he was so scattered.

He said, "I have to have breakfast with you and send you into the house before I can go back."

The two walked forward and passed the Liu family pawnshop. Behind it was a breakfast stall, which included hot millet porridge, fluffy oil cakes, and the guagua, jelly and other items that Qinzhou people like to eat in the morning.

Ji Mingde ordered a cake and two bowls of porridge. Seeing Baoru staring at the bright jelly on the chopping board, he asked, "Do you want a bowl of it?"

Baoru shook his head quickly, blew and sucked a bowl of porridge, and stood up and said, "It's getting late, let's go quickly!"

Ji Mingde stared at the oil pancake in front of him, pulled a piece of oil paper from the stall and whispered: "It's inconvenient for me to bring it home, okay?"

Baoru took it, and the two entered the alley side by side and walked to the small house where Zhao Baosong rented it. The ground was covered with water and flies were flying everywhere. A dirty child in front of the door was poking the dirty water with a stick.

She ran up in two steps, picked up the dirty child and shouted, "Miaoer, why are you here?"

This child is Zhao Qingmiao, the son of Zhao Baosong. He is four years old this year. Through the dirty mud on his face, he can see that he looks very similar to Baorusheng. His pointed chin and white face are not as delicate as a boy. He grabbed Baoru's clean clothes with both hands, and immediately there were two stains on it.

Baoru turned around, with a sarcastic look on his face, a pink and white face, and a curved sleeping silkworm with a smile, calling him the little guy a sweet face, and his facial features are all sweet and soft and durable. It is not that amazing and stunning beauty, but it is so sweet that it makes people feel distressed. If you look at it more, you will feel reluctant to leave it. You wish you could tie her to your side at all times and see it all the time.

"I'm here, you go back!"

Ji Mingde knocked on the door and saw Baoru with embarrassment, and explained: "You go in first, I'll leave!"

You don't have to go in to know how messy the house was in.

The one who came to open the door was his sister-in-law Huang, who was like a messy chicken coop, wearing a brown jacket that couldn't see clearly. The door was only half open, and Baoru hugged in with the child in his arms.

Three heads on the door looked at Ji Mingde. Ji Mingde bowed and said, "Sister-in-law!"

Huang closed the door with a bang, turned around and patted Qingmiao: "It was early in the morning, I went to poke the dirty water again. Who will wash your clothes after getting dirty? If you are still the eldest master, what's the matter with a girl and an old lady?"

Then there was Baoru's voice: "Sister-in-law, why are you scolding the child? What are you doing? Do any dirty clothes? Get them all out and I will wash them!"

"Wash?" Huang was angrily: "What do you call washing clothes? You don't have any strength in your hand, and you have to smash my wooden basin, so you can save it."

Baoru's voice moved to the window: "Come on, Qingmiao, see what delicious food my sister brought to you."

"Oil cake? Or hot?" Xiao Qingmiao said with a calm saliva. This child's nature of eating has never been changed.

The two of them were chattering at the window like mice. Ji Mingde was listening and laughing outside, and he was getting taller and taller. As soon as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a huge wooden basin in his arms, filled with dirty clothes, and he must have gone to the well platform to wash clothes.

Both of them seemed to have been caught and had appeared in a guise, and they were so embarrassed that they couldn't see their faces open.

Baoru closed the door and asked softly, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Ji Mingde turned around, walked out of the alley first to the edge of the well platform, and shaking the wheels filled with a stone of water. He stared at Baoru's two soft hands that were plastering in the basin for a long time before saying, "I'll pick you up late!"

Her slender little hands were really not very strong, and she had no rules for washing clothes. She rubbed her randomly, which showed that she was spoiled when she was a child and had never done any work.

Back in the big room, Ji Bai was wearing a black round-necked robe embroidered with bat patterns, with crisp jade waist and round cloth shoes. He was forty years old, with tight shoulders and narrow waist, and his face was like a knife and axe. He was handsome with thick eyebrows and deep eyes. He was standing outside the gate with rich cloud patterns on the horse.

A wife and three concubines line up, standing behind him.

Hu Lanyin wore a lotus-colored high-necked trouser and a white skirt. The clear and simple head made people's eyes lit up. Ji Mingde couldn't help but take a look. In his memory, it seemed that Baoru also wore it like this.

Ji Bai was going to go to the Hu Mansion with his nephew today. The two rode side by side. He said, "The old bastard who drove the car drank too much wine last night. He got up early and panicked and whipped his whip. I have asked someone to use a whip to whip him. Baoru is injured?"

