Chapter 4: Marrying

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 4: Marrying

Seeing Zhao Yuerong looking pitiful, Xia Yuan's tone was soft and said, "Go and eat that bowl of noodles quickly, don't be embarrassed."

"I, I'm not hungry, I'm really full, I'm easy to support." The little girl blushed and stuttered, continuing to work hard to establish a good character for herself, for fear that she would eat too much, Xia Yuan would think she was not easy to support herself, and thus drove herself back.

Seeing this, Xia Yuan simply stood up and walked to the wooden table, picked up the bowl of chicken noodle soup that had not been moved, and sighed deliberately, "It seems that you really don't want to eat it, so I can only pour out this bowl of noodles."

"don't want!"

When Zhao Yuerong heard this, he quickly stepped forward to stop him. In desperation, his voice was no longer as small as before, and it increased by several decibels in a row.

"Then do you eat?"

"eat."

"Then eat it quickly."

Under Xia Yuan's urging, Zhao Yuerong moved his steps, moved little by little to the wooden table, sat down, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and put them in his mouth with great cherishment.

It's really delicious.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling that this bowl of noodles was the most delicious thing in the world, and her little face couldn't help but express her happiness.

I thought I would be driven back, and then I would be caught and beat the board. After hitting the board, I was driven out to be a beggar.

But unexpectedly, my husband didn't do this, but instead kept me and gave me chicken noodle soup.

Mom, Rong'er has eaten chicken noodle soup, and her husband is also a very good person.

Good-hearted and beautiful.

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and took a secret glance at Xia Yuan, then quickly lowered her eyes.

The little girl was drinking a bowl of noodles and even the soup. Then she reluctantly put down the bowl and touched her round belly with her hands. She showed a satisfied expression on her face, a faint smile appeared on the corners of her mouth, and a small dimples were brought out on her cheeks.

"Are you full?"

Xia Yuan saw her series of movements and expressions, and she couldn't help but laugh. This little girl is really interesting.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Yuerong raised his head, and then saw Xia Yuan looking at him with a smile. His little face turned red again, and he nodded like a mosquito and flies. Then he quickly stood up and ran out with two bowls, leaving only one sentence, "Husband, I'll go wash the dishes."

Seeing her blushing and running out, Xia Yuan suddenly felt that it would be nice to have such a person to be with her in the future. Not to mention anything else, at least this little girl is quite interesting.

The room was empty only Xia Yuan himself. He sighed in a long sigh and began to think about his situation.

In my memory, I am a scholar and a scholar. My father, who died, was a juren. I followed the genealogy and continued to rise for several generations, and even a high-end species like Jinshi appeared.

In the Xiajiazhuang area, my own family is definitely considered a scholarly family.

The Xia family adheres to the principle of farming and studying for a long time and inheriting poetry and books. They have been farming and studying, hoping that a certain generation of descendants can pass the imperial examination and then become a high-ranking official to shine on their family.

Of course this was the past, as for the present.

Anyway, Xia Yuan didn't think he could pass the imperial examination or the Jinshi.

Although I had the memory of the original owner in my head, I was full of content about the Four Books and Five Classics. I passed the exam for scholars in my teens and was definitely a genius in the Ming Dynasty.

But the eight-legged essay is really difficult to be a human being. After so many years of development, the questions he has asked are more evil than the other.

Thinking about it, Xia Yuan felt that the tradition of inheriting poetry and books in his family must be broken by his generation.

It seems like we have to find another way out.

Previously, due to a sudden change in his parents, half of the eight acres of fertile land passed down by his ancestors in the family were sold, earning 40 taels of money.

The family still had some family money, about ten taels of silver, and took out eight taels of silver from the land sale to bury their parents.

A series of funeral expenses and a variety of funeral objects, and a total of more than twenty taels of silver were spent.

I spent nearly ten taels of money before and after the treatment.

Of the remaining silver, ten taels are used to purchase betrothal gifts, and ten taels are used to buy weddings and purchase various wedding supplies. Now there are only about five or six taels of silver left.

