novelAbuy Chapter 91. Sensible children are just lovable.
Chapter 91. Sensible children are just lovable.
Chapter 91. Sensible children are just lovable.
Lin Zhou's gift-giving journey officially began on the third day of the Lunar New Year.
The car was full of gifts, and even Eagle was not left out. The gift prepared for Eagle, this little girl, was a pair of deerskin boots. The gift was not expensive, but it was reasonable.
But Lin Zhou really didn't expect that a pair of inconspicuous boots, which would only cost four or five hundred yuan over there and wouldn't even be worth a penny here, could make that silly kid, Brother Ying, cry until his snot turned into bubbles.
"Hey, get away from me, you're smearing your snot on me!"
It took a lot of effort to push Eagle's head away, but after Eagle recovered, she ran all over the place in those warm little boots, making the floor thump loudly, like she was powered by nuclear energy.
"Alright, just shut up."
Lin Zhou clicked his tongue: "Grab the things, close the shop door, and come with me to deliver the gifts."
"Coming, sir!"
The four bags contained belongings of the Rui family. On the way, Ying Ge would practically pull up her skirt to show off her new boots to every neighbor she met, her eyes practically saying, "How did you know my husband bought me boots?" When she ran into a former roommate, it was even more impressive. After chatting for a while, she deliberately lifted her feet to show her, proudly declaring, "My husband bought them for me!"
Then, he was so engrossed in the envious and jealous gaze of the other party that he couldn't extricate himself for a long time. Lin Zhou was so embarrassed by her that he wanted to cover his face. After finally getting out of the street where there were more familiar people, Brother Ying finally behaved himself, but he still walked with a gust of wind, as active as a nuclear-powered little man.
Upon arriving at the "Bold Gan" villa, one is greeted by festive decorations. The Spring Festival customs of the Jin Kingdom are even more vibrant than those of the South. For some reason, they are very particular about the aesthetics of bright red and green. Even the guards at the gate are dressed in festive colors, which is quite astonishing.
When Lin Zhou entered, he took out a red envelope and gave it to the guards. Naturally, they didn't stop him. After all, everyone in the manor knew that this guy was the future son-in-law, and the prince seemed to like him quite a bit. If they stopped the new son-in-law from coming to celebrate the New Year, it would be a miracle if the princess didn't break his legs.
"Please, young master."
The steward at the door naturally came to greet him, and Lin Zhou immediately handed over a large red envelope containing fifty strings of cash. Ever since he had been fleeced by Qin Hui, Lin Zhou had never treated money as money. Although the steward of the Prince's Mansion was not short of money, he was naturally overjoyed to receive such a generous reward from his master.
"His Highness is entertaining guests. Young Master, please come with me to the back room. I will immediately arrange for someone to make you tea, and then I will go and inform the young master and the others."
The butler's enthusiasm was genuine; he was practically begging for a tail to wag at Lin Zhou. Lin Zhou, on the other hand, politely cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Thank you for your trouble."
"Oh! Young master, please don't be so polite. I can't accept such a courtesy." The butler returned the greeting with a cheerful smile, then quickly walked out the door.
Five minutes later, footsteps sounded outside, and then the door was pushed open, and Yangti and Hongliu walked in. Hongliu almost went up to hug them, but Yangti grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her back.
"What are you so arrogant about!"
"If your mother sees this, she'll lock you up in the house again. Have some shame!"
"snort----"
Seeing that the two were still like this, Lin Zhou placed their gifts on the table. Hong Liu's gifts were a roll of silk embroidered with gold thread and a pair of gold bracelets with small bells. The silk craft did not exist at this time. It was said to have appeared between the late Ming Dynasty and the early Qing Dynasty. Now that it was in Hong Liu's hands, it was naturally unique.
She was so captivated by the gift that she played with it for ages, barely exchanging a few words with Lin Zhou. The gift for Yang Ti, on the other hand, was a set of outdoor gear: a compass, cut-resistant gloves, and two high-manganese steel daggers. It looked incredibly stylish, and Yang Ti was completely mesmerized. The two siblings sat there playing with their presents without uttering a single word.
"No, at least pay attention to me."
"Quiet down." Yang Ti had just put down the compass when he picked up two daggers and brandished them a few times: "Treasures! These are much better than the ones in your shop."
"That goes without saying."
"What did you bring for Mom and Dad? Let me see."
Yangti stepped forward and opened the other two bags. In the bag belonging to Prince Rui, there were eight bottles of wine and a breastplate, while in the bag belonging to the Princess, there was an extremely finely crafted ceramic Buddha statue, about three feet tall, with a lifelike expression. By today's standards, it was the work of a master craftsman, and its value could not be measured by money.
"Wow!!" Hongliu exclaimed, "This is so beautiful! My mom will definitely sleep with it."
Lin Zhou pursed his lips and pointed to the eight bottles of wine he had just painstakingly carried: "This is the most expensive—"
"Wine?" Yangti took out a bottle and examined it for a moment. "How do I open it?"
