Marry a powerful minister and remain a widow?I’m done with the book-wearing female role!

A few days after bidding farewell to Mr. Shen, the donation collection ended in late August of the lunar calendar, and the convoy transporting grain and grass finally set off from the capital.

It was dark on the day of departure and it started to rain lightly.

At the city gate where he was sent off, the Jiang family and the concierge were all present, and a hundred or so people lined up to see him off.

Jiang Yuzhu couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Mom and dad, my daughter is just accompanying Yuan He to the Northland and taking care of his food, clothing and daily life on the way. You two elders don't have to worry."

When they bid farewell to their second brother Jiang Huaiqing and Princess Yutan, the Jiang family did not stage such a big showdown.

The corners of Chen's eyes were bloodshot, but she smiled and patted Jiang Yuzhu on the shoulder: "You girl, do you think this is my mother's suggestion?"

Most of the servants of the Jiang family are old people from the northwest. They have been in the mansion for more than 20 years and have deep feelings for Jiang Yuzhu as they watch her grow up.

The steward had this idea and secretly discussed it with his servants.

Mrs. Chen didn't know about this at all. Not long after she arrived at the city gate, she found that even the old man with bad legs and feet who had been responsible for pruning the flowers and trees in the back garden was here.

"Miss, you have a safe trip!"

Manager Jiang made a gesture, and a hundred or so servants shouted at the same time. The sound was high and deafening.

Facing the looks from all directions, Jiang Yuzhu twitched her eyebrows and waved pretending to be calm. Although she was not a general, she felt like a military parade.

Almost instantly, the servants all turned their heads and looked directly at Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao's eyelids twitched fiercely and promised: "Yuzhu is my wife, I will take good care of her."

Waiting for Jiang Yuzhu to take care of his daily life, when did he have such a status?

In front of everyone, Xie Zhao was not perfunctory, and everyone in the Jiang family was more satisfied.

Say goodbye to your family first, and then it’s the turn of the good sisters.

Zhao Fendie, Qiao Ying and Yu Jiaojiao all came, bringing cakes and candies that were easy to store.

The three of them stepped forward and said to Xie Zhao, "Master Xie is in trouble. You have to take good care of our Yuzhu."

Xie Zhao: "..."

It sounds like he is the outsider.

Xie Xuan and his mother, Mrs. Shen, had mentioned it several times before, and Xie Xuan had to make a guarantee every time.

What he didn't say was that before his mother, Shen, left, she forced him to write a pledge not to take concubines.

"We believe Mr. Xie."

After Zhao Fendie finished speaking, she stopped talking to Xie Zhao and stepped forward to hug Jiang Yuzhu and say a few words.

Everyone said goodbye, and the auspicious time soon came.

After a burst of crackling firecrackers, the large group of people set off on the road.

Jiang Yuzhu stuck her head out of the carriage and waved. She didn't enter the carriage until the carriage entered the official road, and the dense crowd of people turned into little ants.

The carriage is simple on the outside, but extremely luxurious on the inside.

The seats are widened and cushioned all around, which does a good job of mitigating bumps on the road.

Jiang Yuzhu casually opened the travel diary of Northland that her elder brother Jiang Huaida bought in exchange for it, and continued to learn about the customs and customs of the border town.

The northern land is bitterly cold and the folk customs are strong and there are not so many restrictions on women. Half of the shops are female shopkeepers and they manage the business very well.

Hong Li followed and watched, and was also a little curious: "Miss, you said that the mountains are closed due to heavy snow, and the people live in the village and cannot go out. How can they live their lives?"

"Why not?"

People in the North have the habit of stocking up on goods, filling their home warehouses before winter.

The climate is very cold, so food buried in the snow can be preserved for a whole winter and then taken out to thaw when it is time to eat.

"Look at it, it says: I stay at home on a snowy day, mostly eating stew in an iron pot, and inviting a few friends to sit on the kang, chatting lively."

Now that she's in the North, Jiang Yuzhu has no choice but to find fun in it.

"In the capital, there are very few snowflakes all year round. If the falling snow quickly turns into water, there will be no snowflakes at all. In the winter in the north, you can use the snow water from the tops of the cold plum trees to make tea. The aroma of the tea is mixed with the subtle fragrance of the plum blossoms, which is very elegant."

When it came to drinking tea, Jiang Yuzhu got excited and held the teapot given by her father Jiang Fulu in her arms, eager to rub it a few more times.

This action frightened Hong Jin, who hurriedly stopped her and said, "I have just refilled the hot water. I will scald you carefully!"

Jiang Yuzhu came to his senses, silently put down the teapot, and told the maids: "This teapot was given to me by my father. It is a very precious thing. You should all be more agile with your hands and feet on weekdays. If you knock over the teapot, two months' monthly payment will be deducted!"

Several maids probably thought that their wife left home and missed her parents, and did not think about anything else.

The carriage kept going until it was dark.

He couldn't catch up with the inn along the way. After entering the city, Xie Zhao immediately sent Liang An to settle down in the guest room.

"Futong Inn is the largest inn in Daqi, and can be found in almost every major city."

After traveling for a day, Jiang Yuzhu looked tired. Xie Zhao thought of his mother's instructions and took the initiative to help his wife squeeze her shoulders and introduced, "There is a terrace outside the inn. You can sit on the terrace at night to drink tea and admire the moon."

On the way to Futong Inn, Xie Zhao found a time-honored restaurant selling roast chicken.

"Yuanhe, have you been here?"

Seeing that Xie Zhao knew the signs of each restaurant clearly, Jiang Yuzhu asked casually.

Liang An patted his chest and answered proudly: "Madam, this is the boundary of the capital. I once worked as Jing Zhaoyin. As long as it is a shop on the boundary of the capital, unless you don't go to the Yamen to change it in time, there is nothing that I don't know!"

Jiang Yuzhu was stunned for a moment. She had seen Xie Zhao's ability, but she didn't expect that in the small towns surrounding the capital, Xie Zhao's ability had not been lost.

Several local specialties were served for dinner, and Jiang Yuzhu recorded them in the booklet. The dishes that tasted good were highlighted and will be eaten again when we return from the North.

By the time Jiang Yuzhu had washed herself, it was already dark.

Standing on the terrace and looking around, in the distance is an alley where wealthy families gather.

In the courtyard, a few lighting lanterns were lit, but the surroundings were extremely quiet. Occasionally, a drunk man passed by downstairs, walking staggeringly and mumbling incessantly.

Jiang Yuzhu entered the room and found that Xie Zhao had not washed up, but was sitting outside without changing his clothes.

"You do not sleep?"

Jiang Yuzhu asked politely and extinguished the brightest lantern, leaving only a candle.

Although they have been physically close to each other, the couple has been busy with their own affairs recently and has not been close to each other anymore.

Xie Zhao's eyes stayed on Jiang Yuzhu for a moment, then he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Does Madam need to warm the bed for her husband?"

Before Jiang Yuzhu could say anything, Xie Zhao shook his head with a regretful look on his face: "Not tonight, the beauty has an appointment."

He said these words to test his wife's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuzhu was taken aback for a moment, but instead of asking more questions or showing jealousy, he quickly came to the table, emptied the tea, wiped the teapot dry with a handkerchief, and went to bed.

Xie Zhao lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting dark shadows, and he really couldn't smile.

After a long while, Xie Zhao spoke with difficulty: "What do you mean, madam?"

Jiang Yuzhu gave up on him, didn't mind the "beautiful woman" in his mouth, and replaced him with a teapot?