Chapter 31 Marrying a New Woman 1

The red candle flashed red in the room.

The candlelight should not have been red, but the room full of red cloth, red paper and red silk dyed the candlelight red.

Red silk? I don't know who gave it to me, but there is such a big piece of silk. People like us generally don't see silk, not to mention such a big one. The sound outside has calmed down. There was some laughter and whispering outside the house before, and I still felt some comfort. When her stepmother drove away the people under the window, the surroundings became silent.

There is no usual shouting outside the street, and there is no sound of cicadas, and there is no sound. I sat there a little confused.

There has been no movement in the inner room. I don't know what she is doing? I know that I can't sit down anymore. I should get up and enter the room.

I took a sip of tea, stood up and deliberately coughed. Then walk to the inner room.

I opened the curtain and quickly glanced around the familiar inner room. I saw her sitting at the window. Hearing the sound of footsteps and the door curtain, she stood up and turned to face me, looking at me with a little uneasy eyes.

"Uh..." I heard such a sound in my voice. I want to say something to her, but when I see her handsome face, I don't know how to say it.

After that "er", I opened my mouth and was at a loss, but anxiously searched from my heart for sentences that could ease the atmosphere.

She was a little nervous and seemed to have been waiting for me to speak. Seeing me silent, she became more nervous. However, soon she relaxed, turned around and poured a cup of tea in front of me, and said, "husband, please use tea."

When I picked up the tea, I found her hand trembling slightly. Fortunately, my own hands are not shaking. I have been muddle-headed all day today. In the past, when I saw other people's weddings, I thought it was nothing more than that. But why are you so nervous when it comes to your wedding ceremony?

The stranger in front of me will be my wife from now on. How amazing!

I know very well why I was speechless just now. Because the first time I saw her, I couldn't help but fall in love with her.

And when she approached me with tea in her hand, the candlelight smeared a thicker layer of rouge on her beautiful face. Her eyelashes flashed, and her eyes always stayed below my jaw.

I drank the tea and returned the cup to her. She glanced at me quickly, turned around and put the cup on the table, then went out of the window and brought a copper basin in to serve me to wash. This is a necessary wedding ceremony. She did it one by one in an orderly manner.

After passing through these red tape according to etiquette, I sat at the table with her.

There is a square box on the table. There is only one square scarf in this big box. Although I haven't opened the box yet, I know what is painted on the square scarf. I once blushed when I accidentally saw this kind of thing. On the one hand, it is because the painting on the scarf makes people blush; on the other hand, it is someone else's towel.

The square scarf in the box she brought from her mother's house belongs to me and her. I opened the box with her and unfolded the square scarf. A man and woman hugged each other naked on the square scarf. I gave her a peek. As soon as she saw the picture on the square scarf, she immediately lowered her head and buried it in her chest, and dared not look up again.

I suddenly had an idea that had nothing to do with the current etiquette: I don't know what kind of person will embroider this thing.

We sat for a while, and she stood up to make the bed, then opened the tent and got in. I also got up, lifted the account, and handed in the square scarf. Then he sat at the table for a while before starting to take off his coat.

When I opened the account again, I saw her lying there quietly, closed her eyes and opened, but instead of looking at me, she looked at the top of the tent. I hesitated for a moment and went to bed.

At night, people sleep very deeply; people also sleep very deeply.

The next morning, when I opened the door and walked out with her, my stepmother standing in the courtyard looked at us and smiled.

We are really ashamed: what time is it? We just got up now!

Her name is Zang Aiqin. Her father, my father-in-law Zang Jun, is a colleague of his father and also serves in the county. Although they are all subordinates, the Zang family is much more rich than my family. After his father's death, the family became depressed. It is rare for Zang Jun to miss my father's feelings, and at the same time, he appreciates my talent. More importantly, it was the mother who visited Mrs. Zang many times before she finally became a daughter-in-law and booked this marriage.

Even if we spent a good night together, I am still very strange to this bride.

I was deeply surprised to see her take out books from the dowry box. Did you read these books?

She nodded: "If you have nothing to do at home, read some books for fun." After saying that, he seemed to think of something. He looked up at me and asked carefully, "Don't you think it's good for women to study?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Although I know some words, I don't read much. It would be great if I could read so many books like you." I smiled to reass her.

She also smiled at me: "If my husband wants, I will tell you some of the books I have read."

"That's great."

She moved a stool for me and put it at the table. Pick up a book and look like you want to talk about it. At this time, I heard someone shouting outside, "Brother! Brother!!" It was my third brother Liu Daogui who pushed the door in.

Before he spoke, his stepmother's voice sounded outside: "Thanks to you, you have read so many books. How can you do such a bad thing? Your eldest brother has a family now. Why is he still rushing in so recklessly?

I quickly poked my head out and said, "Mom, it doesn't matter."

When Daogui saw his sister-in-law in the room, he blushed and arched his hand to his sister-in-law and said, "I'm rude. I hope my sister-in-law won't be surprised."

Ai hurriedly replied, "Uncle wants to discuss something important with the eldest brother, and I'll go out to help my mother do something."

Aiqin went out with a salute.

Taoju said a few words to me, and I followed him out and didn't come back until after dinner.

As soon as I entered the house, I held a bowl of lotus root soup.

"This soup..." I haven't finished yet. Ai said with a smile, "Mother and brothers have drunk it. This is specially reserved for you."

"Oh. That's good."

Since she fell in love with me, she has loved me very much. I have always been worried that she treated my mother and brother badly because she was kind to me. But since the first day she gave me soup, she has always treated her family equally. This reassures me very much.

Although Zang Ai comes from the family of a small official, her parents are extremely spoiled, like a small jasper. Since arriving at my house, he has not disliked my family's poverty, my mother's age, and two brothers. She should treat the same family. She does chores at home with her stepmother. Looking at her delicate hand being burned and scratched by firewood, I couldn't bear it.

She said, "You must be careful in the future."

If you want to be knowledge and reasonable, I'm afraid that love is better than my two younger brothers. I still remember the first time she lectured to me.

"What have you seen?" Love to ask me.

"I read some books when I was a child, but they were only fragments of chapters, not all. After joining the army, I read some books about marching and fighting, and I read very little else. I don't think I have read the books you usually read. Just say it."

She thought for a moment and took out a book from the box. I took the book she handed over and saw that it said "Mo Zi" on the cover.

"I know Mozi, who was from the Warring States Period, is called Mo Zhai."

"Oh? Do you know?"

"Hmm. I know, because he is as skilled as Luban. Many of the instruments we use in the military are created by Luban and Mozi. Luban is good at manufacturing attack tools, and Mozi is good at manufacturing defense tools. I once looked through the book he wrote. I thought it was about equipment and attack and defense, but I didn't expect it. So I haven't seen it again."

Madam smiled and said, "My husband said it well, but it's not true."

"Oh? Who is this Mozi?"

So my wife talked to me about this sage:

"Deposing hundreds of families and respecting Confucianism" is a great blessing for Confucianism and a great misfortune for other hundreds of families. Among the various schools flooded by history, the Mo family was once the most brilliant one.

Confucius, who is all over the world, has always been regarded as an education master, but almost another person of the same generation has more students and followers, so that he has to set up a collegiate organization to manage. This person is Mozi.

The Mohist family founded by Mozi was born from Confucianism, but Mozi's philosophy and Confucianism gradually drifted away until it became one of the two majorxian xue fighting against Confucianism.