Yang Gan glanced at Lao Gao and said unhappily, "Old Gao, if you are not busy recently, you can apply for retirement, after all, you are not young anymore."

Censor Gao was shocked, "Young Master, I, I don't seem to have made any big mistakes during this period."

Yang Gan looked at him and stroked his fingers on the nose of the Censor Gao, "What qualifications do you have to see the imperial edict of Chaoxian?"

Yu Shi Gao slapped his head and was confused just now, but now he understood. The county magistrate was afraid that he was blaming himself and did not disclose Chaoxian's information to him in time.

"Sir, this is the fault of Huyi. I didn't send the news to you right away."

"Oh~~~"

Seeing the fearful Censor Gao, Yang Gan felt a little amused, "Forget it, I built a house outside the village to receive the envoys of Shangguo. You must ensure that the entourage of Shangguo cannot see the scene inside the county town."

Old Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely do this for the adults."

After a few people had enough food and food, they took their girls back.

These people don’t know each other, mainly because they are seeing the scenes and playing with Qiu Feng. They have never seen how ancient people got married.

After Yang Gan returned to the village, he quickly went to the newly built reception hall, not to check the quality of the project, but to check the location of the monitoring.

The pattern inside is nothing more than a normal form, and generally chatting is nothing more than in the inner hall, the lobby and other places.

For example, the inner hall and the lobby can sneak into the lower house from the nearby house to monitor, but the people in the reception hall cannot find the people inside the wall or below.

In some places, pure copper pipes have been installed to monitor the speeches of these people.

"Old Chen, it's quite amazing. It's made quickly. Even the compartment is so beautiful. There are also some linen cloths under it to reduce the sound of footsteps."

"This is the contribution of Zhang Xiaoniang's cement." Old Chen smiled and was praised by the young master, which was his favorite thing to do.

Yang Gan touched the building and the wall, raised his eyebrows, "What do you think? I don't think the reception hall looks like it is made of cement."

"In the past, we used red bricks or blue bricks, but once Zhang Xiaoniang said that these two types of things were wasting coal and charcoal, so we made cement bricks."

"The reception hall is made of cement bricks. It is not only strong, but also very durable and fast. Otherwise, the entire reception hall would not be built in such a short time."

"Okay, let me continue to instruct the tenant farmers in the farm not to come here during this period. If there is a stranger asking questions about it, he will not know anything. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, young master, I will also let the new slave monks of Shangguo displaced far away."

Yang Gan gave him a teaching expression. Only by knowing oneself and being an enemy can one win every battle. He has the initiative and holds down all the news. This move will inevitably make the news of the messenger of Shangguo, which will help his lion speak out.

After returning to the mansion inside the village, Zhang Yumeng began to sit on the sofa in a daze.

"Oh, what's wrong? Why are you in a daze?" Yang Gan picked up an orange and started peeling it.

Zhang Yumeng suddenly drank a few sips of water, shook her head, and complained, "I really don't understand. The old Wu is in his fifties and the bride is only 15 years old. It's really a sin."

Yang Gan smashed his mouth and said with a smile, "You are really worried about eating salty radish,

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What does other people’s housework have to do with you? And Old Wu is a good person.”

"A good person? Such a big cow, you can't help but eat such tender grass." Thinking of the crispy and tender girl, Zhang Yumeng couldn't help but tremble.

After seeing it with his own eyes, Zhang Yumeng felt that her three views were shaky. What was most disgusting was that the 15-year-old girl had a shy expression on her face, which was really unbearable.

"I asked Lao Gao for inquiries. The girl's father and Lao Wu are close friends, but the couple died early. After they died, not long after, they were eaten by her father's relatives, and all the valuable things were divided."

"If it weren't for the help of Lao Wu, the girl would have starved to death and was raised by Lao Wu and his wife. You wouldn't have seen Lao Wu's wife at the wedding."

Zhang Yumeng thought about it for a moment, shook her head and said, "No."

"That's because she is in poor health and has been in bed for a long time, so Lao Wu has no offspring. If Lao Wu cums over, the one who is so stubborn is Lao Wu."

"So in order to repay his kindness, the girl took the initiative to ask Lao Wu to take a concubine. Lao Wu's wife also agreed. After all, she watched her grow up. As long as she could give birth to a son and half of her daughter, at least the family business would not be swallowed up by others."

Zhang Yumeng said depressedly, "This is not love at all, this kind of marriage will not be happy."

Yang Qian covered his head and shook his head. He was gradually getting used to this era, but Zhang Yumeng seemed to be sitting in a beautiful dream again.

He waved to Mu Qing and said strangely, "You said, why didn't they play music when they got married? The atmosphere was quite strange. If it was so lively when they were married, it would be so lively. I think Lao Wu's family is quite wealthy, not like he can't afford to hire a musician."

Mu Qing looked at Yang Qian in surprise, paused to Zhang Yumeng and asked, "Zhang Xiaoniang, do you think you should play music too?"

