Ugly peasant girl in space

Chapter 700 Visiting (3)
Qingli opened the crab from the middle, and it was full of crab roe. The meat of the sea crab is not as firm as the river crab, and it tastes fresh and tender, which has a special taste. There are still a lot of salvaged sea cucumbers in the space. Stir-fried green onions, this nourishing food in modern times, is cheaper than cabbage at this time, and those fishermen by the sea have no idea that things are edible.

After drinking for three rounds, Qingli was slightly tipsy, and then she came out of the Lingquan pool, cleaned up all the crab shells left by herself, went to the study on the first floor, picked up a few military books, and made up for it. Hei Hei, it is really hard for Chunyu to deal with the devil. I heard that Daqin also has an army of 30, and the quality of soldiers is definitely stronger than that of Dazhou. On my side, I can only use tactics to win, and she happens to be a novice. do not understand anything.

"Master, it's time for you to come out, it's almost dawn outside the window."

The little white fox Yuyou yawned, stretched out his paws to cover his mouth, and made a very humane gesture. Every time he helped his master guard, he dared not close his eyes.

"Okay, come back. I'll go out right away."

Qingli stretched her body, she was a little surprised, eating crabs was like getting nourishment, her body was full of strength, her head didn't hurt anymore, after reading several military books, she was fascinated by it unexpectedly, the sky outside the window was already bright.She came to the boudoir and took a look in the bronze mirror, and saw that her complexion was not bad, and there was no blackness under her eyes, so she was able to leave the room.

Not long after, Mai Ya and Nanny Yu also walked into the inner room, and began to serve Qing Li to wash and wash. Today, I went to the prefect's house as a guest, but my fourth uncle is also a fourth-rank official, and she is also the future wife of a major general. It's not low, and it can't be overly plain.Qingli chose a beige dress with exquisite workmanship, and on her head was a flower crown given to her by Wen Shi.Mai Ya was even more anxious to show her face than she was, so she found a pair of the best emerald bracelets in the green water head, and put them on her hands, saying that since there are so many jewelry, she should always wear them.

"Inform my cousin to go out together after breakfast."

Qingli ordered Madam Yu, and then had breakfast in her side hall. She was most used to eating shrimp dumplings and crab roe buns, served with red dates and millet porridge, but there was no food in Fengyang, so they couldn't make them, only some buns , steamed buns, pancakes, rolls and the like.Qingli chose pancakes, rolled a few side dishes, and drank a bowl of porridge.

Mo Qingju seemed a little nervous. Although she knew Zhao Wanchun, the former daughter of the prefect of Fengyang, she didn't make such a formal visit. She was wearing a lake blue dress, with a white jade headmask given by Qingli. Holding the veil tightly, he looked slightly uncomfortable.

"Cousin, don't be nervous, she's just a daughter of a fourth-rank official family."

Qingli smiled indifferently, she handled this kind of scene like a fish in water, it was just the mansion of a fourth-rank official, and in the capital, all the people she came into contact with were higher than her own official position, including the royal relatives, the fourth prince Yeluchu Yang and the fourth concubine, Ruan Ranran, are both nice people, very low-key and peaceful, and they don't seem too frightened.

"Little sister, it's my cousin who has never seen the world, so she is afraid of embarrassing you."

Mo Qingju twitched the corners of her lips in embarrassment. Her character has always been like this, she is thoughtful, but she also seems to be dragging her feet and looking forward and backward.

"Don't be afraid, if they are sensible, hurry up and hug their thighs."

Qingli covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled lightly, but the news of her engagement to Chunyu Wen shocked the capital, but it probably hadn't spread to Fengyang, she was amazingly talented in the capital, and she was also an old Huang Li.

While the two were talking, they got into the carriage, Qingli held her cousin's hand, and found that her hand was cold, Qingli could understand her mood very well.Because my family is a wealthy family, so when facing these officials, I will feel a little inferior, fearing that those delicate and savage ladies will look down on my family and be difficult to get along with.

"Cousin, our fourth uncle will be promoted when he comes back from there, and he must be higher than the prefect of Fengyang."

Qingli comforted Mo Qingju from the side. In fact, the family's conditions are really good. They are potential stocks. The eldest brother Mo Zigui and Li Moxuan are studying in the Imperial College. They are all from my own side, the prince of Lunan, the Bai family, and the Yun family. They are all nobles with a century of history, and they are just an upstart Fengyang magistrate, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Little sister, if you marry Major General Chunyu now, you will be the wife of the third rank Gaoming. Cousin, I have confidence, so naturally I am not afraid."

Mo Qingju felt a little more relaxed, she took Qingli's hand and talked and laughed. She mainly talked about Qingli's elder brother Mo Zigui. Ashamed, it can be said that half of Da Zhou was shocked at the time, but Mo Zi was a low-key person and never mentioned it to his family. Mo Qingju also heard it mentioned when he was shopping.

The carriage soon arrived at the back street of the Fuya. A woman from the Yamen was looking around on tiptoe, and when she saw the carriage approaching, she stepped forward to salute with a smile on her face, "You are Miss Mo. Our lady has been waiting for a long time. Looking forward to your coming."

"Yes, the road is smooth and the carriage is fast."

Qingli nodded, the coachman drove the carriage to the inner house, Mai Dong and Mai Ya jumped out of the carriage first, helped Qingli and Mo Qingju get out of the carriage, the two held hands.Qing Li smiled, motioned to Mai Ya to give a reward to the maid who led the way, and was surrounded by people all the way to the main courtyard.

According to the usual rules, when Qing Li came to the magistrate's back house, he had to meet the magistrate's wife first, this is the custom of being a guest.She gently pulled Mo Qingju, and the two of them smiled faintly, and were led by the maid to the side hall for guests.

"Qingli, you've come here. Yesterday, someone from your family came to report, and I wanted to go and see you directly."

Before Qingli came, Ji You sat on the top and drank tea honestly. After seeing the person coming, he didn't care too much, and ran down with the corner of his skirt, took her hand and said, "It's too hot outside, come quickly Drink two cups of herbal tea to relieve the heat."

"Ayou, look at you, you really have no rules."

Sitting on the top is a lady in her forties, well maintained, she is full of jewels, wearing a plain brocade, she is slightly fat, she looks very kind, she reprimanded Ji You with a smile, and then said, " Two ladies, thank you for saving me, otherwise Ayou would be in danger."

"Ma'am, you are very polite. It is fate to meet you."

Qingli had a decent smile on her face, which almost became her mask. In Kyoto, there are too many such wives with high status. There are all kinds of people. Fei'erniang Zhou's kind of sinister, most feared is the master who hides a knife in his smile, sweet-mouthed and bitter-hearted.

"It's nothing good. This is a small gift when we meet for the first time. Please accept it, two ladies."

The prefect's wife took off two strings of beeswax bracelets from her hands, which were really bloodletting, and should be the most valuable things on her body.I heard that Zhifu Ji's family has no backer at all. This lady is just the daughter of a scholar's family, and she probably doesn't have any dowry, which was obtained through years of accumulation.

(End of this chapter)