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Chapter 174 0171 [He gave too much]

In the Song Dynasty, Zhou Li was respected, and the girl was fifteen years old.

After performing the Ji ceremony, it means that you are an adult, you can call your name and name, and you will be married.

Of course, the regulations are so regulated, but the common people don't care so much.

The vast majority of women are married at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

However, a wealthy family like the Ma family is still very particular about this.

Taking another look at Ma Shuyao, Han Zhen declined politely, "Then let's wait for the little lady to perform the ceremony."

Being young is only one aspect, the main reason is that Han Zhen doesn't want to have too much relationship with the Ma family.

Once it is involved, it will be fine for the Ma family to be obedient in the future, but if they are disobedient, a series of bad things will happen.

Ma Yanmin couldn't hear the refusal in his words.

By the time Ma Shuyao gets married, it will be the beginning of next year. Although it is only a short period of three to five months, it is enough for many accidents to happen.

Thinking of this, Ma Yanmin waved his hand.

The maids in the lobby retreated one after another, leaving only the four of them.

Ma Yanmin said seriously: "County magistrate, it's better to finalize it first, and wait until Youyou has performed the ceremony before going through the door. Youyou is the eldest daughter of my Ma family. Although she may be a concubine, the dowry will not be less , County Magistrate Bao is satisfied."

There is no dowry in the concubine's room, and Han Zhen knows this well.

At this moment, hearing what Ma Yanmin said, he couldn't help but move slightly, and said with a half-smile: "What does Ma Yuanwai mean?"

"3000 sticks!"

Ma Yanmin stretched out three fingers, and said solemnly: "The county magistrate is now in the midst of his grand plans. Whether it is recruiting soldiers or reorganizing subordinates, money is needed. The 3000 million yuan is my Ma Yan. A sincere heart of the family."

hiss!
Han Zhen looked as usual, but there was a storm in his heart.

3000 million guan, which is almost equivalent to the tax of the entire Song Dynasty for one year.

You must know that Wang Fu collected personal money all over the country in a near-empty manner, but in the end he only collected more than 6000 million guan.

In contrast, one can intuitively feel how rich this dowry is.

Han Zhen suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his heart, half-believing and half-doubting: "Could it be that Ma Yuanwai is lying to me, after what happened to Emperor Zhenzong, the Ma family can still have such a family fortune?"

When mentioning Emperor Zhenzong, Ma Yanmin's eyes flashed a trace of resentment, and he explained: "The county magistrate doesn't know that my Ma family is not a person who is greedy for money and forgetting righteousness. At the beginning, Liu Zhu entrusted all the family assets, and the family ancestors did not touch any money. , Even if you donate half to Emperor Taizu later, you are forced to do so.”

"Later on, the glory of the main court was earned by my ancestors of the Ma family with their own hands. I hate that Emperor Zhenzong coveted the other half of the treasure and did things like sowing discord and framing. But Emperor Zhenzong didn't know, he just Consider my Ma family’s tens of millions of assets as the remaining half of the treasure.”

Not to mention Han Zhen, even Ma Yundi and Ma Shuyao were surprised.

Obviously, they don't know either.

Thinking about it, such a large sum of money is a disaster rather than a blessing for the Ma family.

Once it is leaked out, with the virtues of today's officials, I am afraid that the old incident of Zhenzong will repeat itself.

Today's Zhao Ji is already doing anything for money.

Whoever can make money for him will be the prime minister of the dynasty!

Ma Yanmin's move is a big gamble.

A prostitute of the Ma family is far from enough, but if a dowry of 3000 million yuan is added, it will be completely different.

This is completely different from when Ma Ximeng donated half of his family's wealth. At that time, Zhao Da had already won the world, and Ma Ximeng's move was just icing on the cake.

But Han Zhen is the place where the incident is happening right now, and these 3000 million pennies are equivalent to sending charcoal in a timely manner.

This friendship is not insignificant.

Han Zhen was silent for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "We are all one family, what dowry is not dowry, grandfather-in-law said that these are too outlandish!"

No way, he gave too much.

3000 million guan, enough for how many subordinates he recruits, how many firearms he makes, how many heavy cavalry he organizes...

"Hahaha!"

This sentence of grandfather-in-law made Ma Yanmin very happy, and he felt very relieved.

He smiled and ordered: "Yuyou, what are you doing in a daze, you still haven't poured wine for your husband-in-law!"

A blush climbed up Ma Shuyao's cheeks along her neck, she bit her lip lightly, suppressing her shyness, she stepped forward slowly.

Controlling the slightly trembling hands, he picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine, then held the wine glass with both hands and bowed profusely.

"Husband... Husband, please drink!"

After all, she is the prostitute's daughter of a wealthy family, and the whole set of movements is smooth and flowing, dignified and elegant, with a unique sense of beauty.

As I said earlier, taking a concubine is not as good as marrying a wife. There are many etiquettes.

