Traveling through ancient times, I married an ugly brother

As the weather is getting colder and the taste of the New Year is getting more and more full, every household has started to prepare for the New Year.

This year, the Shen family not only built a new house, but also started a business, and their life was flourishing day by day.

The exclusive restaurant went out of business after the new year, and the Shen family was rarely idle.

To celebrate the New Year and wear new clothes, on this day, all the members of the Shen family, except the children, went to Fuying County to go shopping.

The Shen family brothers and sister-in-laws also had their own small coffers in the past six months. This time when they went to the streets, everyone had enough money in their pockets. In the past, they rarely went to the streets except for going to the market.

Needless to say, it's okay for men to shop less often, but it's different for women and younger brothers.

When they were not married, they could still go shopping, but most of the time they just looked around and didn't buy. Now, they have money in their pockets and they are confident enough.

There are many stalls in the market, and every time they pass by a stall, they have to stop to have a look, such as hairpins, earrings, rouge and gouache, no matter what they see, the sisters-in-law will gather in front of the stall and chat about it. Fan, some even pick it up and make gestures.

Shen Changjun took Jiang Liu into one of the largest jewelry stores, but he did not expect that the shopkeeper of this cleaning shop knew him: "Guest officer, you are here again, today we just have a new batch of hairpins, you Do you want to see it?"

"Grass", Shen Changjun scolded in his heart, and he remembered that this jewelry store was a store that the original owner used to come to court Li Shishi before, so the store owner naturally knew him, so he wouldn't have come here if he had known.

Shen Changjun turned his head in embarrassment and said to Jiang Liu: "Why don't we go to another house to see?"

Jiang Liu glanced at him, didn't speak, and walked slowly to the counter, looking at him casually.

Shen Changjun felt that his heart was going cold and cold, what's the matter.

The shopkeeper didn't know the reason for this, but when he saw someone coming to pick out his own goods, he hurriedly greeted him warmly and said, "Oh, this guest, you really have a good eye, this is the best all-silver hairpin in our store, and it's only for sale. The price is 20 taels."

What Jiang Liu picked up was a hairpin made entirely of sterling silver, with a plum blossom carved on the head of the hairpin.

After hearing the shopkeeper's introduction, he put the hairpin back in its original place

The shopkeeper's expression didn't change at all, and he introduced other styles to him.

Seeing that Jiang Liu had no intention of leaving, Shen Changjun followed suit half-heartedly.

In his eyes, these hairpins looked very ordinary, either plum blossoms or peach blossoms without any intentions, not to mention unsightly, and very monotonous.

He looked the other way, huh?This jadeite hairpin is pretty good, the whole body is emerald green, and the head of the hairpin is a white green lotus, which quietly blooms and is lifelike.

Shen Changjun picked it up and said, "How much is this hairpin?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly said: "This hairpin is made by a famous artist, and the asking price is 50 taels."

"That's it."

After Shen Changjun finished speaking, he quickly took out 50 taels, put it on the counter, then walked to Jiang Liu's side, and waved it in front of Jiang Liu as if offering a treasure.

Jiang Liu's eyes lit up when he took it, and he liked it very much. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he touched Qinglian's stamen with his fingers, and then put it in his small cloth bag with great care.

The two walked out of the store and walked towards the cloth shop. When they were separated from their families just now, they agreed to meet at the cloth shop.

Before reaching the distribution point, Shen Changjun was attracted by something.

This is a stall with a few things on it. They are several exquisitely crafted daggers. Each dagger has a different shape. The only thing in common is that the scabbards are all made of Tibetan silver, including the handles. .

These daggers looked like they were made by the same person. He looked at the store and asked casually, "You made all of these?"

He picked up one at random, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and pulled it out slowly. The blade reflected a silver light, and it was still sharpened. Shen Changjun liked it very much.

The stall owner said with a smile: "Oh, I can't do it. When I was doing business, I passed by a place full of Semu people. There are such things everywhere, but they don't eat much there. I don’t understand our language, so I exchanged food with them, hehe.”

Shen Changjun nodded, and then asked: "How much do you plan to sell this knife for?

The stall owner said: "It's not too much, just 5 taels of silver."

Shen Changjun didn't talk nonsense, took out 10 taels and bought two.

These two weapons look similar, except that one is shorter and the other is longer. Shen Changjun gave the longer one to Jiang Liu and said, "Here for you, for self-defense."

Jiang Liu took it, looked at it over and over for a while, and imitated what Shen Changjun did just now, pulled out the handle of the knife, saw the opened blade, and inserted the knife back. He also liked this object very much. He took out his small cloth bag and put it away again with great care.

The two went to the agreed cloth shop, and sure enough, Mrs. He and her sisters-in-law were already there. The sisters-in-law were choosing fabrics, and everyone in the family wanted to cut a new piece of clothing.

Now that the store is on holiday, I don't need servants to help me cut clothes, I can do it myself.

In the past half a year, all the children have grown taller and fatter, and they are more lively than before.

