The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor - Chapter 295

[Chapter 299 Wool comes from sheep]

When Wan Lu heard this, she froze and roared loudly, but as soon as she thought that she was in someone else’s house, she lowered her voice and blushed, “Gao’s bullying is too much! How can you do this? Even if the Ran family doesn’t give out the dowry, what about the wife’s dowry? She swallowed it all? If you do such a thing, you’re not afraid that you won’t be able to give birth to a son again!”

Xing Niang rolled up her sleeves and said dullly, “You have wronged the Gao Clan. No matter how arrogant she is, isn’t she still an old woman in the hospital? Dare to fight with the clan elder?”

The clan elders knew very well that they had to hold on to Ran Yan, so how could the Xiao clan climb up if they wanted to?

Opportunities are never again, they don’t think there is any lady in the Ran clan who has the ability to hook the children of the clan.

“You mean Aye doesn’t want to.” Ran Yan didn’t use interrogative sentences. She knew from the beginning that this Tang Dynasty father was short-sighted and selfish, but being short-sighted to this point is really a state of admiration.

Ran Yan could get in touch with the whole story after a little thought. Five surnames and seven families have always been ashamed of intermarriage with other surnames. Most of the noble Shandong nobility were not immune to poverty, but after all, they were big clans with hundreds of years of history and prestige. For many nobility, marriage between nobility was the only way to show off their noble blood. At the same time, nobility Since they are proud of their families, they collect high dowries in the form of marrying noble girls, and gradually form a custom of “selling marriages”.

Mrs Ran was the daughter of Mrs. Zheng of Xingyang who married through money under such circumstances. The dowry that Mrs. Ran sent was more than a hundred times more than the dowry that Mrs. Zheng brought.

Ran Wen was already brooding about this matter, and now he has to ask the short-sighted him to pay another dowry fee to Zheng’s daughter. He is bound to be unwilling, even if it is his daughter.

“Alang will compromise. After all, due to the importance Xiao Langjun attaches to his wife, there will be no less betrothal gifts. Although Alang can’t see clearly, the elders will still take care of Ran’s and his wife’s face.” Seeing that Ran Yan was downcast, Xing Niang thought she was sad, so she quickly said something to comfort her.

Ran Yan curled the corners of her lips and smiled sarcastically, “I’m afraid that the elders of the clan have finally compromised, and only a very small part will be released, otherwise there will be no paper list of the third uncle. Anyway, wool comes from sheep, and after all, it has to be borrowed. This is a misunderstanding of the third uncle.”

Even if the Ran family agreed to pay the dowry, the clan elders were reluctant to embezzle the Gongzhong. After all, they wanted to ask Ran Pingyu for money. It was better to understand this way, so that Ran Yan would know where the natal family was in the future.

“Huh?” Xing Niang stretched out her hand to take the dowry list and said happily, “Here is the madam’s dowry!”

“Which ones?” Ran Yan asked.

Xing Niang pointed to the few lines of writing on the far left, “Although there are not many Zhuangzi and mansions that Mrs. dowry, it is really good in a place like Chang’an.”

When Zheng passed away, Ran Yan was still very young, so Zheng’s dowry could only be placed in Ran Wen’s hands for the time being, but it was unknown who it was in the hands of these years. They didn’t dare to sell it. No one in the Ran clan could be a Beijing official for many years, so these villagers and mansions are still idle.

“I thought it was from the third uncle.” Compared with money, these places are more in Ran Yan’s mind.

In later generations, the house gave women a much greater sense of security than men, and Ran Yan was naturally unavoidable.

So it is not unreasonable to say that most women are keen to accumulate real estate.

Ran Yan flicked the dowry list with her fingers, “There’s actually a storefront in Dongshi…. Stop by when I go to choose a wedding dress tomorrow.”

It can be expected that this storefront location will not be very good but it is better than nothing.

In the early morning of the next day, when the drums fell, Ran Yan sent someone to talk to Du Shi, and led Wan Lu and Xing Niang out of the house to Dongshi.

The place where we met yesterday was said to be Jinxiu Village, the largest Xiushuang Village in Chang’an.

Ran Yan personally prefers Qiluoji Xu Wenchang’s eclectic embroidery style, but for the sake of solemnity, he had to choose Jinxiu Village.

The morning light spreads softly on the row upon row of shops,

There are many willow trees planted in front of the drainage ditch beside the road, which have already sent out small green shoots. There are not too many pedestrians on the road, and many shopkeepers are still sweeping in front of the door.

The East Market is still as vibrant as ever. Ran Yan looked outside and unconsciously remembered that when she and Xiao Song were shopping together on New Year’s Eve, there was something overflowing in her heart, but it seemed empty.

Before I knew it, I hadn’t seen him for over a month.

The carriage stopped, and the driver said, “Miss Yan, we have arrived at Jinxiufang.”

Ran Yan had passed by Jinxiufang before, hooked and fought over the eaves, and the words “Splendid” on the plaque at the door flew away with dragons and snakes, very imposing.

Wan Lu jumped out of the car first, and as soon as Ran Yan moved, she heard an exclamation from outside and couldn’t help but say, “What happened?”

“No…it’s alright.” Ran Yan’s terrified voice came from outside.

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Ran Yan opened the curtain suspiciously, and faced a handsome face with a playful smile.

He was still wearing a dark purple round neck and wide-sleeved uniforms, and his hair was as bright as ever.

“What are you doing, come down quickly.” Xiao Song said with a smile in his mellow voice.

Ran Yan was stunned for a moment, and got out of the car with his support, “Aren’t you going to court today?”

“Today, the Sage is not feeling well, so he will leave after clicking Mao.” Xiao Songyou sighed and said, “Does God have mercy on me too?”

“Xiao Shilang.” Xing Niang got out of the car and pushed him away skillfully, “It’s a trivial matter, let the old slave come.”

Xiao Song couldn’t squeeze back, so he had to “look” at Ran Yan through a woman named Xing.

“You’d better go back to the official’s office. Run out when you need to be careful, and be careful to get a copy of the ginseng from the Censor Desk!” Ran Yan was also very happy to see him, but she also heard Ran Pingyu say that Zhang Liang, the minister of punishment, was mobilized. Immediately, Xiao Song may fill the above vacancy. Although this possibility is not very big, it is also very depressing to be cited by the Censor at the juncture of avoiding this.

What’s more, he put Ran Yan on the top of his heart like this, and it is useless for Ran Yan to be known by those who have ulterior motives.

After weighing it, Xiao Song felt that he would marry and go home in two months anyway, and he could look at it however he wanted, and no one could stop him, so he stopped insisting, and said, “Then I’ll go back. ”

“Well.” Ran Yan said.

Their goodbyes have always been so straightforward, but this time when Ran Yan was walking up the steps, she stopped to look at Xiao Song, but saw Xiao Song turning back on the horse, she smiled at Ran Yan, the horse’s hoofs lifted the dust, and Guangyou brushed move, gradually disappearing from sight.

“Miss! No one can see the shadow!” Wan Lu teased.

Ran Yan reached out and tapped her on the head lightly, “I’m getting fatter.”

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[End of this Chapter]