Lu Yun's marriage was arranged through a matchmaker, and Lu Guangsheng personally went to the Wang family to meet them before finalizing it.
The timing was a bit rushed, but this was common for ordinary folk getting married. Once the date was set, the groom's family would present the betrothal gifts, and the bride's family would prepare the dowry. On the wedding day, they would have a meal together, and that would be it.
When Lu Yao got married, it was even simpler. Since the Zhao family had no elders, Zhao Beichuan only sent over the betrothal gifts, and Lu Yao came with a small bundle on his back. With few relatives, they only managed to host five tables of guests.
Moreover, the locals did not have the custom of giving monetary gifts at weddings. At most, the elders in the family might give some money, but others wouldn't contribute anything, coming just to eat and drink. This is why some poor families didn't even hold banquets during weddings, feeling it was too much of a loss.
Lu Yao planned to send some items as a dowry for his younger brother. After all, the original body had been quite harsh to his two younger brothers, almost cruelly so.
In childhood, he often beat and scolded them; when they were older, he bullied them into helping him with work, making them distant from him. Since he had taken over this body, he felt compelled to make amends for the original body.
Currently, they had over twenty taels of silver, which was stored in a clay jar hidden under the bed in the east room. Only he and Zhao Beichuan knew about it, keeping it safe.
Lu Yao lifted the bedding, took out the clay jar, and wiped off the dust. Counting the silver, there were twenty-one taels in total, plus two strings and four coins of copper.
This money came from selling tofu, pork, and hides, gradually accumulating over time. By the end of the month, Xu the shopkeeper would settle accounts, adding more to their savings.
Lu Yao took out one tael of silver and some copper coins, planning to buy some fabric for Lu Yun after delivering tofu tomorrow.
Initially, Lu Yao thought about getting him a silver hairpin, but then reconsidered, thinking it was impractical. It couldn't be worn while working, and losing it would be heartbreaking. A piece of fabric would be more useful.
During dinner, he discussed it with Zhao Beichuan.
"I want to buy a piece of fabric as a dowry for Lao Si."
Zhao Beichuan said, "Do as you see fit. If you buy fabric for Lao Si, don't forget Lao Wu."
"Of course."
Although they had money now, they weren't rich yet. A fine piece of fabric cost around two strings, which was still a considerable expense for them.
After dinner, Xiaodou and Xiaonian cleared the table, while Zhao Beichuan washed the dishes. Lu Yao and Lin Daman filtered the soy milk ground in the afternoon, setting the tofu in molds to press, finishing their work for the day.
After extinguishing the lights, Zhao Beichuan reached out to hug Lu Yao, but was pushed away.
Lu Yao whispered, "Don't touch me, I'm still sore!"
"I'll rub your back." He placed his large hand on Lu Yao's waist and started massaging. "Didn't you want us to consummate? Now you're complaining."
Lu Yao thought to himself: How could I know you were so gifted! It was torture!
*
The next morning, it started snowing lightly!
It was late October, which would be early November by the Gregorian calendar, so it was time for snow.
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