Matrilocal Marriage

Lin Fu's expression on the side was also spoofed, and he peeped at Miss Lin Si with a guilty look and bent her waist deeper. +++ Ranking of the latest Danmei novels: www.ltnovel.com

The reason why Lin Fu was able to accumulate wealth for three generations and his business spread all over Dayan relied on strict self-denial house rules. One of them was: "There are no customers." Treat each other as a guest and entertain you warmly, and never treat them differently because of different identities.

But when Yunan had just left the pawnshop, he was kicked by Lin Fudang Street. Lin Fu's behavior had violated Lin's house rules.

"Can Dong Dong remember the rules set by the Lin family ancestors?"

The shopkeeper Dong was secretly secret, he wanted to take this opportunity to invite credit in front of Miss Lin Si, but he didn't want to make a mistake.

Before the shopkeeper Dong expressed, Lin Buxian's voice rose again: "The thousands of miles of the embankment was destroyed by the ant cave. The shopkeeper Dong is the veteran who has accompanied the Lin family through the storms, and I must not understand this truth." The voice is still faint, no emotion can be heard, and the expression is hidden behind the veil, making people unable to figure out.

The shopkeeper Dong took away the slow heart and said sincerely: "The lesson of the four misses is that it was a small oversight, and I will guarantee that there will not be another time."

Lin Buxian stood up, and Yi Yi supported Lin Buxian's arm on the side. Before walking out of the inner hall, Lin Buxian once again asked, "The man who came to redeem within the agreed period will definitely return to Zhao. If he fails to come after the current period, , He saw others in the future and gave him a hundred or two silvers."

"Yes."

Getting on the carriage, Yiyi asked in a puzzling way: "Miss, the slave-maid does not understand, what can you do with the pawnshop (dry gan) after the current period? Why did the lady ask Dong Dong to make up a hundred or two dollars for the beggar? "

Lin Buen didn’t envy the silence and explained patiently: “One or two silvers are indeed despising these treasures. The other party’s offer of this price will be a frustrating move. It is hoped that the sword can be redeemed in the future, just like Dong Zhang’s. In other words, the man may not be able to redeem it. Those who can use this weapon are not necessarily waiting for their leisure. It is also easy to placate him with a hundred and two silvers. Moreover, if you have the heart, these two hundred silvers are enough for him Dongshan is coming back to revive the family business. The reason why our Lin family can stand for a hundred years without declining is because of the good ties established by our ancestors. Although I am a woman, this tradition cannot be passed on to me."

After listening to the instrument, all eyes were full of reverence and praised: "Miss is beautiful and kind, witty, even ten thousand slaves can't keep up!"

Lin Buen didn't envy (lu) smiled, looked at You Yi helplessly, and said, "Although you and I are servants, but we grew up together since childhood, and have been with me for so many years, we can't change you. (sex xing) of tuo)."

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Moreover, after Yunan left the pawnshop, he hurried to the bazaar hurriedly. The small (insert cha) song by Shicai did not seem to affect Yunan's mood.

What she was thinking about now was all the bright, steaming noodles, sprinkled with a handful of green tender vegetables, it must be delicious.

Walking through an unmanned street corner, the baggage in Yunan's hands disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a dozen copper plates in her hands. Yunan still understood that she had put other money in her own space. in.

Back at the lively market, Yunan went straight to the noodle stall, picked a corner and sat down, and put the copper plate in his hand on the table.

Yun An suddenly laughed, thinking of "Kong Yiji" by her behavior, only to blame too many (insert cha) songs produced today (fafa), she didn't want to be reprimanded by the boss again, and swept her appetite.

Sure enough, the boss of the noodle stall saw the copper plate on the table and asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat?" He pointed to a string of wooden signs hanging on the edge of the shed.

Yun An (touched Mo) nose (touched Mo): "I don't read, do you have Yangchun noodles?"

"Yes, a bowl of penny money."

"What's in the face?"

"Noodles, lard, a handful of vegetables."

"How much does it cost to add eggs?"

"One egg and two penny."

"Could you help me add two eggs to the noodles."

"it is good !"

Yun An smacked his lips and asked, "Boss, do you... have (meat rou)?"

"There are both cooked chicken and cooked duck, but we have to sell them whole."

Yunan looked at the copper plate on the desktop and guessed that he should not have enough money, so he didn't say anything.

The boss came to Yunan before the chopping board, and the wife of the boss shuttled to clean up the tableware in the stall. Yunan turned on the camera and looked at the couple with great interest. The lady at the stall did not cover her face. Yunan thought: Probably a married woman, the restrictions in this regard will be much less.

Both husband and wife have dark faces, which should be caused by farming work... Yunan remembers the content of historians’ lectures. In ancient times: "Scientists, Agriculture, Industry and Commerce" had clear boundaries, and the status of merchants was low. Some harsh dynasties will also prohibit the sons of businessmen from entering school, such as this 15-day big collection, which is specifically set up for "agriculture" and "work" (group qun bodies), and there is no exchange in the market. It does not count as a merchant, and will not be counted as a merchant.

The boss finished the noodles and put the noodles on another chopping board. The lady boss stopped brushing the dishes, wiped her hands with a clean cloth, and shredded the noodles with a kitchen knife.

The husband and wife smiled at each other, and immediately turned their heads to do the work in their respective hands.