Ji Mingde said: "No!"

Ji Bai nodded: "That's good."

...

The prefect Hu lived in the government office and entered through the back door. First, there was a large garden with more than one acre of land. The carriage passed through the shade of green trees. It was the palace.

The two unmarried ladies of the prefect's family, Hu Lanyu and Hu Lanxiang, looked down from the tall embroidery building. Seeing Ji Mingde's figure entering the yard, Lanyu said, "No wonder my sister was crying and shouting to marry. I think he looks better than Ji Mingyisheng."

Lan Xiang said, "The appearance is similar. Ji Mingde is a scholar. Ji Mingyi is a businessman. Businessmen value profit rather than separation. Can they compare with Jie Yuanlang?"

Looking at his sister Lan Yin and Ji Mingde parting on the hanging flower door, Lan Yu said worriedly: "It's just a shortcoming. It's Zhao Baoru, who was said to be the daughter of the prime minister's family. He has been well-educated since childhood. He is only fifteen years old this year. I'm afraid that my sister will be compared by her."

Lan Xiang is the youngest, and she is fifteen years old. She sneered: "What a prime minister? It's just two demoted officials who died halfway through. Her family has long lost power. I heard from my father that Zhao Baoru was a widow who married and stayed at a widow. Ji Mingde's fame is still in the hands of our grandfather. He can't make trouble."

As soon as my elder sister Lan Yin entered the door, the two of them naturally stopped talking.

There were several banquets in the front yard of the government office, and all the celebrities from all over the Qinzhou Prefecture, officials, merchants, and children.

Ji Mingde and the juren sat together, smiling warmly listening to their teasing. Hu Kui's nephew, Hu An, barely squeezed into the Guiban, and was also a juren. With two feet in the relationship, Qingcun asked boldly: "Brother-in-law, how is the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Ji Mingde took the wine with a smile and put it on the table.

Another one, named Wang Chaoxuan, spoke Chang'an Mandarin. It is said that it was the godson of the eunuch Wang Dingjiang. There was a bright waist card of the imperial imperial guards on his waist. He was loose and soaked in his eyes with wine. He looked unhappy and said hatefully: "You Qinzhou people have little knowledge. Zhao Baoru's biological mother is from Khala. She is the daughter of Luo. She is rich and precious. At that time, two Khala tribute came. One of us was given to the emperor and the other was given to Zhao Xiang. It is said that the taste is amazing.

She has been appointed as Prince Rong Li Shaoyuan, the old lady's beloved son, who has been guarding for more than ten years and has not eaten it. She asked you to intercept the huhu. Brother, you are the one who wants to take the exam. In this place where the emperor is far away, you will get a Jie Yuan without knowing the world. Brother, let me say, put it back, that piece of fat is not something you can afford."

When it comes to Baoru and Ji Mingde's marriage, they are just a clan. Li Shaoyuan passed the marriage letter to Qinzhou Prefecture along the official documents. The moment Baoru received the marriage letter, a rope was put on the beam and hung it. After only a quarter of an hour, Ji Mingde came to the door with 500 taels of silver.

After only one day, even the prefect Hu Kui, the prefect of the state, did not react. Zhao Baoru and his daughter Hu Lanyin got married to Ji Mingde.

Ji Mingde gradually changed his face, and he felt that one foot was stepping under the table and avoiding it without moving. Wang Chaoxuan's hand hit him hard from the other side.

He looked at Ji Bai's servant Ji Yang walking in from outside, gently avoided Wang Chaoxuan's fist, picked up the wine cup and said, "Brothers, eat slowly first, I'll go into the house and give the elders a few cups of wine."

Seeing that Ji Mingde didn't dare to take action even after two consecutive days, Wang Chaoxuan sneered coldly: "Silver-like gun tip, even if he has the courage to rob Zhao Baoru with my godfather, he is really tired of living."

Ji Mingde just pretended that he couldn't hear it, and gently moistened it with one hand. He didn't know when he picked up the imperial guard's waist card on the waist of Chaoxuan in his hand, and stood up and resigned.

He didn't go into the room, but walked around the corridor to Hu Kui's study room, held the wine cup and closed his eyes, and then heard the gloomy laughter of his uncle Ji Bai in the room: "What did she say?"

The answer was Ji Yang: "The Second Young Master said that the things are too expensive and she dare not accept them."

"Then did she accept it?" Ji Bai asked again.

Ji Yang said: "I took it, it was her sister-in-law who collected it for her."
Chapter completed!