Of course, those guests must receive gifts when attending the wedding, but they are basically rice, flour, cloth, etc. As for the small amount of cash, it is estimated that all the copper plates collected are not three taels.

After all the calculations, there were only less than ten taels of silver left in my hand.

Ten taels of silver, it feels a little short.

But the family still has four acres of good fertile land, which can be sold for another 40 taels at the previous land price, plus the ten taels and fifty taels of silver in hand.

These silver is used as capital and then to do business. With various business methods that I have seen in the future, it is difficult to tolerate if I don’t make a fortune.

Thinking of this, Xia Yuan shook his head again, selling the land for one acre less than one acre. When there is no land, he can only be a tenant for the landlords, and his descendants will be oppressed.

He is a modern person at heart but doesn't care much about this. After all, even if he doesn't sell it, after more than a hundred years, the Qing Dynasty will only be oppressed even more violently.

What's more, even if you sell it, you can buy it back until you make money.

But the problem is that there is a patriarch in Xiajiazhuang, so don’t underestimate this patriarch. It was the Ming Dynasty, and communication was basically tyrants and transportation was basically tyrants.

In such a backward era, the patriarch of a village held various positions, such as the village branch secretary, police station director, court president, and even director of the Women's Federation.

In fact, the Ming Dynasty was governing the world with these landlords and gentry. This is the case with the so-called imperial power not going to the countryside.

All 100 families in Xiajiazhuang are under the jurisdiction of the clan leader. The clan leader has the final say in the whole village. The big and small things between neighbors, from stealing and watching the village head widow Liu take a bath, from hurting people and robbing father-in-law and even the little things that uncle and sister-in-law do.

In short, as long as there is no death or the yamen is too lazy to take care of, the patriarch of the tribe is generally handled by the patriarch of the tribe.

Moreover, the sentencing standards are very casual. Whether to cut hands and stomp your feet to soak the pig cage or curse a few words lightly depends on the mood of the patriarch.

From this we can see that the Ming Dynasty was really a very humane dynasty. Of course, this mainly depends on the human nature of the patriarch.

According to Xia Yuan's understanding, the patriarch of Xiajiazhuang is a rigid-minded and old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-

He sold four acres of land himself to bury his parents, which was filial. It was understandable that he had been talking about this for a long time.

If you sell land again, it would be a pure prodigal act. Not only would you be harshly slapped by the people in the clan, but you would also be blocked by various relatives. You would probably have to be served by the old man using the clan rules.

Xia Yuan was thinking about it when he saw Zhao Yuerong pushing open the door and walking in, then moving towards him with a small step, facing his gaze, and a faint blush appeared on his little face.

In this era full of ethics, women blushing is not entirely because of shyness. When looking at a opposite sex, they always blush subconsciously to express their innocence.

This is an instinct formed under the constraints of ethics for many years. Its principle is the same as the protective color of the chameleon changes with the surrounding environment.

But a little girl blushed, especially a girl who just married a woman blushed, is pure because of shyness.

Perhaps I thought of what was about to happen, such as a bridal chamber.

As for why Xia Yuan thought so, he saw the little girl stuffing her hand into her arms, as if he was planning to take off her clothes.

Of course, Xia Yuan could never do such a thing in the bridal chamber with a little girl. He was about to stop him when he saw Zhao Yuerong groping in his arms for a while and took out a small purse made of floral cloth.

The material of the purse looks very rough and should be sewn with coarse cloth, but the stitches are very solid.

The little girl carefully opened her purse and looked at Xia Yuan with courage. Her clear eyes were always cowardly and shy. After a while, she whispered: "Husband, husband..."

"This is, this is what I have saved up over the years, and it is my husband who holds it."

Zhao Yuerong's big eyes, which had just cried, were a little swollen, and his pretty face looked at Xia Yuan with a slightly red face. The rough purse in his hand was slightly bulging, and he was carefully held in the same slightly rough little hands.

(End of this chapter)
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