"A chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat doll on his back..."

Fubao, who was sitting on the kang, was in a bad mood when he heard what his father said.

She knew the lyrics.

It is a very popular and quite festive song in the past eighty years.

"Return to My Parent's Home"!

But here is a country called "Tang" in unknown time and space.

"Can my grandmother, who died early, be a time travel senior?"

"A dog seller, um!"

"Do you want it to be so magical?"

Fu Bao is really not calm, he has no way to calm down.

Didn’t it mean that time travelers are all sons of luck?

But why did her grandmother end up in that end? The most tragic thing is that her grandmother married such an irresponsible man!

After so long in this time and space, Fubao became interested in someone for the first time.

Even the saltpeter ice made by her third brother before, Fu Bao didn't think it was too magical. After all, this method of alchemy was discovered by the alchemy warlock for a long time, but it was not used in this regard.

But now, these two lyrics from her father make Fubao interested in her grandmother who died young.

Unfortunately, her grandmother's things were taken back by the Zhao family many years ago.

I don’t know if I could get my grandmother’s past things, maybe I could find any clues.

When Fubao was carried by Old Mrs. Xu into the carriage, she was still thinking about this in her head.

Perhaps, when she sees this uncle who has been cursed by her, she will know some answers.

As soon as he thought about this, Fubao decided to cheer up and observe carefully later.

...

The carriage sounded and left Lingshui Village and drove towards Sanhe Town.

And at this time, Sanhe Town was quite lively.

In this era, although transportation depends on travel and communication depends on yelling, the transmission of certain messages is really not slow.

For example, the fact that Zhao Bingzhao was named the Marquis of Fugui by Emperor Yongping has long been spreading.

Not long after the imperial envoy passed the imperial edict, someone came to see Zhao Bingzhao, a freshly released first-class wealthy man.

Those who came to the door were following along the capital, officials from Xiangyi Prefecture and local clans.

If someone else was named a marquis, it might not have caused such a big sensation. However, the second master of the Zhao family, the Zhao family in the capital, and the Zhao family, which is rich enough to rival the country.

Zhao Bingzhao, the second master of Zhao, is famous for having some golden skills.

According to unreliable rumors, Emperor Yongping intended to let Zhao Bingxia become the Minister of Revenue.

No one knows where this gossip came out?

But now the Minister of Revenue is old. He has already submitted a resignation letter twice before, but he has been kept by Emperor Yongping.

At this critical moment, Zhao Bingxu became a wealthy marquis. How could people not think too much about it?

"Master, everyone outside is waiting. Do you want to meet?"

Zhao Rui was not happy at all now. If he had known that his master had become this marquis, he would not have rushed back in such a hurry.

"Have my big nephew arrived?"

Zhao Bingzhao casually flipped through the prayers that Zhao Rui brought in and threw them aside casually.

"I didn't see it!"

Zhao Rui replied angrily.

Although he had received a lot of small gifts outside just now, he was still in a bad mood.

"Oh, this is a temper!"

Zhao Bingqing looked at Zhao Rui with a smile, feeling that this little apprentice was floating.

"Master, you don't know how annoying those people are!"

"Just like a group of flies, buzzing... The most disgusting thing is, look, look!"

Zhao Rui took out a bunch of small gifts from his sleeve.

Some small silver fruits, small golden beans, and some people stuffed silver notes in a grand manner, but the denomination was only five taels of silver. Uh, some people stuffed a purse, oh, there was a pearl inside, and it looked like it was a first-class quality.

"Isn't this a good one!"

Zhao Bingxia smiled badly.

"In the past, you often said that you were so bad at being in charge of your business, no one gave you a gift!"

"Look, how many gifts have you received?"

"Master, you've had enough!"

Zhao Rui rolled his eyes, "Disciple, I am the manager of Fuguihou. Is he a person with the money shortage?"

"Then what's wrong with you?"

"Difference……"

Zhao Rui directly interfered, and then was stunned. What's the difference? He is nothing wrong!

"Okay, don't make a fuss about it yourself. Go out and guard it. If my eldest nephew comes, bring them in. As for the others, no matter who sent them, please send them away!"

As a wealthy and noble marquis, he is destined to be unable to have any interaction with nobles or local tyrants.

Why did the emperor give himself the title of a first-class wealthy marquis so generously? Isn’t it just that he has “no queen”?

If the title of the Tang Dynasty was not specifically stated that it was hereditary when it was given a title, then all titles were reduced to the title.

Therefore, the imperial court often promotes titles from low-level to high-level people, and it is very difficult to advance. After all, it is not so easy to win a wife and a son without tiring up a twelve-point effort?

But Zhao Bingzhao just offered a sum of silver, although the amount of the silver was indeed a bit huge.

First-class wealthy man!

The titles of the Tang Dynasty were never cheap.

This is not cheap, and it cannot be measured simply by gold and silver.

But now, Zhao Bingzhao, this supreme taste is purely exchanged for gold and silver.

Very unfair.

Seeing that something was wrong with his master's expression, Zhao Rui did not say anything else, but bowed and retreated.

Of course, Zhao Bingxiao did not see those people, so Zhao Rui still wanted to tactfully say that the Marquis would not see guests today and asked these people to go back first.

When Mr. Xu brought Mr. Xu, Mrs. Xu and Fubao to the town, and when the carriage arrived outside the Zhao Family Inn, he saw a group of people coming out of the inn.

Zhao Rui was sending these people out with a smile. He looked up at Boss Xu and Old Master Xu who were driving the carriage. The smile on his face became even stronger.

The next moment, Zhao Rui left the group of people he was greeting just now and greeted Mr. Xu.

"I have met Xiaoyilang, my marquis is waiting for you!"

"I'm pleased to take the lead!"

Mr. Xu had no expression on his face.

He was very reluctant to see Zhao Bingzhao, his uncle.

But who would have thought that his uncle actually got the title of a first-class wealthy marquis?

When Mrs. Xu held Fubao out of the carriage, Boss Xu walked to the back of the carriage. After a while, she had two chickens and two ducks in her hand.

Such a scene fell in the eyes of the group of people next to him who were refused to meet by Zhao Bingxia, and they were all extremely confused.

What is this?

Should I come to see the Marquis of Fugui, I have to bring this kind of local product with me?
Chapter completed!