September 25th is the day when the Yun family decided to go to the job. Ninety-nine lifted the betrothal gifts tied with bright red silk to fill the courtyard outside the main hall of the Yun family. Because the courtyard could not be placed, the main hall and side hall were also filled.

Wu took a full twenty pages of betrothal gift list, and raised it and checked it: "This lift is Shu brocade, yes, this lift is the red porcelain of Dingzhou..." Wu checked it one by one, counted it, and finally closed the betrothal gift list, frowned and said, "Why did there be more lift?"

Just at this moment, Yun Luochuan, wearing a white brocade robe in autumn moon, walked out of the arch with a gorgeous purple gold crown on his head.

He smiled and said, "My son added a portrait of me for Yi'er."

Wu couldn't help rolling his eyes and said, "The 99th betrothal gift means that you two will last for a long time in the future, which is a good number.

She has married the portraits you made for Yi'er. Wouldn't it be the same if you give them to her?"

Yun Luochuan pressed his mother's shoulder and said with a smile: "One hundred lifts is also auspicious! A hundred years of cooperation will bring you a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren."

Wu liked the meaning of "Hundred Sons and Thousands of Grandchildren" very much, so he asked someone to take a pen and add a box of Yunluochuan's paintings on the betrothal list.

After checking the betrothal gift, Wu also checked and carried the dress of the person who carried the betrothal gift.

"Your nails are too long, hurry up and cut them. What's the point of leaving your pretty good nails with such long ones?

Look at the black mud inside, how dirty it is!"

"What's wrong with your clothes?

Can you correct your collar?"

"And you, haven't I sent new shoes?

Why are you still wearing old gray shoes? Go and change them for me quickly.”

"Oh, why are your hair frizzy? Can't you suck the osmanthus oil when combing it?

Hurry up and get a bottle of osmanthus head oil.”

The Yun family has a 100-year-old servant. Most of the young men who carry the betrothal gifts at 200 are transferred from the Yun family's shops and workshops. When the transfer is made, they should be the best-looking and most energetic young man.

Because the betrothal gift was raised, Wu asked the servant who looked not so young to put on his clothes. He saw them standing among the people carrying the betrothal gifts and didn't like him anyway.

But now I don’t have time to find someone, so I can only do this if I don’t like it.

Mu Qing stood in the betrothal gift with no focus on his eyes. He had not digested it yet. The master wanted to marry Mrs. Song, no, Mrs. Shen.

Gradually, his eyes returned to focus, and he looked at the master who bent down to feed the geese. Sure enough, the master had liked Mrs. Shen before! People like his master rarely contacted women, so what kind of person would he be more compatible with?

He didn't know, but whenever he was with Mrs. Shen, it was the happiest time for the master.

He recalled the scene of the master and Mrs. Shen together, and it seemed to be very compatible and very good.

The Yun family was ready, and when the auspicious time arrived, they carried the betrothal gift to the next door to get a job.

At this moment, Wu was a little dissatisfied with the fact that the two families were too close. They were too close to each other, so the betrothal gift was carried to the next door just a few steps, and there was no way for more people to see the Yun family's confrontation.

At this moment, the people in Shen’s house were also waiting nervously.

"Why did a few more leaves fall? Then sweep the broom."

Huier pointed at the dead leaves in the courtyard and rushed to the housekeeper.

The servant hurriedly went to get a broom and a dustpan, and swept the fallen leaves.

Chunyu, wearing her new clothes, took a deep breath and said, "It is obvious that the Yun family is here to hire her wife, why am I more nervous than the one who comes to hire me myself."

"Have you been hired?"

Qiu Yewen.

Chunyu was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "No."

"How do you know that you won't be more nervous when you were hiring yourself than you are now?"

Qiuye laughs at her.
Chapter completed!