Chapter 262

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

Fubao, sitting on the Kang, heard what his father said, and his whole life was not good.

The lyrics, she knows.

It's a very popular and festive song in 1980.

Back to my mother's house!

But here is a country named "Tang" with unknown time and space.

"Is my grandmother, who died young, passing through my predecessors?"

"Dog seller, my God!"

"Should it be so magical?"

Fubao is really not calm, there is no way to calm down.

Isn't it true that all the walkers are the sons of Qi Yun?

But why did her grandmother end up like that? 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 if it was the saltpeter ice made by her third brother before, Fubao didn't think it was too magical. After all, alchemists have discovered this method for a long time, but it is not used in this aspect.

But now, these two lines of her father's lyrics make Fubao full of interest in her beautiful grandmother.

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

I don't know if I can get what my grandmother used to have. Maybe I can find some clues.

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

Perhaps, when she met the little uncle who had been cursed by her once, she would know some answers.

Thinking of this, Fubao decided to cheer up later and observe carefully.

……

The carriage rattled and drove out of Lingshui village towards Sanhe Town.

At this time, Sanhe Town is quite busy.

In this era, although traffic depends on walking and communication depends on roaring, the transmission of certain messages is really not slow.

For example, the fact that Zhao Bingju was canonized as a rich marquis by Emperor Yongping has long spread.

Not long after the imperial envoy read out the imperial edict, someone came to the door to see Zhao Bingjian, a new rich marquis.

Some of the visitors came all the way from the capital, as well as officials of Xiangyi Prefecture and local big families.

If someone else was granted the Marquis, it might not cause such a big stir, but it was the second master of the Zhao family, the Zhao family in the capital, and the rich Zhao family.

And Zhao Bingju, the second master of Zhao, is famous for his golden touch.

According to unreliable hearsay, Emperor Yongping intended to let Zhao Bingji serve as Minister of the Ministry of household.

No one knows where the grapevine came from?

But today's Hubu Shangshu is old. Before that, he had twice submitted his resignation, and he was left by Emperor Yongping.

At this juncture, Zhao bingqiong became a rich marquis. How can he make people think less?

"Master, people are waiting outside. Would you like to meet them?"

Zhao Rui is not happy at all now. He had known that his master had been the Marquis, and he had such troubles. He didn't want to rush back in such a hurry.

"Has my great nephew come yet?"

Zhao bingjuan casually turned over these worship posts that Zhao Rui brought in and threw them aside at will.

"No!"

Zhao Rui replied angrily.

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

"Oh, it's a long temper!"

Zhao Bingju looks at Zhao Rui with a smile and feels that the little apprentice has gone with the wind.

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

"Just like a bunch of flies, buzzing Most importantly, look, look

Zhao Rui takes out a bunch of small gifts from the sleeve cage.

What little silver fruit, little golden beans, some people have stuffed silver tickets with a face value of only five Liang silver. Er, some people have stuffed a purse with a pearl in it, which is not a first-class product.

"Isn't that good?"

Zhao Bingju laughed very unkindly.

"In the past, you used to say that you were such a bad steward that no one gave you gifts!"

"Look, how many gifts have you received?"

"Master, that's enough!"

Zhao Rui rolled his eyes. "Disciple, I'm in charge of the rich marquis. Am I a money messenger?"

"What's the difference?"

"Bad..."

Zhao Rui direct interface, and then silly eyes, what difference? He, nothing bad!

"Well, don't make trouble for yourself. Go out and guard. If my nephew comes, bring them in. As for the others, no matter who sent them, send them away! "

This rich marquis is doomed to have nothing to do with nobility or local aristocracy.Why is the emperor so generous to give himself the title of a rich Marquis? Isn't it because he has no empress?

In the Tang Dynasty, if there is no special indication that the title is hereditary, then all the titles are inferior.

Therefore, the imperial court often promoted the meritorious people from the lower level to the higher level, and the promotion was very difficult. After all, how can it be so easy to have a wife and children without paying 12% of the hard work?

But Zhao Bingxuan just offered a sum of silver, although the amount of silver was really huge.

A rich Marquis!

The title of Tang Dynasty is never cheap.

It's not cheap. It can't be measured by gold and silver.

But now, Zhao bingjuan, the unique flavor, is pure in exchange for gold and silver.

It's not fair.

Seeing that there was something wrong with his master's expression, Zhao Rui didn't make any more noise. Instead, he saluted and walked out.

Of course, Zhao Bingjian didn't see those people. Zhao Rui still wanted to tactfully say that the Marquis didn't see any guests today and let these people go back first.

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

Zhao Rui is smiling to send these people out. He looks up and sees old Xu and old Xu who are driving the carriage. His face is even more smiling.

The next moment, Zhao Rui left a group of people whom he had been cheerfully greeting just now and welcomed Mr. Xu.

"I've seen xiaoyilang. My Lord is waiting for you!"

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for leading the way."

Mr. Xu has no expression on his face.

He was very reluctant to come to see his little uncle, Zhao Bingjian.

But who could have thought that his little uncle had a title of rich Marquis?

When Mrs. Xu got out of the carriage with Fubao in her arms, Mr. Xu went to the back of the carriage and had two chickens and two ducks in his hands.

Such a curtain fell in the eyes of the group of people who were refused to meet by Zhao Bingju, they were all boundless ignorant.

What is this?

Do you have to bring this local product to meet the rich Marquis?