After entering the family, the concubine only needs to toast a glass of wine to the husband and the main wife, and it is regarded as a courtesy.

That's why Ma Yanmin asked Ma Shuyao to toast.

After drinking this glass of wine, Ma Shuyao is Han Zhen's concubine.

Looking at Ma Shuyao's blushing pretty face, Han Zhen secretly sighed.

Forget it, just stay with me and raise her for two years.

Feeling Han Zhen's gaze, Ma Shuyao felt even more ashamed. She lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look at him at all.

Han Zhen took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp under the expectant eyes of Mayanmin and his son.

Ma Yanmin greeted with a happy smile: "The county magistrate has a taste of the cooking skills of the home cook."

"Ah."

Han Zhen nodded, picked up a pair of chopsticks and fried lotus root and put it in his mouth.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the wine table became extremely harmonious.

Ma Shuyao did not leave, but quietly stood beside Han Zhen, pouring wine and vegetables for him.

After tasting the dishes on the table one by one, Han Zhen put down his chopsticks and said, "Youyou is still young, so let her spend more time with her family at home. Besides, the current situation is uncertain, and I don't have much thought to take care of it. After it stabilizes, we will make a big fuss and welcome you through the door."

Since the Ma family's dowry was so generous, Han Zhen would naturally reciprocate the favor.

Although there is no need for three letters and six appointments, it must be done in a beautiful manner and give the Zuma family face.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, a gleam of relief flashed in the eyes of Ma Yanmin and Ma Yundi.

Ma Shuyao drooped her head slightly, and said softly: "But according to my husband's order."

After drinking, she is Han Zhen's person. Naturally, her husband and son-in-law are the main ones, and her mother's family is secondary.

"Come, come, drink!"

Ma Yanmin was in a good mood and raised his glass to invite him.

A meal of wine didn't end until the middle of the month.

After the maids in the mansion removed the food and drinks, Ma Shuyao showed off her superb tea-ordering skills and personally ordered a cup of tea for Han Zhen and the others.

I saw a layer of thick and delicate green foam floating on top of the ordered tea soup.

And above the foam, you can faintly see the green hills and the distant daisy, like an ink painting.

This is the famous tea soup painting of the Song Dynasty.

In fact, the paintings on coffee in later generations are all leftovers from our ancestors.

"Good workmanship."

Han Zhen couldn't help but praise.

Ma Shuyao smiled slightly, and said modestly: "This is just a small skill. It is said that the masters of tea ordering in Tokyo can draw a miscellaneous show on the tea soup."

Taking a sip shallowly, Han Zhen put down the teacup.

Seeing this scene, Ma Shuyao asked: "But the tea ordered by the slave is not to your husband's taste?"

Han Zhen waved his hand: "I'm just not used to drinking it. This kind of good tea, in the mouth of a rough man like me, is like a cow chewing peonies."

"Bai Juyi once said in a poem: Everyone has their preferences, and there is no way to have both. Since the husband doesn't like to drink some tea, the servant can go and exchange it for a cup of fragrant drink."

As Mashuyao said, he got up to prepare the fragrant drink.

Han Zhen shook his head and said: "No need to bother, just change it to a cup of herbal tea."

Hearing this, Ma Shuyao nodded and poured him another cup of herbal tea.

At this time, Ma Yanmin asked: "The county magistrate plans to launch troops against Zhang Wanxian?"

"Ah."

Han Zhen said: "A few days ago, Zhao Ting and the prefect of Weizhou passed letters and discussed to suppress the rebellion together. This is a good time, taking advantage of the Northern Navy's containment of Changping County, first take Shouguang, and then conquer Changping!"

Ma Yanmin thought deeply, "It is indeed a rare opportunity."

He doesn't understand military affairs, but he understands the situation.

"Zhang Wanxian is just a clown, nothing to be afraid of. The so-called [-] brave troops are just a mob."

Although Han Zhen's tone was calm, his whole body exuded an unparalleled sense of confidence.

Ma Shuyao looked at it with fascination and her heart secretly ached.

After chatting for a few more words, after finishing a cup of herbal tea, Han Zhen got up and said, "It's getting late, I should go back too, thank you grandfather-in-law for your hospitality tonight."

"Family, why should you be so polite?"

Ma Yanmin pretended to be displeased, and then asked: "Is the county magistrate free these few days? If he is free, he can follow the old clumsy to get the dowry."

Han Zhen asked curiously, "Where is the treasure?"

"Linzi!"

Ma Yanmin said with a slightly weird expression.

Linzi County?
Han Zhen was taken aback.

He didn't expect that the other half of Liu Zhu's treasure was hidden in his lair.

Ma Yanmin explained with a smile: "The family ancestor was originally from Linzi County. After making a fortune, he moved to Yidu County. After all, the county magistrate is still a township party."

Han Zhen pondered and said, "I'm planning to go back to Linzi in just a few days, why not make it three days later."

He did have to go back, the gunpowder workshop was nearing completion.