"No—no—" Lin Zhou quickly stepped forward: "Damn it, you opened my gift, an odd number doesn't look good!"
"What are you afraid of? Just put it back in after you finish drinking it."
Lin Zhou certainly couldn't let this guy do whatever he wanted, but Yang Ti was the kind of guy with incredible strength who could throw bricks at anything. What should have been a bottle cap pried open with a key, he simply pried open with his bare hands.
As soon as he opened the door, the room was filled with the aroma of top-grade baijiu. He sniffed it and exclaimed, "Wow—this smells amazing! Let me try some—you wait, let me try some—"
"You're a real dog!" Lin Zhou cursed from the side, "Now look what happened, you broke one of the Eight Horses painting!"
The prince must have received the news as well, and after entertaining his guests, he naturally came over. As soon as he entered the room, he saw his son drinking with his head tilted back. As an old drunkard, he could tell from the aroma of the wine that filled the room that the wine must be mellow and strong.
But when Lin Zhou took out all eight bottles of wine and put them together, the prince realized that even the bottles were rare treasures. Of the eight horses of different shapes, only seven were on the table, and the neck of one of them had been twisted off.
"You bastard!!!"
The prince flew into a rage, and Yang Ti naturally received a severe beating, causing chaos and confusion until the commotion attracted the princess.
The princess didn't give Lin Zhou a friendly look, after all, it was because of this boy that the old man who had doted on her for half his life lost his temper with her for the first time.
Old women hold grudges.
But when she saw the porcelain Buddha statue, she could no longer feel any resentment. Although the porcelain had been fired for hundreds of years, the quality of this Buddha statue was by no means ordinary. To put it bluntly, she was a princess and it was an overreach for her to use this, because even the imperial porcelain was not as good as it.
But she couldn't bring herself to immediately show Lin Zhou a friendly face, after all, she held a grudge. So she just sat there, neither speaking nor doing anything, only constantly scolding Yangti, who was being chased all over the yard by the prince.
"Your Highness, I won't stay any longer. I still need to deliver gifts to Qin Hui and his men. I'll come back for dinner later."
The prince had just caught up with his son and was tenderly smelling the bottle of wine that had been violently broken when he heard Lin Zhou's words. He looked up and said, "I'm afraid it won't work today. Qin Hui is having a banquet at his house, and it wouldn't be convenient for you to attend."
"Then I'll go and give my husband a gift."
"Alright." The prince nodded. "Go early and come back early. We'll have dinner here tonight."
"Okay."
The prince looked up at Hongliu, who was examining the fabric with her mother, and said, "Are you still standing there? Come with me!"
"Huh? Me?" Hongliu pointed to herself: "I went with him to deliver gifts?"
"You go? I will?" The prince frowned. "Go now!"
"oh----"
Watching Lin Zhou leave with his daughter, the prince glanced back at his wife, who was stroking the fabric, and asked, "What? You like it?"
"Old man, look at this fabric." She placed the cloth in front of the prince. "Isn't this fabric even better than what the Empress wore on her wedding day? It's so beautiful! The color is perfect, and the embroidery is exquisite. Whose fabric is this? I've never seen it before!"
"You've owned thousands of Buddha statues, big and small, but have you ever seen one this white and of such fine quality?"
"No, I've never seen one before." The princess bowed and approached the Buddha statue on the table. "Look at it, oh my, it looks just like it's alive—"
"You don't know? That noisy thing of yours that's always making a racket was also brought here by your son-in-law."
"Wasn't that given to you by Qin Hui?"
"Tsk—" The prince raised his head, looking speechless.
"What do you mean? You look down on me? Yes, I'm ignorant, but how many good days have I had since I married you? I followed you from seventeen, fighting battles here and there, never wearing nice clothes or using anything good—"
"Stop reciting—stop reciting—"
At that moment, Lin Zhou was walking down the street with Eagle and Red Willow. Eagle lifted her skirt and said to Red Willow, "Look, look, the master gave me these boots, aren't they beautiful?"
"It looks great, it looks great." Hongliu pinched Yingge's cheek, then looked up at Lin Zhou and said, "Are you really taking me to deliver the gift to our mentor for the festival?"
"Is there a problem?"
"Well—oh dear—" Hongliu suddenly became a little hesitant: "Wouldn't that be inappropriate—"
"What are you afraid of? Where did that heroic spirit you had when you beat up your brother go?"
"You're so annoying!"
Back at the shop, they found two gifts for their teacher among the pile of gifts, and the three of them set off again. There weren't many people along the way, but they did encounter a few women who were shopping on the street and bowed to Lin Zhou when they saw him.
"You recognize them?"
"Looks like they're cooking at the construction site." Lin Zhou glanced back. "They didn't get a break for the New Year either."
"You're so heartless—" Hongliu pouted, "You don't even give people a holiday for the New Year. Be careful people will talk about you behind your back."
"You don't know anything." Lin Zhou put one hand on Hong Liu's shoulder: "They have meat and rice at the construction site, four meals a day. When they go back, the stove is cold and the pot is empty. Why don't you ask them if they need a rest?"
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