After wearing the best mother-in-law, my way is wide

Chapter 873 Meeting Wang Xiaosan Again

In fact, their dress is not eye-catching.

It just feels weird to be together.

Because, in Feng Yin's eyes, some of these people were dressed as scholars, some as escorts, some as farmers, some as woodcutters, and some as shopkeepers.

In all, there are 72 lines, and there are people from all walks of life dressed up.

As long as they're spread out, they really don't get anyone's attention at all.

However, these people gather here, so it is inevitable that people will pay more attention.

The Zhang family's carriage slowly passed among the pedestrians, and the baffle of the carriage was not fully opened until it was out of their sight.

Feng Yin was curious for a moment, turned her head to look at the other side of the carriage, and found that the people standing here were also dressed as various professions.

Carpenters, porters, fishermen, blacksmiths, bustards... In short, you can think of everything you can't think of.

Feng Yin looked back at Zhang Yiming who had put away the book, and asked softly, "What's the situation?"

Zhang Yiming raised his hand and wrote a word in her palm.

崔！
Seeing this word clearly, Feng Yin blinked her eyes, then blinked again, looking at the man in front of her in astonishment.

Silently asked: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yiming's lips moved, Feng Yin's eyes narrowed slightly, carefully distinguishing what he wanted to express.

Finally, she quickly wrote two words on the man's palm: "Zizhen?"

Seeing that she understood what he meant, Zhang Yiming nodded slightly.

Raising his hand to rub her head, he said softly, "Sit down, we will be entering the city soon."

Feng Yin: "Yes."

Seeing him put down the curtains, Feng Yin's lips curled into a smile, her head tilted on his shoulder, her voice was so low that only the husband and wife could hear: "Tell me, what does he want to do?"

"I can't figure it out right now."

Zhang Yiming shook his head, "By the way, the boss and the others will arrive in two days. Have you made arrangements at home?"

"Don't worry, I'm done."

Feng Yin said relaxedly, "Master Qiao and Master Song live in our house, or outside?"

"I've asked Huani to arrange the front yard."

Zhang Yiming looked at her softly, "Just let them live in the front yard when they come, you don't need to worry about them."

"At that time, Huani will arrange someone to take care of their daily life."

"Okay, listen to you."

Feng Yin nodded, "By the way, is the Ghost Festival celebrated here?"

"Passed."

Zhang Yiming had already mastered the folk festivals and local customs of the Great Crane Dynasty clearly since he obtained the Encyclopedia of Historiography of Ten Thousand Realms.

He explained softly: "Qiqiao Festival and Zhongyuan Festival are both celebrated. I will write the customs of these two festivals for you when I get home."

"Well, then Mr. Lau is here."

Feng Yin winked at him mischievously, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Hey, Brother Hua, Master Xiucai is going on a study tour again?"

A somewhat familiar voice came from outside the carriage, Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming stopped talking and laughing, and listened to the movement outside.

Hua Zheng clasped his fists and said heartily: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Shida who has been promoted? What a coincidence."

That's right, it was Wang Xiaosan who came out to say hello, the former corporal leader, and now he's grown up.

Zhang Yiming heard the conversation between the two, and lifted the curtain lightly, expressing that he was paying attention to this matter.

Sure enough, Wang Xiaosan's tone became eager in an instant: "Then please hurry up, the city is a bit chaotic today, and I will escort Master Xiucai into the city."

Hua Zheng: "Then there is work."

Wang Xiaosan noticed the movement in the carriage, and of course Hua Zheng also noticed, and he spoke with confidence.

"It should be."

Wang Xiaosan spoke very pleasantly, for fear of arousing Zhang Yiming's dissatisfaction.

Feng Yin could hear a hint of humility from the other party's tone.

(End of this chapter)