Old Mrs. Rong died completely when her son smoked big cigarettes and died in a tobacco shop. She gave birth to such a son. She was sorry for the ancestors of the Rong family in this life. The only thing she could do was to send off her only bloodline, hoping that her granddaughter who was most optimistic about during her death would have a good life.

When their granddaughter got married and gave birth to a son, they gained a foothold in the Yan family, the broken jar of their Rong Mansion fell casually.

Although this house is a bit dilapidated, it can occupy an excellent location.

Old Mrs. Rong squinted her eyes and looked at the deed for a moment, preparing to wait until she died before telling her granddaughter that she could sell the house when necessary, and at least she could have money to stay with her.

Although the old lady is conservative, she is not unaware of the situation outside. The world is chaotic. Maybe one day the people will have to pack their bags and run away.

There was no one else at home to discuss this matter. Old Mrs. Rong hoped that her granddaughter could learn more about the ability of a housekeeper, and she would also have a little understanding of these marriage matters. Therefore, she pulled Rong Qian into the house and talked about the things she had discussed with her eldest wife, and talked about the dowry arrangements.

Rong Qian served her grandmother to sleep, packed her teacup, and then left the main courtyard and returned to Qinyuan next to her.

Xiaolan had already learned from Aunt Cui that the eldest wife of the Yan family came here today to discuss the wedding date. She was so excited that she couldn't find the power.

Seeing the lady sitting behind the desk and taking a book, she began to look quietly, and she didn't need her to serve her, Xiaolan couldn't help but leave the house and go out to sort out the things in the lady's house with Ma Ma. By the way, she talked about the lady's marriage, the future son-in-law, and the selves they would live in the future.

The weather is getting warmer, and the lady needs to organize everything in the locker. She needs to be collected and dried. She needs to be taken out and prepared. She also needs to find the cage and wash it. She also has the smell of mothballs on it. After washing and drying, she must smoke it with an incense burner.

The room was quiet, and only the sound of Xiaolan and Ma Ma in the yard was heard faintly, with occasional laughter mixed with it. Rong Qian stared at the pages in a daze for a while.

After a long time, Rong Qian put down the book that had not been turned over in her hand and took out the grass ring wrapped in a handkerchief from her sleeve.

When I saw the grass ring, I thought of the serious look of the man pinching her hand and not allowing her to throw it away. It turned out that this guy was doing something bad at that time.

Rong Qian bit the corner of her lips and blushed, holding the grass ring in shame and wanted to throw it away, but after hesitating for a while, she still carefully pinched it between her fingers, lay on the desk, tilting her head, staring blankly.

After a long time, Rong Qian's eyelashes trembled. He glanced at the door. Rong Qian stretched out his left hand and put the grass ring on his ring finger.

The size is just right, is it a coincidence?

On the way back, Yan Lang couldn't wait to ask his mother if she had settled the life with Grandma Yun. The eldest lady rolled her eyes and threw it to her son while shaking her handkerchief while fanning the wind.

"This marriage is a major event in life. Can it be decided so easily? Don't worry, our family has dragged that girl Yarong into an old girl for you. Since we decided to get married, we will definitely look for the nearest days."

Because the two families had engaged in a engagement many years ago, this year, the engagement was not done by talking, and they had to exchange Geng Tie to make full engagement etiquette. They had a real and valid marriage contract letter in their hands, which was considered to be done.

Therefore, Yan Lang is now in a hurry to marry someone else's lady, and can go through the process of proposing marriage directly, find a good day in a few days to hire him, bring a temporary date for his in-laws to spend the time being, and then circle a suitable date for the other party, which is the final decision.

Yan Lang glanced at his mother, "Mom, Yarong is still young, how can she be an old girl?"

He's obviously a little girl.

The eldest lady was too lazy to roll her eyes, and she ummed perfunctorily twice, and continued to arrange the next thing to do.

As a man at home, Yan Lang naturally didn't need to worry about these trivial matters. In the next few days, Yan Lang only asked questions every day, and at the other time Yan Lang followed his father to several shops in Rongcheng.

When Yan Lang first came into contact, Uncle Yan only asked him to understand the family’s ancestral property, namely tea.

The Yan family mainly has tea shops, and there are several tea houses. There is also a tea house with several mountains beside Rongcheng.

The location of Rongcheng is good. Although it is not as good as the two cities of Suzhou and Hangzhou, it is a famous tea town in the tea industry. There are mountain springs on Yunlan Peak. I don’t know how many good tea literati and poets have attracted to recite poems.

Perhaps it is really due to the fact that the tea produced in Rongcheng can always have an indescribable smell than the teas elsewhere.