This was an interaction that was completed in the blink of an eye. The couple's smiles were also extremely subtle, but Yunan fell silent.

Yun An lowered his head to control the camera with a line of sight (cao) to bring up the playback, and fixed the picture at the moment when the couple looked at each other and smiled.

There was heat in the wide-mouthed black pot. Both the husband and wife were wearing coarse burlap clothes. The men's shoulders were still patched. The long-term exposure to ultraviolet rays made them look older than their actual age...

But it was such an ordinary couple, but Yun An read the taste of happiness from a quick glance.

Yun An couldn't help but think of his ex-girlfriend Meng Wenlai. Compared with the couple, he and Meng Wenai are very public, they can hold hands, hug, and even kiss (kiss wen).

But Yunan suddenly realized that he seemed to have never seen a similar emotion in Meng Wen's eyes, this kind of happiness.

Was it wrong, or was it the wrong era?

Yun An looked at the picture frozen in her sight and was reluctant to close it for a long time. She was so envious, so envious of such a slow love.

Humans can be very happy without a mobile phone, a computer, and the transportation of the day and night.

"Guest, your face is ready, please use it slowly."

A bowl larger than the face appeared in Yunan's sight, plain noodles, green vegetables, two round eggs, and a few oil flowers floating in the noodle soup.

"Thank you." Yun An picked up the chopsticks and ate with a gulp.

The noodles are a bit thick, but it does not affect its deliciousness.

Yunan was no longer hungry in her womb and recovered her ability to think. She couldn't help but ask herself: What is the happiness of mankind?

Or... Is the progress of the times and technology increasing happiness or raising the threshold of happiness?

Yun An thought: When he returns to Blue Star, he must write a paper on this topic.

Yun An sighed, and Meng Wen's Qianying flashed in his mind, recalling the phone in front of the time machine, Yun An felt a bit heavy.

Do you still love Meng Wen?

This question Yun An didn't know how many times he secretly asked himself. In the time island, countless tired, but unable to sleep (sleep Shui) because of muscle (rou rou) pain, Yun An can't help but think of Meng Wen.

What is the answer? Yun An did not dare to delve deeper, and Yun An understood that he and Meng Wen were absolutely impossible in this life.

Otherwise, I'm sorry for my tossing over the past year. After thinking of breaking up with Meng Wen, I feel like a feather in my life. Sometimes I even look forward to it secretly. It is actually quite good to die on Time Island.

Meng Wen is Yunan's first love. Yunan knew what love is and what responsibility is in Meng Wen. He also tasted the shame and humiliation.

Everything about Meng Wen and Tong Ying is well known. Only Yunan is the last person to know. This feeling of wearing a green hat from head to toe, even if you are in this exotic space and time, then recall that your friends and classmates looked at their own eyes at that time. Yun An still feels ashamed and wants to escape.

Although Yunan's family has little money, Yunan Elementary School and Middle School skipped two grades, and the results of the college entrance examination were among the best. They have always been the pride of parents and teachers. Because of their young age, classmates take care of her.

This love gave her the first blow in her life, which Yunan couldn't bear.

Yunan hopes that Meng Wen is just talking, but what if she really waited for three years? What do you say?

Yun An sighed, picked up the noodle bowl and drank the soup inside.

After eating, Yunan put away his thoughts, turned on the camera and walked slowly on the market. He also met a cockfighting stall and watched it for a while.

I walked all over the streets. It was already dark, and the hawkers on the street closed their stalls one after another, but the number of people on the street did not decrease.

Luocheng at the beginning of the Chinese lantern was another scene.

Yanguo is probably a prosperous world, at least there is no curfew in Luocheng, but it is much more lively at night than during the day, and lanterns are hung in the streets and alleys, including the alleys.

Yunan, the night market in Los Angeles, has visited many times, and I don’t plan to go today. She went back to the tree where she was living, hugged the tree (gangan), and climbed the tree branch every night (sleeping Shui) three or two times.

Lying on it, one leg dangling, swaying, listening to the hidden noise coming from a distance, Yun An (touched Mo) (touched Mo) belly, opened the album with his eyes and looked back to Yan Guo everything of.

Seeing interesting places, Yunan would also laugh, and the smile was (dry gan) clean, (dry gan) clean like a child.

The recording jumped to the end. There was a record of the girl I met today. Yun An looked at the time in the lower right corner. The clip recording the girl was only three seconds?

"Why is it so short? How do I remember that I looked at someone for a long time?" Yun An grunted and was a little unhappy.

Just kicked in three seconds? This family is too much, is it great to be rich? Bullying!

Although in the Tucao, Yunan still fixed the picture. The woman was wearing a blue (color) undershirt skirt, her face was covered with a half-faced gauze, and there was a tear mole under her right eye. Arrived.

The woman's ink-like long eyebrows were raised, her deep black eyes fluttered with anger, and even the photos were still quite intimidating.

Yun An's careful liver tremor, confirmed the time again, only three seconds...

She turned off the screen, and Xu was annoyed that she was shocked by the eyes in the photo, and murmured: "It is indeed a great beauty, but unfortunately it is a careful eye! Huh, only three seconds... What are you staring at, what is there? It’s amazing, I have everything you have. If I change into a women’s dress, I don’t have to look good...” Although Yun An said indignantly, the last half of the sentence obviously had no confidence.