Chapter 2: The woman who has a marriage contract

The sun casts a mottled shadow on the landscape screen through the window.
The small living room of Ningjia was not neglected because of smallness. It still arranged delicate and precious golden jade utensils. In Huagui, there is also the elegance of the poetry book house.
Today's day is very good. The charcoal fire in the empty furnace in the house is also very hot. The two steamed noses on the winter clothes are dotted with a shallow layer of sweat, but this warmth is not as comfortable as it used to be. Instead, there is an inexplicable sorrow and anxiety.
Someone picked up the curtain and walked in. The winter wind in the yard came in. I don’t know if it’s the cool breeze or the two people’s spirits.
It was also a hoe, carrying a small copper kettle, the in the room was taken over, and the crepe tea on the side of the case was taken.
Although this series of actions did not make a sound, it broke the stagnation in the house.
"Miss Jun, please use tea." The girl whispered softly, holding the tea and coming over, and looked at the person sitting on the chair.
This is a 14-year-old girl, with a brow-like painting, no powder, and no Zhuxu Jinzhu embellishment, wearing an old cyan cloth dress with a wash.
However, she sat in the luxurious living room and did not appear shabby, but it made people feel like the beautiful and elegant in the flowers.
But when the sight of the fell on the table, it was like being stung by a bee, and looking down, the look became complicated.
There is a white enamel on the emerald-colored mahogany table, which is particularly conspicuous in red and emerald green.
At this time an older woman by the window under the gallery was watching the day.
Remaining in the north of Yangcheng, not only a dozen Hanlin in the home, but also nearly half of the coal kiln in Zezhou, so the window of the living room is not the common window paper, but the glass from Nanyang.
There are only two of these glasses that can be used throughout Yangcheng and throughout Zezhou.
The glass is a little fuzzy, but the woman can still see the white and the girl.
This is not the first time she saw this girl. In fact, the girl came once two days ago, but she did not show this day.
The girl reached out and took the tea and ate her mouth. The brow seemed to wrinkle and lay down.
It seems that it is only a woman's guess.
Through the colorful glass facial features are blurred, it is even more impossible to see those subtle expressions.
The woman only saw the girl put down the teacup. The reason why she felt this was because the tea in the house was just Longjing before the rain.
Although the girl was wearing a shabby, it was from another house in Zezhou that could use glass windows, Fang's ticket number.
Her surname is Jun, her mother's surname is Fang, the grandfather of the Fang family, although married to a slightly poor family, but the people who had been married for more than ten years, Zezhou people still talked.
This kind of young lady is drinking the rough tea before the rain, at least the last time she came to the door, the tea that the hoes held was still Longjing.
The woman looked at the room, and the girl who put down the cup sat sat beautifully, without any impatientness. The little girl standing beside her was pulling her sleeves by hand.
"Give me a cup of tea."
The woman heard a soft voice from inside the house.
Shantou immediately gave a cup of tea and handed it to the little girl. The little girl took a sigh of relief and finished drinking.
"One more cup." Xiaotou also said.
Not the embarrassment of the last visit, but with a bit of arrogance and a bit of pride.
I think I can shock them.
There was a sneer in the eyes of the woman.
"Song Mama."
At the entrance of the hospital, there was a little girl who greeted her with a silent name.
The woman turned and walked away from the window, and passed through a lane into another yard. Under the main hall of the yard stood a squatting head, red and green whispered and laughed, and the curtains woven from the thick gold thread It’s a laugh.
When I saw the woman coming over, the giggling gimmicks greeted each other.
"Song Mama."
They said inward that there were two hoes playing the curtains, the woman stepping in, warming the face, and sitting or standing in the room, but all the sights and movements centered around the middle-aged woman in the middle.
The woman was in her forties, her looks were beautiful, her eyebrows were detailed, and her face was smiling with a smile on her face.
The two women in front of her are younger than her, wearing a luxurious dress.
In the East, there were three teenage girls sitting in front of the generous table. They all wore red and yellow skirts. They were beautiful and different from the low laughter outside. They were quietly writing and writing.
Mother Song did not immediately talk to her, but took the tea in her hand and handed it over, standing next to the woman and listening to them.
"Da, the stage of the winter month is placed in front of the land temple."
"Please let the three younger brothers worry about the troupe. I don't care about this."
"There are a lot of people in this month. The disaster in the north is getting worse and worse. I will prepare for the porridge."
"The second brother of the second brother also sent people back to talk about this."
Let's talk, the middle-aged woman smiles and nods.
"Okay, this arrangement is very good, you are bothered," she said.
The big lady of Ningjia is a charitable person, and her filial piety is respectful. Everyone inside and outside praises.
After saying this, the big lady turned to look at Song mother.
"See people?" she asked.
This inconspicuous sentence stopped the voice in the room.
Song mother responded.
"Da, how come the young lady is coming again? Isn't it gone?" asked the woman next to her, Mrs. Ning San.
Mrs. Ningda smiled and put the teacup down.
"I didn't go, I found an inn on the street, and made a trick of self-satisfaction. Now I am coming to the door again," she said.
Self-employed?
Mrs. Ning San and Mrs. Si looked at each other.
"This is too much, does the family don't care?"
"Or the family is deliberate."
They frowned and said with indignation.
Mrs. Ningda shook her head.
"It doesn't mean to be deliberate, or something is difficult," she said.
The two younger brothers laughed.