Therefore, although it is just a tea business, it is the thickest and most inconsistent business of the Yan family's account book. Yan Lang ran with his father for several days before he temporarily understood the general framework. After that, Uncle Yan would not take Yan Lang out for the first time, so he just sent a boss to accompany Yan Lang to help run errands to shock the account rooms of the shopkeepers everywhere.

On that day, Yan Lang was about to go back to the yard to take a shower at night, but was temporarily invited by the maid from the eldest wife. The eldest wife told Yan Lang about going to the betrothal gift tomorrow. "Mrs. Rong and I have already discussed it. The wedding date will be set on May 27 next month, and it will be less than a month after the full schedule. Although it is time to hurry up, after this day, there is no good day for marriage until the end of September."

June, July, August, and all are bad days. There are good days in September, but they happen to be in conflict with Yan Lang and Rong Qian, the newcomer.

Yan Lang didn't care about the time being too fast, and he thought it was too slow. "I would like to ask my mother to arrange it at home. If there is not enough staff, my mother would tell my father that it would not be a problem for us to transfer people from the village."

For such busy and inconvenient things, wealthy families don’t like to ask for work outside to work. It’s okay to lose some property at home, but they are afraid that something will cause trouble.

Spring tea from March to May has just come down, and summer tea from May to July has to wait for some days. The Yan family has always paid little attention to summer tea. The tea leaves that have come down are not of grade. They are only made into tea bricks and transported to places where tea is short of food to be sold, which is to fill the daily expenses in the farm.

By doing this, there are quite a few people in the tea shop who can be drawn.

The eldest lady naturally knew this. She was in a good mood tonight and was too lazy to argue with her son. She waved her hand and asked her son to go back and rest earlier, so that she could watch Rong Guangqiu and energetic when she went to Rong's house tomorrow.

Yan Lang was just thinking about this. When he went out, he met his sister Yan Zhen. Yan Lang asked casually, "Why are you still coming to find your mother so late? Is there anything wrong?"

Yan Zhen grabbed the clothes and shook her head, "No, nothing, I'm just here to see my mother."

Last time Yan Lang scolded her coldly, and Yan Zhen was a little scared when she saw this elder brother again. Even though he always had a gentle smile on his face, he still looked so good-tempered, but Yan Zhen knew that this was just a look.

Moreover, the mother who originally spoiled her so much was now much stricter for her because of her elder brother's words. There are even rules for paying tribute every day. Isn't this a feudal/establishment/repair?

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl has too extreme thoughts and always feels that the whole world is either black or white. She has never thought that the rules of paying tribute from another perspective are just the filial piety of the younger generation to the elders.

Yan Lang felt his sister's unfamiliarity with him and didn't mind. If he really had trust and love for his brother, if the other party was really smart, he shouldn't have performed like this after he had a scolding last time.

Yan Lang can't say that he is sad and disappointed. When dealing with others, Yan Lang always feels misty after waking up from his dream. He is close to his mother and father because they treat themselves well and deal with things fairly.

Yan Lang was casual and too lazy to ask Yan Zhen why he was so obviously hiding. He took Desheng over Yan Zhen and her maid out of the gate of the main courtyard and returned to Qingfeng Courtyard.

I have been very busy recently. Yan Lang has to check the renovation of the yard when he comes back tonight. The west wing has been put on clothes that only girls can use, and Yan Lang has also picked some jewelry.

The yard was also dug up and was bumpy. Yan Lang went to see the trees that were about to be able to get into the pit tomorrow morning.

Rong Qian likes gardenias, so there are a few more trees near the main room, so you can smell the fragrance when you sleep in the room in the future.

The flowers and plants have been settled, and I just wait for the seedlings to plant them and don’t need to cause heavy mud to move around and then send them in to plant them.

"Have you found a craftsman to make the frame of the swing? Can't you find the kind of blacksmith who knows design? Then look for a person who knows how to design, and then find a blacksmith who can understand the pictures and command..."

After reading it, I confirmed that the progress was good. Yan Lang returned to the east wing with satisfaction, washed and took a shower, and went to bed early.

I will finally see that girl Yarong tomorrow. I don’t know if she missed him. After these days, he has been thinking about this girl a lot.

If he asked the other party tomorrow and said he didn't want to, he would have to figure out some ways to punish the girl...

The next day, Yan Lang got up early, washed up early in the morning and used breakfast again. Then he changed his clothes in front of a diorama waiting for someone to rise in the room.

Last time, in order to cater to Grandma Yun’s preferences, Yan Lang wore a long gown. However, after seeing it once, Yan Lang felt that Grandma Yun was not the kind of dress that she was too shameful to wear, so today Yan Lang was going to change into a suit.

The suit is straight and close, which is very suitable for highlighting a man's mature and restrained aura. Cough, it can better show a man's wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs.

Yan Lang finally wore a gray-black suit, a white shirt inside, and a dark reflective satin scarf on the neckline, which showed a sense of luxury in the low-key manner.