Shen's father and several elder brothers all went to buy food such as rice, flour, grain, oil, etc., as well as candy and some etiquette.

When the ox cart came to pick them up, the family came out of the cloth shop with big and small bags, but they really bought a lot, and the shopkeeper of the cloth shop happily sent them out of the shop himself.

On New Year's Eve, the servants got up early to hang up the red lanterns. The Spring Festival couplets were written by Shen Changjun, and they were pasted up early. The yard was also cleaned up. The Shen family also got up early. Worship to the immortals everywhere.

Both adults and children of the Shen family went. When they arrived, they set up sacrifices, lit joss sticks, and kowtowed to their ancestors.

Shen Changjun was a little confused. He was born in New China and grew up under the red flag. He used to scoff at the theory that there is a soul after death, thinking it was feudal superstition.

He also felt that the so-called ancestor worship is nothing more than to tell the younger generation who your ancestors are and who they are. In the future, you will be buried here when you die. This is what the so-called recognition of ancestors means.

As for the so-called ancestors' blessings and the like, they are purely looking for comfort. If the ancestors could really bless them, how could there be so many people who died unjustly.

But the current Shen Changjun dare not speak nonsense anymore. Didn’t he himself travel through the soul to another world? Now he kneels in front of other people’s ancestors and says that he is your descendant. He doesn’t know if the original ancestor will be angry. Jumped out from the ancestral grave.

He could only mutter in a low voice, saying that he didn't intend to occupy this body on purpose, and that he must be filial to his original parents and treat his brothers well. Since he is the master of this body now, you are also mine. Ancestors, Barabara muttered in a low voice, except for himself, no one knew what he was talking about.

After the worship, the group of people walked back, but they ran into the patriarch and others who were also worshiping the ancestors.

Seeing Shen Changjun passing by him, Shen Beimin snorted coldly, with obvious resentment in his eyes.

Shen Changjun was baffled by his humming, but he didn't take it to heart, thinking that it should be about the rumors last time, but shouldn't he be the one who should be angry.

When the passers-by returned home, the smell of food was already coming from the kitchen. After simply eating breakfast, they began to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. This year's New Year's Eve is the most sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner ever prepared by the Shen family. Fried balls, fried candies, Fried fish, making dumplings, in short, the smell of the dishes from Shen's family can be spread ten miles away, making the second neighbor Shen's mouth water.

Shen Changjun felt that the Chinese New Year must be lively and lively, especially when watching the New Year, you can't spend the time staring and staring, there must be some entertainment.

So he thought of something.

When I was at home, there were some essential entertainments, and the most important one was mahjong.

He decided to use the bamboo at home to make a set of mahjong tiles.

A complete set of mahjong tiles, including spring, summer, autumn and winter, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, has a total of 144 tiles.

But Shen Changjun doesn't plan to make so many, he only needs 136.

He took out the dagger he bought today, and sharpened it on the bamboo. He didn't expect that the bamboo would be easily cut open with the knife, and the edges were still neat. Shen Changjun was very happy. This knife is really good. sharp enough.

He cut the bamboo into small pieces of tofu, and then took out the paint for painting the menu.

Although Shen Changjun painted very carefully, his painting skills were limited. The chicken he drew looked like a defeated rooster, with a drooping head and no aura of a chicken. He even blushed when he saw it.

After roughly drawing all the mahjong tiles, he made another dice and a special square box for mahjong tiles. After finishing these, he waited for the paint on the mahjong tiles to dry.

"Little brother, what are you doing?" Fourth brother Shen Changle surrounded him and asked curiously.

"Mahjong." In order to make the paint dry faster, Shen Changjun found out the straw mat fan used in summer to fan the wind.

"Majiang?"

Ok

Shen Changle licked his lips, "What kind of sesame paste is this?"

"I played mahjong." After finishing speaking, Shen Changjun smiled, "Hahaha, fourth brother, this is not the edible sesame sauce you thought in your mind, it's for playing." He picked up a small bamboo branch and put it on the ground. The word Mahjong was written out.

It's a pity that Shen Changle still doesn't know these two words.

Although he has learned some characters now, but not many, but he also understands, this is definitely not mahjong.

Shen Changle, who made a joke, didn't think anything of it, his younger brother has always been knowledgeable, and he doesn't feel ashamed if he doesn't understand.

He squatted aside, took the fan in Shen Changjun's hand, and helped to fan the wind, hoping that the paint would dry quickly, so that he could know what this so-called mahjong was.

After a few slaps, the third brother also came over and said, "Little brother, what is this?"

Shen Changle laughed, and rushed to answer: "Mahjong".

Shen Changxi was not as stupid as Shen Changle, although he was a little confused, but he didn't show it stupidly.

Shen Changle was still waiting for the next sentence, but it turned out that his third brother seemed like a normal person, and he didn't see any reaction.

He raised his head to look at each other with wide eyes.

However, Shen Changxi gave him a blank look, squatted down, found a bamboo board at random from the side, and fanned it too.

Shen Changle: "...

After a while, the eldest brother and the second brother also came over.