As for firearms, if he didn't arrange them properly himself, he really couldn't rest assured.

In addition, Changzhi County still needs to explain some matters.

By the way, I picked up Run Niang and An Niang.

"Okay, then it will be three days later."

After Ma Yanmin finished speaking, he turned to Ma Shuyao and said, "Yuyou, send your husband-in-law off."

"Grandfather, Yoyo understands."

Ma Shuyao's tone was shy.

"Farewell!"

Han Zhen cupped his hands and walked out of the hall.

In the courtyard of Ma's house, lanterns hung high, emitting soft light.

Ma Shuyao walked beside Han Zhen, secretly looking at Han Zhen from time to time, her deer-like pure eyes were full of curiosity.

It wasn't until this time that she realized that her husband was quite handsome.

It's just that she is so imposing on weekdays that people ignore her appearance.

After walking for a while, she suddenly said: "I don't know who is in your husband's family yet."

She has an innocent nature, but she was just too shy before.

Right now, that shyness is over.

Han Zhen couldn't help laughing and said: "Since we are a family, let's talk about the family situation, so as not to be divided. My name is Han Zhen, and I am the second in the family. My parents died young, and the elder brother above me also passed away two years ago. A widowed sister-in-law."

Ma Shuyao said softly: "My husband's life experience is so miserable."

Han Zhen said with emotion: "It's not miserable. Although I was a little poor before, I lived a chic life."

It's kind of funny to think about those days when I was Poppy.

"Stylish?"

Ma Shuyao couldn't help but be stunned, but she was a bit naive.

"Your husband, I used to be a libertine in Linzi County, how can I not be unrestrained."

As Han Zhen spoke, he couldn't hold back for a while, and gently pinched her slightly baby-fat cheek.

"ah!"

Ma Shuyao let out a soft cry and said in a disgusted voice: "How come my husband, like my mother-in-law, loves to pinch the slave family."

Gently twirling his fingers, feeling the tenderness and delicateness remaining between his fingers, Han Zhen sighed secretly in his heart.

Gee!
It's a pity that I have to raise it for two years.

While talking and joking, the two walked through the corridor, crossed the hanging flower gate, and came all the way to the outside of the mansion.

When the servant saw it, he immediately brought the war horse from the stable.

Han Zhen waved his hand and ordered: "It's late at night, please go back."

Hearing this, Ma Shuyao didn't go back immediately, instead she stepped forward, untied the gold silk hollow carved sachet at her waist, and stuffed it into Han Zhen's hand: "This sachet has been worn by the slave since childhood, I hope my husband will accept it."

After all, Ma Shuyao blinked her big eyes and looked at Han Zhen.

Han Zhen's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the sachet was a promise of love, and it was time to return the gift himself.

After pondering for a while, he took off the hand knife tied to the side of the horse, and handed it over: "I was poor since I was a child, and I had no possessions. I have accompanied each knife and lance. This hand knife was bought a few years ago. It’s not a good knife, but it’s accompanied me since the beginning of my life, and I’m giving it to you today.”

Ma Shuyao took the knife, nodded solemnly and said, "I will treasure it well."

Han Zhen got on his horse and ordered: "Go back."

"Ah."

Ma Shuyao nodded, but her feet did not move.

Seeing this, Han Zhen didn't say anything, mounted his horse and left.

Waiting until Han Zhen's back disappeared from sight, Ma Shuyao turned and walked into the mansion.

On the way back, she kept looking at the knife in her hand.

As Han Zhen said, it is not a good knife. Both the handle and the scabbard are made of cheap jujube wood, with a layer of burlap wrapped around it.

Hold the handle of the knife and gently pull out a section of the blade. You can see that several places on the blade have been curled.

Ma Shuyao didn't care, her eyes were full of smiles.

At this moment, Ma Yanmin's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Is this a token of love from your husband-in-law?"

Ma Shuyao was startled, only then did she realize that Grandpa came to her side at some point.

After coming back to her senses, Ma Shuyao snorted lightly.

Ma Yanmin chuckled, and said in a relieved tone, "Grandpa was afraid that you would not like it and wronged me. Now it seems that Grandpa's red line is not wrong."

"Grandpa made fun of Yoyo again."

A trace of shyness flashed in Ma Shuyao's eyes, and she said in a tired voice.

"It's getting late, go back early to rest, and tell your mother the news by the way."

"Grandpa, please rest early."

After exhorting, Ma Shuyao held the knife in her hand, walked briskly, and bounced back to the small courtyard of the back house.

Which girl is not pregnant.

However, the important matter of marriage is the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker.

All a woman can do is imagine her future husband in her boudoir.

Ma Shuyao naturally imagined that her husband-in-law should be an all-rounder capable of both literary and martial arts, capable of killing enemies on horseback and ruling the country when dismounted, with poetry and songs at his fingertips, familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics...

It's just that now, the fantasy in my heart is unknowingly replaced by Han Zhen.

(End of this chapter)