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

"I, I'm not hungry, I'm really full, I'm well fed." The little girl blushed and snorted, and continued to work hard to establish a character that she was very good to support, for fear that if she ate too much, Xia Yuan would think that she was not good at feeding, so she 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 touched, and sighed deliberately, "It seems that you really don't want to eat it, then I can only take this bowl of noodles and throw it away." ”

"Don't!"

When Zhao Yuerong heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, and even in a hurry, his voice was no longer as small as before, and it increased several decibels in a row.

"Then do you want to eat?"

"Eat."

"Then hurry up and eat."

At the urging of Xia Yuan, Zhao Yuerong moved his steps, moved to the wooden table and sat down, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and put them in his mouth very cherishingly.

It's delicious.

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

I thought I would be kicked back, and then I would be arrested and beaten on the board, and after the board, I was kicked out as a beggar.

But I didn't expect my husband to do this, but let himself stay, and gave himself chicken noodle soup.

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

He has a good heart and looks good.

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

A bowl of noodles and even the soup was drunk cleanly, the little girl reluctantly put down the bowl, touched the round little belly she ate with her hand, showed a satisfied expression on her face, a shallow smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, and a small pear vortex on each cheek.

"Have you eaten enough?"

Her series of movements and expressions were all in Xia Yuan's eyes, and she couldn't help but laugh dumbly, this little girl is really interesting.

Hearing the voice, Zhao Yuerong raised his head, and then saw Xia Yuanzheng looking at him with a smile, and couldn't help but blush again, and his voice was like a mosquito, and then he quickly stood up and ran out with two bowls, leaving only one sentence, "Husband, I'll wash the dishes." ”

Seeing her blushing and running out, Xia Yuan suddenly felt that it would be good to have such a person to be his companion in the future, not to mention anything else, at least this little girl was very interesting.

The room was empty and only Xia Yuan himself was left, and he breathed a long sigh of relief and began to think about his situation.

In my memory, I was a scholar, and I was a showman, my deceased father was a lifter, and I followed the family tree up a few generations, and even there was a high-end species like Jinshi.

In the realm of Xiajiazhuang, his own family can definitely be regarded as a scholarly family.

The Xia family adheres to the purpose of cultivating and reading the family for a long time, and the poetry and books are inherited from generation to generation, and they have been studying while farming, looking forward to a certain generation of descendants being able to enter high school and then become a big official and glorify the lintel.

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

Anyway, Xia Yuan didn't think he could get into anything, Jinshi.

Although he has the memory of the original owner in his head, his mind is full of the content of the Four Books and the Five Classics, and he was admitted to Xiucai when he was a teenager, which definitely belongs to the level of genius in the Ming Dynasty.

But the eight-strand article thing is too difficult for people, and after so many years of development, the questions are more evil than the other.

Thinking about it, Xia Yuan felt that the tradition of poetry and book heirloom was estimated to be broken in his own generation.

It seems that another way out will have to be found.

Previously, due to the sudden change of his parents, half of the eight acres of fertile land passed down from his ancestors were sold for forty taels.

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

A series of funeral expenses, as well as funeral goods, were all sorted, and the miscellaneous ones were added together, and a total of more than 20 taels of silver were spent.

It cost nearly ten taels before and after the treatment and medicine.

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

Of course, those guests who come to the wedding must be with the ceremony, but basically they are all rice and cloth or something, as for the small amount of cash, it is estimated that all the copper plates collected together, there are no three taels.

After calculating it, there were less than ten taels of silver left in his hand.

Ten taels of silver, it feels a little little.

But there are still four acres of good fertile land at home, which can be sold for another forty taels when converted into the previous land price, plus ten taels and fifty taels of silver in hand.

This silver is used as capital, and then to do business, with their own various business methods from the later generations, it is intolerable not to get rich.

Thinking of this, Xia Yuan shook his head again, the field is sold for one acre and one acre, and when there is no land, then he can only go to the landlord as a tenant, and the descendants will have to be oppressed.

He is a modern person in his bones and doesn't care much about this, after all, even if he doesn't sell it, after more than a hundred years, the Manchu Qing Dynasty will enter the customs, and the descendants of future generations will only be oppressed more ruthlessly.

Moreover, even if you sell it, you can buy it back when you make money.

But the problem is that there is a patriarch in Xiajiazhuang, don't underestimate this patriarch, this is the Ming Dynasty, an era when communication basically relies on roaring and transportation basically depends on walking.

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

In fact, the Ming Dynasty is ruling the world with these landlords and gentry, and the so-called imperial power does not go to the countryside, which is the case.

The 100 households in Xiajiazhuang are all under the control of the patriarch, and the patriarch has the final say in the entire Zhuangzi, and the big and small affairs between the neighbors range from stealing chickens and dogs to peeking at the village head Widow Liu taking a bath, to hurting people and robbing the father-in-law to pick up ashes and even the uncle and sister-in-law.

In short, as long as there is no fatality, or the yamen is too lazy to take care of the case, it is generally handled by the patriarch of the clan.

And the sentencing standard is also very arbitrary, whether it is chopping hands and stomping feet and soaking the pig cage, or scolding a few words lightly, it all depends on the mood of the patriarch.

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

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

Selling four acres of land before, or to bury his parents, belongs to filial piety, which is very understandable, and he has been talking about it for a long time.

If you sell the land again, it will be a pure ruined behavior, not to mention being poked in the backbone by the people in the clan, and will be greatly blocked by various relatives, and it is estimated that you will have to be served by the old man with clan rules.

Xia Yuan was pondering here, when he saw Zhao Yuerong push open the door and walk in, and then walked to him with small steps, met his gaze, and a touch of blush appeared on his little face inexplicably.

In this era full of all kinds of etiquette, women blush, not entirely because of shyness, and a person of the opposite sex, always subconsciously blush, in order to show their innocence.

It's an instinct formed over the years of rituals, and it's based on the same principle as a chameleon's protective color changes with its surroundings.

But a little girl blushing, especially a little girl who has just married a woman, is purely due to shyness.

Maybe it's thinking about something that's about to happen, like the cave house.

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

Of course, with a little girl in the cave room, Xia Yuan couldn't do this kind of thing, and as soon as he wanted to stop it, he saw Zhao Yuerong groping in his arms for a while, and took out a small purse made of flower cloth.

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

The little girl carefully opened the purse, and dared to look at Xia Yuan, those clear eyes with the usual cowardice and shyness, paused for a while, she whispered: "Husband, husband.."

"This is, this is what I have saved over the years, it is my dowry... Husband take it.."

Zhao Yuerong's big eyes that had just cried were a little red and swollen, and she looked at Xia Yuan with a slightly red face, and the rough little purse in her hand was slightly bulging, and she was cherished in the same slightly rough little hands.