When Yan Lang was about to leave the room, he retreated again, covered the perfume bottle with a handkerchief and sprayed a little perfume on it, and then dusted it with a handkerchief on himself.

The fragrance is not strong, but it seems to be nothing, it is OK.

The eldest lady was still wearing an old-style cheongsam. After all, she wanted to meet the old lady of the Rong family. The eldest lady was not going to wear those fashionable dresses her son brought back to her, for fear of scaring the old lady.

Seeing his son's outfit today, he smelled the fragrance again, and immediately stumbled and swayed his handkerchief around him, "Oh, look at whose boy this is, he is so handsome that he can't walk."

Yan Lang took off his hat and gave the eldest lady a gentleman's gift with a smile, "Such handsome boy is of course from Ms. Zhou Shuhui's house."

The eldest lady made her laugh, and the handkerchief could not hide the teeth exposed in her mouth.

Although the betrothal gift is important, it is not necessary for Uncle Yan, the busy parent, to go there in person, so in the end, Yan Lang and the eldest wife went there together.

Yan Lang remembered Yan Zhen in the car and asked casually what happened to her when she came last night.

The eldest lady sighed, a little unhappy, "I said that the class was going to organize an event to visit the elderly and widowed. I asked me to get a few hundred dollars when I spoke. What is this? Do you really think the money in the family is blowing from the strong wind?"

Nowadays, twenty yuan is enough for an ordinary family of five to spend a year. Although it is a little bit tight, it is much better than many people who can’t eat.

It is conceivable that Yan Zhen’s opening words cost hundreds of dollars, the eldest wife was really angry.

It’s not that the eldest wife is stingy and giving a few hundred yuan to the juniors at home, but even if the class organizes activities, isn’t it because they are treated as a sucker?

Generosity cannot be equated with suckers.

Yan Lang didn't expect that it was a matter of money, and he frowned, "Sister is too uninhabitable. Mom, this is not OK. Will your sister marry after she gets married? In addition, she should send someone to check it out at the school. It would be bad if someone wants to start from her sister to deal with the Yan family."

The eldest wife was a little distracted at first, and although she was angry that her daughter was the sucker, that was all.

But now when my son said that, the eldest lady frowned and thought about it, and she really felt that it was necessary.

"Okay, I'll send someone to check when I go back. I'll also detain your sister's daily expenses and let her see the living expenses of ordinary people, so as not to think that it would be unreasonable for me not to agree to pay the money."

Thinking about the aggrieved and accused appearance of my daughter last night, the eldest wife was also feeling heartbroken on her chest.

That's all for this topic, and the eldest lady talked about the appointment for a while.

Of course, I didn’t just touch it quietly, so Yan Lang and his eldest wife were sitting in the car, but there were more than 20 laborers behind the car, either picked or carried, red silk cloth was hung on the cage, and a maid was holding a basket to spread candy to the children on the roadside.

Except for not playing joy, the level of excitement is similar to that of getting married.

Along the way, some people who watched the fun were curious about who was doing such a big show of weddings, so there were those who knew the inside story to tell people in detail.

"Oh, Rong Mansion is the one on Wutong Street? Is it the one on my son who smokes/big/smokes to death?"

"That's right! I heard that the two young people left behind were also living outside all day long, and they became familiar faces on Huajie at such a young age!"

When passers-by found out, they shook their heads and marveled at it. Some said that the Yan family has a good family tradition and is honest, while others are not optimistic about this marriage.

"Do you know, the young master of the Yan family has returned from studying abroad. Can he like someone taught by the Rong family? I don't know if Miss Rong's feet are wrapped..."

There happened to be a pair of young masters and ladies who were passing by. After hearing these words, they all frowned.

The young master in the suit stubbed his teeth and slapped his forehead, "When did that kid Mingxuan come back? Why didn't hesitate at all? I've just been back for a few days and I'm going to get married?"

Or married a wife like that?!

Who doesn’t know that the young lady in Rong Mansion who was taught by Mrs. Rong himself is so dull and old-fashioned. She is still wearing a cheongsam that is so generous that she can’t see her body. She also attends a school of virtues that specializes in educating women to take care of their husbands and children at home.

"Brother Mingxuan must have been forced by his elders in the family!"

The man clenched his fist and hit the heart of his palm, and made such a conclusion.

The author has something to say: I was in a hurry and repeated a short paragraph. I have already changed it. The number of modified words is hundreds of more. Friends who have purchased it first can take a look again. More words will not count as money.

Today is the last day of the 10,000 yuan event at the beginning of the month. After that, I don’t have to hurry up and strive to continue the 10,000 yuan event, but I can’t guarantee it.

Thank you for the tired little financial supporter, see you tomorrow,
Chapter completed!