Dayu always uses goodwill to measure others.
They sighed.
A girl who has been listening to the side with her ears in the east has turned her head.
"Mother, it is not unusual for Jun to do this kind of thing. She is also rampant in Fangjia. The wife of Fangjia just said her, she is going to hang herself, and she has to go to the government to tell her aunt to abuse her." Say loudly.
This made the people in the room look surprised.
"Yan Yan." Mrs. Ningda said with a frown, and the fact that others are behind is not the good character that everyone should show.
This is the eldest daughter of Mrs. Ning Da, Ning Yunyan, who is ranked 17th in the Ning family.
"The big aunt, the aunt, really, she is a self-sufficient official, especially despising her grandmother's house, and abandoning them as merchants."
"I also know that I have seen her laughing at her banquet with her cousin at the banquet. Her cousin cried and retired."
The other two girls are also busy talking.
The three girls opened their mouths, and the gentle voice of Mrs. Ningda could not hold back, and the house became messy.
This young lady has come to Yangcheng for half a year and she is already well known. This reputation is not a good reputation.

Fangjia is a rough merchant.
Mrs. Ning San said with a frown.
This father’s father is also a parent who is a student and a father. How do you raise such a daughter?

It is no problem to raise such a daughter. The daughters of other people have nothing to do with their family, but the daughter of this family has been married to them.
"Is this marriage contract true?" Ning Si couldn't help but ask, "Is she really married with our family? Or is it decided by the old lady? Such a big thing, the old man did not say before he was alive."
Mrs. Ningda sighed and looked helpless.
"I asked my mother, and the mother said that the old man is a good relationship with the grandfather of the Jun family," she said. "Five years ago, the old man resigned from the Quartet and traveled through the southern part of the country. The diagnosis and treatment of the medicine relieved the illness, and the old man was grateful. I heard that the son of the old lady was just married, and he said that he would be married to him. At that time, the child was only three years old."
I am grateful, and I will say it.
The meaning of these eight words means that the two ladies in the room will immediately understand.
"Since the old man of the Jun family is a doctor, is it not a matter of course to treat people?" said Mrs. Ning San. "The old man is grateful. Doesn't the old doctor know the doctor's duty?"
It seems that it is also a one-hearted climber with a phoenix. Otherwise, if you don't think about your identity, you really agree with this marriage.
"Maybe the old man was still under coercion at the time." Mrs. Ning Si shook her head.
Otherwise, why did the grandfather never give up when he gave the long-term housekeeper Sun Ding a big deal?
"My father didn't mention it. I don't know what happened." Mrs. Ningda said, adding a tone to this sentence. "The old lady insisted that there is no such thing, and I have no way. When I asked, I explained the euphemistically, but it seems that the young lady of the Jun family did not listen at all. The old lady is not good. I dare not let her go to her. The young lady of the family is young and lost her loved ones. I don't dare to be tyrannical to her..."
"Mother." Ning Yunyan, who had already stood up and listened to it, immediately shouted, "She is pitiful, ten brothers can't be pitiful, ten brothers should be unlucky? Her mother-in-law is not killing us, why? Take ten brothers’ lifelong events to compensate her?

"Yes, yes, ten brothers, even the emperor praised the talents of the sky, how can it be dragged down by such a rough and ignorant person?" The other two girls immediately met.
The room was messed up again.
Mrs. Ningda seemed to be a noisy headache, and she looked at her forehead with helplessness.
"But I can't watch the young lady of this family in front of her eyes," she said.
"She will throw the white stork on the table now, and put a threat on it." Song mother interrupted. "The last time I hanged in the inn, I might have to hang it at our door."
"She dares!" said Mrs. Ning San's eyebrows.