Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Seeing Zhao Yuerong's pitiful look, Xia Yuan's tone unconsciously softened and he said, "Go and eat that bowl of noodles quickly. Don't be embarrassed."

"I, I'm not hungry, I'm really full, I'm well fed." The little girl blushed and muttered, and continued to work hard to establish herself as a well fed person, for fear that she would eat too much, Xia Yuan

They will think it is difficult to support themselves, so they will drive themselves back.

Seeing this, Xia Yuan simply stood up and walked to the wooden table, picked up the untouched bowl of chicken noodle soup, deliberately sighed and said, "It seems that you really don't want to eat it, so I can only give it to you."

The bowl of noodles was taken away and thrown away."

"don't want!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuerong hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. Even in desperation, his voice was no longer as low as before and increased several decibels in a row.

"Then will you eat?"

"eat."

"Then eat quickly."

At Xia Yuan's urging, Zhao Yuerong moved forward little by little and sat down in front of the wooden table. He picked up the noodles with chopsticks and put them into his mouth with great care.

Delicious.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling that this bowl of noodles was simply the most delicious thing in the world, and she couldn't help but have a happy expression on her face.

I originally thought that I would be driven back, and then I would be arrested and beaten, and after I was beaten, I would be kicked out and become a beggar.

But I didn't expect that my husband didn't do this. Instead, he let me stay and gave me chicken noodles.

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

He has a good heart and is good-looking.

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and glanced at Xia Yuan secretly, then quickly lowered her eyes.

After drinking a bowl of noodles and even the soup, the little girl reluctantly put down the bowl and touched her round belly with her hands. She showed a satisfied expression on her face and a slight smile on her lips.

There is also a small pear dimple on each cheek.

"have you eaten?"

Xia Yuan had a clear view of her series of movements and expressions, and 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. He couldn't help but blush again, and hummed like a mosquito, then quickly stood up and ran away with two bowls.

He walked out, leaving only one sentence, "Husband, I'm going to wash the dishes."

Seeing her blushing and running out, Xia Yuan suddenly felt that it would be good to have such a person as his company in the future. If nothing else, at least this little girl was quite interesting.

Only Xia Yuan himself was left in the room. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to consider his situation.

In my memory, I was a scholar and a scholar, and my late father was a scholar. Going back several generations in the family tree, there were even high-end species like Jinshi.

In the area of ​​Xiajiazhuang, my family can definitely be regarded as a scholarly family.

The Xia family upholds the principle that farming and reading will be passed down to the family for a long time and poems and books will be passed down from generation to generation. They have been farming and studying at the same time, hoping that a certain generation of descendants will become a high school scholar and then become a high official and shine on the family lintel.

Of course this was in the past, but now.

Anyway, Xia Yuan didn't think he could be admitted to the imperial examination.

Although he has the memory of the original owner in his head, his mind is full of the contents of the Four Books and Five Classics. Moreover, he was admitted as a scholar when he was a teenager. He was definitely at the level of a genius in the Ming Dynasty.

But the Eight-Part Part Essay is really difficult for people to learn. After so many years of development, the questions are more and more weird.

Thinking about it, Xia Yuan felt that the tradition of passing down poems and books to his family would probably end in his own generation.

It seems that we have to find another way out.

Due to a sudden change in his parents' life, half of the eight acres of farmland passed down from generation to generation were sold for forty taels.

The family still had some property, about ten taels of silver, and eight taels of silver from the land sale were used to bury the parents.

A series of funeral expenses, as well as various funeral objects, all added up to a total cost of more than 20 taels of silver.

It cost nearly ten taels to treat the illness and buy medicines.

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

Of course, those guests who came to the wedding must bring gifts, but they are basically rice, flour, cloth and the like. As for the cash, there is very little. It is estimated that all the copper coins collected together are not even three taels.

After much calculation, I only had less than ten taels of silver left in my hand.

Ten taels of silver feels a bit small.

But the family still has four acres of good farmland, which can be sold for forty taels at the previous land price, plus the ten or fifty taels of silver in hand.

The money was used as capital, and then he did business. With his various business methods from the perspective of future generations, it would be unreasonable for him not to make a fortune.

Thinking of this, Xia Yuan shook his head again. Land is sold for less than an acre. Once the land is gone, he will have no choice but to work as a tenant to the landlord, and future generations will be brutally oppressed.

He is a modern person at heart and doesn't care much about this. After all, even if he doesn't sell it, after more than a hundred years, when the Qing Dynasty enters the customs, future generations will only be oppressed even more severely.

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

But the problem is that Xiajiazhuang has a clan leader. Don’t underestimate this clan leader. This is the Ming Dynasty, an era where communication is basically relying on shouting and transportation is basically walking.

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

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

The hundreds of households in Xiajiazhuang are all under the control of the clan leader. The clan leader has the final say on everything in the village. The major and minor matters between neighbors range from stealing chickens and dogs to peeking at the head of the village, Widow Liu, taking a bath, to serious injuries, robbing the father-in-law and removing the ashes.

Even the trouble with uncle and sister-in-law.

In short, as long as no one is killed or the case is too lazy to deal with by the Yamen, it is usually handled by the clan leader.

Moreover, the sentencing standards are also very arbitrary. Whether it is chopping off the hands, stamping the feet and soaking the pigs in the pig cage, or lightly cursing a few words, it all depends on the mood of the clan leader.

It can be seen that the Ming Dynasty was really a very humane dynasty. Of course, this mainly depends on the humanity of the patriarch.

According to Xia Yuan's understanding, the patriarch of Xiajiazhuang is an old man with rigid ideas and old-fashioned behavior.

He had previously sold four acres of land for the purpose of burying his parents. It was a filial piety, and it was very understandable. He had been talking about it for a long time.

If he were to sell land again, it would be a pure prodigal act. Not only would he be stabbed hard in the spine by the clan members, he would also be greatly blocked by various relatives, and he would probably have to be served by the old man according to clan rules.

Xia Yuan was just thinking about it when he saw Zhao Yuerong opening the door and walking in. Then he walked up to him with small steps, met his eyes, and an inexplicable blush appeared on his face.

In this era filled with all kinds of etiquette, women blush not entirely because of shyness. When looking at someone of the opposite sex, they always blush subconsciously to show their innocence.

This is an instinct formed under the constraints of many years of etiquette. Its principle is the same as the protective color of a chameleon that changes according to the surrounding environment.

But when a little girl blushes, especially a newly married girl blushes, it is purely out of shyness.

Maybe he was thinking of things that were about to happen, such as the bridal chamber.

As for why Xia Yuan thought so, it was because he saw the little girl put her hands into her arms and seemed to be planning to take off her clothes.

Of course, Xia Yuan would never do such a thing as having sex with a little girl. Just as he was about to stop him, 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 seems very rough, it should be sewn with coarse cloth, but the stitching is very solid.

The little girl opened her purse carefully and boldly looked at Xia Yuan, her clear eyes filled with the usual timidity and shyness. After a pause, she whispered: "Husband, husband..."

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

Zhao Yuerong's big eyes were a little red and swollen from just crying, and he looked at Xia Yuan with a slightly red face. The rough little purse in his hand was slightly bulging, and was held cherished in those similarly rough little hands.
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