Zhang Yumeng looked up at her and said, "Yes, it's not a good thing to play music. To be honest, once the music starts, the whole atmosphere will be different."

Mu Qing covered his forehead helplessly, pointed at the two with his fingers and said seriously, "The saint said that when marrying a daughter, he will never stop the candle for three nights, and he will never stop the separation. When taking a wife, he will not enjoy the joy for three days, and he will never miss his elders."

"It's okay to say this here. Don't go outside and say it at that time, it's embarrassing."

The two looked at each other, Yang Qian shrugged his shoulders, and Zhang Yumeng couldn't help but ask, "What does that mean?"

Mu Qing said angrily, "The family of married daughters does not extinguish the candlelight for three consecutive nights, but the family of married women does not play music for three consecutive days."

"The woman is grateful for the separation between relatives, while the man is grateful for the relocation of the world because of marrying a wife: a man starts a family and establishes a house, which means the metabolism of the relatives, so he is inevitably sad and sad."

"The generation of people refers to the metabolism of the world, the establishment of children and the decline of parents. What is there to celebrate? How can you bear to celebrate?"

Yang Qian and Zhang Yumeng were shocked together. Is there such a saying? It's impossible.

The first thing I did not accept was that I was the first to be dissatisfied with. It was said that I could blow up all my life. It was too much to not even play music when I got married.

Yang Qian said disdainfully, "Can you still cry on a happy day?"

"Yes, there are some places where getting married will make you cry." Mu Qing nodded and said.

Yang Qian covered his mouth and shook his head, "Yu Meng, my three views are gone."

"This, this~~~ What should I do? When I married you, I still wanted to continue playing music and dancing.

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"Don't worry, it's okay. We'll close the door and play whatever we want. It's okay to get married together at that time."

Zhang Yumeng raised her eyebrows and said ambiguously, "Close the door? Play together? You are very relaxed."

A big tic toe appeared on Yang Gan's forehead, "I'm talking about wedding, not anything else."

Listening to the unbearable conversation between the two, Mu Qing was going crazy. Nowadays, anyone with a little status pays attention to etiquette. If you don’t understand etiquette and do not abide by etiquette, you will be very guilty of being a big deal.

In minutes, it was revealed in ancient times that social death was serious and the future was destroyed.

"Yang Gan, don't tell me, you don't understand the etiquette of marrying a wife and taking concubines?"

Yang Gan immediately said, "You underestimate me too much. I understand, a wife and countless concubines, right?"

Speaking of this, Yang Gan grabbed Mu Qing's tenderness with a little guilty conscience and said softly, "I feel a little wronged when I ask you to be a small person."

"This is not the point. The concubine's life is in the hands of the wife, but I know that Zhang Xiaoniang is not such a person..."

Taking a concubine is not a marriage, and taking a concubine is not a formal marriage.

A wife takes away the concubine's life and death. The concubine is the male owner's sex slave. She has no property rights, no personal freedom, and no equal status. She can be traded and exchanged and given away.

Mu Qing’s efforts can be imagined, but she understands that Zhang Xiaoniang and Yang Gan are not such people, and they always feel differently in them.

Although Yang Gan is a little arrogant, his eyes are very dull when looking at people and does not give people the feeling of being superior to others.

In the royal family, people are almost extinct. Well, after winning so many battles, he still holds a 100,000 army and has countless money. Such people are not proud, and they really refresh Mu Qing's three views.

Zhang Yumeng directly competed with Mu Qing with a scissors hand.

"You still understand me~~~!"

Mu Qing was about to be driven crazy by the two of them. "If the princes marry one country, then the two countries will go to the mother, and the niece will follow him. What is the nephew? The son of the brother; what is the niece? The younger brother. The princes hire nine daughters at one time."

Yang Gan grabbed his head and kept asking if he didn't understand and said, "Does he be able to marry nine of his wife even if he counts it?"

Yang Gan's classical Chinese is pretty good, but it's still far behind the real ancient people. I can't understand what Mu Qing meant.

"It means that when the original wife comes, two "mothers" (little wives) will come with her, and the "mother" has two dowry daughters. In this way, the original wife and two "mothers", plus the dowry daughters they bring, will be nine women."

Mu Qing paused, "This is still the treatment of the princes, the king. For ordinary scholars and officials, how many concubines they take depends on the size of their official position."

"What about Qianshou?" This area happens to be Yang Gan's historical vacuum zone. When historical control meets ancient people, why don't you hurry up and ask?

"Guizhou Head? A commoner is a wife and is not allowed to take concubines, of course merchants are also included."

"Actually, this is the national rule. If you secretly keep someone, no one will say anything, but once you report it, it will be a serious crime, a very serious kind."

"But then again, taking a concubine is not cheap. Old Wu is rare. Ordinary Guizhou heads can't afford the expenses of taking a concubine."

Yang Ganqi said, "I feel it's not expensive to take a concubine, and only two geese will marry you."

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