C8 (1/2)

This sentence finally worked. The man stopped farming and turned to look directly at Rong again.

Rong snorted, thinking to himself, I really am a pauper.

The man paused for a moment as if he was considering something. However, the time was relatively shorter. After a moment, he slowly walked over. One step at a time, perhaps because he was walking in the paddy fields, but his pace was extremely slow. It was as if he was afraid of disturbing the young grass.

The Rong family could no longer stand the scorching sun. The sweat on their foreheads turned into large droplets of murky water that dripped down their cheeks. Their normally well-maintained and fair cheeks were now unnaturally flushed due to the scorching weather.

This poor bastard, how could he be so slow even with such a good thing?

After waiting for a while, they finally arrived at the Evening Flute that was slowly walking over. Rongshi directly said, ”The nineteenth day of this month is a auspicious day for one to get married. Prepare well, on the day of welcoming the bride, there is no need for you to prepare for the sedan chair bearer or anything else, as long as you are here.” Just as he was about to rush back into the carriage, the man suddenly opened his mouth.

”Alright.”

Hey! This man's reaction was really slow, he couldn't be a fool, right? It was better to be a fool.

The Rong family was too lazy to deal with this man, so they waved their hands and got into the carriage.

The coachman, fully aware of the lady's temper, hurried off, and Rongshi lifted the beaded curtain from the carriage, exhorting the man, ”On the nineteenth day of August, don't forget.” Just as he was about to put it down, he seemed to have thought of something and said, ”It's best not to let her come back after three days.”

The man paused for a moment. His eyebrows slightly raised under the hood. He paused for a moment before replying in a low voice, ”Alright.” The reply was straightforward and straightforward. The tone of his voice could be said to be extremely casual, as if he had just said some trivial words and not something as important as marriage and marriage. On August 19th, people recovered from the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of mooncakes. A burst of firecrackers sounded, crackling as if they were announcing something.

The surrounding people were all attracted by this joyous scene. Some poor people took their family's rice bowls and ran in a flustered manner towards the front of the Marquis' Mansion. According to common sense, these large families would send out some wedding cakes on a day of great celebration. He would only be able to get more when he arrived early. He heard that the two daughters of the loyal duke's household were getting married at the same time. He wondered if there were two of them as well.

At this moment, besides the servants and maids who were so busy that their heads were spinning, they were inexplicably excited over this marriage. In the largest kitchen of the mansion, there were a few servants who had some leisure time to rest as they discussed the wedding that would liven up the entire capital.

”Aunt, do you know what kind of family Eldest Miss's fiance is?” An older woman asked while busy with her work. She didn't forget to pull a lady named Wang who was still whispering to others.

When Lady Wang heard this, she turned to look at the young woman. It was Grandma Li, who was a bit younger than her. The two of them often chatted with each other.

This old woman was surnamed Wang, and everyone in the manor called her that. Because she was old and her sons were filial, her daily life in the house was very leisurely. Even the happy days in the mansion were the same.