Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 422 Wedding Dress

It was already dark, and smoke was rising from the houses in the market town.

The busiest time in Chang'an in winter is before dinner. The curling smoke from cooking and the aroma of food all over the city give pedestrians who have not yet returned home a sense of olfactory shock, making their already eager pace to return home even faster.

The Jiang family yard has become lively. The weather has been cold recently, and Yangyang Noodle House is doing particularly good business. Once they sell out, they close the shop and go home quickly.

They all got out of the car and immediately broke free from their leashes and rushed in, rubbing against everyone's legs in equal measure.

Jiang's mother, who feeds it every day, is naturally the first target of its attention.

She was busy at the stove when she was hit on the legs a few times, startling her. She looked down and saw a group of dogs with big heads and fat butts. She cursed angrily, pushed them aside with her legs, added a spoonful of hot water to the pot, and walked out: "Why are you back at this time? Did the class start today?"

"I went to the East Market."

Xiao Jiang handed the wedding dress in her hand to Diandian who ran over to fulfill the maid's code of conduct, and walked into the house carrying her cloak. She had to put down this heavy love before she could speak.

Upon hearing this, Jiang's mother stopped cooking and rushed back to the kitchen. She tore off her apron, washed her hands with hot water, and then ran out happily after her. "Oh, let me take a look, let me take a look. I wonder if the shops in the East Market are really better than the ones in the West Market!"

Yingzi was also anxious to see the wedding dress. In their countryside, women usually just wore new clothes when they got married. How could there be such a formal, high-end and elegant style?

Just look at this big wooden box containing the wedding dress, it is wrapped with the finest silk.

The things used to wrap it on the outside are so gorgeous, how beautiful must the wedding dress inside be!

After taking off two thick coats, Xiao Jiang regained control of his body. He felt incredibly light in an instant and his mood improved. He rubbed his hands and went straight to his wedding dress.

Wedding dresses and veils are extremely important things for most young girls who are about to get married. Xiao Jiang looked at the wedding dress in front of her, whose packaging was much more advanced than those of international brands, and her hands could not help but untie the knotted silk.

Otherwise, why do we say that true high-end customization can only be found in Greater China?

Look at this wooden box containing the wedding dress. Although the wood is not the best, it is already very good for a packaging box, especially the carvings on it, which are exquisite in every corner.

Yingzi rested her elbows on the table, her eyes fixed on the wooden box: "Auntie, this wooden box can also be sold for a lot of money, right?"

"Tsk, this money is well spent. I'll put the wedding dress back after we get married. When you're old, you can be buried with it. How grand." Jiang's mother's hands were groping on the wooden box, and she was unknowingly thinking a little too far ahead.

This means he is even starting to worry about his daughter's affairs after her death.

Xiao Jiang, who had received a burial object +1 before he turned twenty, wrinkled his nose. Although people should have foresight, this was too far ahead. It was better to forget about such an unlucky thing.

Moreover, there were too many tomb robbers in later generations. No matter how many burial objects there were, they were only used to improve people's lives. It would be better to bury more things that could not be sold for money.

When he opened the wooden box, what came into view was another thing wrapped in silk. It was Jiang Shangxian's first marriage, and he didn't know that these clothing shops could pack things so carefully. It was over-packaging, brother!

Xiao Jiang was not discouraged and continued driving. This time there was a wedding dress inside!

Well, it is dark blue. This dark blue is somewhat similar to the one in A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains. It is made of a blue-green dye that does not fade. It is completely different from the green wedding dresses on TV. It is a color between blue and green, which can attract people's eyes at first glance - you can tell that this thing is expensive just by looking at it!

The shape is somewhat similar to the imperial robes of a fourth-rank county lady, and it can be said that it is modeled after the imperial robes of a fourth-rank county lady to the greatest extent.

In fact, it is not an exaggeration for later generations to say that the Tang Dynasty was tolerant and open-minded. The wedding dresses of the Tang Dynasty were a style that blended etiquette and customs.

The former is stipulated by the government, while the latter is formed spontaneously by the people. The two influence each other and there is no fixed color or style.

When getting married, civil and military officials and common people basically follow one principle - wear their best and most gorgeous clothes, and the groom's clothes should be as close to the official uniform and crown robes as possible.

During the Tang and Song dynasties, everyone from the emperor to ordinary scholars and officials could wear lower-grade crown robes.

The bride's dress is similar to the imperial robes. In terms of color, style, and fabric, as long as you dare to be innovative, any strange color can be used as a wedding dress.

Xiao Jiang touched her wedding dress, feeling the delicate and smooth touch from her fingertips, and forgot to speak for a moment.

Jiang's mother and Yingzi also wanted to touch it, but they were afraid that it was too cold and dry today. Their hands had barbs that would snag the clothes, so they could only urge her eagerly: "Hurry up and put it on and see~"

"and many more!"

Jiang Shangxian also didn't want to waste things for nothing, so she took small steps and ran to the end of the bed - there was a simple dressing table that Lao Fan had made for her.

There is a large round wooden box on the dressing table.

This was given to her by Cui Shuhua, who said that every female family had a few of these makeup boxes. The outside was painted with lacquer, oil paint, and needle-carved patterns, and was covered with gold foil.

In short, the round plate looks low-key, luxurious and meaningful - much better than the messy and scattered pile of things Jiang's mother bought before.

It was divided into two layers, filled with nine small boxes of various shapes, containing rouge, eyebrow tweezers, silk cotton puffs and powder, combs, facial cream, hand cream, eyebrow razors and black ink, a small mirror, and lip balm.

Jiang Shangxian particularly likes this thing. The quality is better than the one her mother bought, and the box inside and outside will not be easily knocked over or messed up when she takes it out. Every morning she takes out a small mirror and applies some facial cream on her face, and then puts on a few drops of lip balm.

She carefully took out a small rectangular box, opened the lid and put a bunch of things in it, then spread them carefully on her hands, and then walked back and carefully put on her wedding dress.

Neither Jiang's mother nor Yingzi would touch the dress. She put it on in several layers, inside and out, and it took her a while to finish. She turned her neck and looked at it from front to back: "How is it? Does it look good?"

Yingzi nodded vigorously: "It looks good!"

It’s more beautiful than all the wedding dresses in their entire village combined!

Mother Jiang ran to the door, poked her head out from between the thick curtains that blocked the wind, and howled outside, "Erlang! You and Zhenying go to my room and bring the bronze mirror over!"

"Hey!"

Running your own business means you basically have no rest all year round. Xia Zhenying was so exhausted from making ramen that she went back to her room and lay there as soon as she entered the door. On the contrary, Jiang Wangri had less time to work as he was selling braised food, and right now he was massaging Old Madam Xia's shoulders like a filial son and grandson!