Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 295 The Bonus of Marriage

"My father left me in the end, and he went back instead?"

There was an inexplicable complexity on his cheeks, staring at Song Qingshu's face, Little Pepper no longer had the fiery heat at the beginning, and asked coldly with the kind of coldness that Song Qingshu had never seen before.

"Almost...is..."

Nodding his head with difficulty, Song Qingshu stammered in response, but then he shook his head heavily again.

"But if you want to go back to Luoyang City, I won't stop you either!"

"Hmph!" Shaking his head away, Little Pepper didn't say a word, turned around and left, looking at her back, Song Qingshu's heart suddenly beat a few times again, his fists were clenched and rattled, some long memories Seems to come to mind again.

He used to be so faintly in love with his tablemate back then, but for three years, he didn't dare to say it once, until the two of them lost contact completely. At this time, the heartache of a stranger suddenly surfaced in Song Qingshu's heart.

At this time, Song Qingshu was no longer the poor student who was ashamed to speak, and Song Qingshu's heart was moved in an instant!
He arrived in front of Little Pepper in three steps at a time, and pulled up her little white hand in disregard of her screams and cursing. The next moment, Song Qingshu knelt down on one knee slowly under Little Pepper's unbelievable eyes. A small box came out of her bosom, and a crystal-clear ring without any jewelry decoration was put on her ring finger rudely by Song Qingshu, who immediately clapped her hands and stood up again.

"You, what are you doing?"

Wanting to lose his temper, he took off the ring on his finger and threw it on his face, but when the ring was in front of his eyes, Xiaojiao couldn't bear it again. After all, it was Song Qingshu's first gift to her. Pointing his finger, Little Pepper still asked angrily, while Song Qingshu suddenly raised his head and laughed freely.

"My teacher, Tang Ruowang, is from the West. This is also a marriage proposal ceremony in the West. If you like someone, you can put the ring on the ring finger of that person!"

This liking finally made Little Pepper's cheeks show a little joy.

This bastard isn't all about using me!He still likes me!Thinking about it, Little Pepper's heart jumped up in disappointment, but the woman's restraint immediately made her face stern again, a pair of small hands were behind her back, her right hand tightly held the ring finger of her left hand, but she raised her little one angrily. Brains.

"It's a marriage proposal, and the princess didn't agree! Who cares about your ring?"

"Hey, this is unavoidable, the king of this mountain has changed his mind, you are not allowed to leave in the future, just stay in this cottage and be the wife of the village!" Song Qingshu waved his hand violently with an exaggerated appearance. : "In the future, when the king goes out to rob, you will bring the baby to the king on the mountain. Two breasts on the left, two breasts on the right, and two more on the back."

"Go to hell, do you think this princess is a pig? Live so many?"

"Then how many children do you think are born?"

"At most two, one brother, one younger sister, like my brother... No, whoever wants to give birth to a child for you, the gangster, die!"

"You don't feel bad when I die?"

"........."

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Evil feudal society!
If in future generations, you find a regular wife, a mistress, and a mistress, and you still have to hook up, let alone a daughter from a family like Xiaojiali, even an ordinary and ordinary girl will have to slap you in the face, but at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Song Qingshu Li Jiantai, my teacher, married a full eighteen concubines, and Qian Qianyi, who is not ashamed, is over 50 himself, and even hired Liu Rushi, a famous prostitute from Qinhuai Eight Talents. As long as he is famous or powerful, How many women a man marries these days will only become what people talk about, and they will talk about it happily. No police uncle will come to you for bigamy.

And for Xiaojiali, she is half helpless and half happy. Even if she is a daughter of the clan, she cannot escape the fate of women in this era. As long as Song Qingshu likes her, that is enough!

What's more, marrying Song Qingshu means that she has finally broken free from the big cage in Luoyang that she has always hated!
This Song Qingshu doesn't expect to live in harmony in his backyard. Caiwei is easy-going, but she doesn't worry about it. When she officially came back to meet with Xiaojiali, Xing Hongniang just turned her head and left angrily. I don't know what kind of attitude.

However, the backyard was on fire, but the front yard was booming. I heard that the relatives of King Fu, regardless of the orthodox Sun Chuanting, Ma Meng, Zhao De, Zhou Yuji, or the reckless Liu Zongmin, Miao Mei, Li Tiezhu and others, all agreed with both hands, especially It was Sun Chuanting, who looked like he wished that Song Qingshu would sleep with Xiaojiali right now and give birth to two babies as soon as possible.

It is a good thing for Liu Zongmin to climb up the imperial family. On the one hand, his background is hatred for the high-ranking officials and nobles who oppress them.

It is even more meaningful for Sun Chuanting and other scholars and warriors. Marrying the daughter of King Fu means two words, orthodox!

The new county town is considered to be a happy event. Red papers were pasted up from the city gate to the county government office. In such a difficult environment, Sun Chuanting was stunned to find a way to get a decent set of red wedding dresses, set up table wine and food, and prepared For three days, he first looked for Prince Fu to propose marriage in a decent manner, and then the sedan chair to welcome the relatives came to the door. In the small courtyard where King Fu lived, he put Zhu Youyan, the owner of Yunjiao County who had just returned, on the sedan chair, as if snatching the marriage. After being carried back, the marriage was officially completed.

But the most important thing is yet to come. Yan Siyin, the dead eunuch, became the officiant again. The dead eunuch read the auspicious letter written by Sun Chuanting with a reluctant look, and immediately the King Fu, who was sitting on the head in common clothes, cried A fat face accepted the meeting of a new couple and signed the marriage certificate. The in-law relationship was firmly established, and no one could run away.

Song Qingshu kept his word, and sent someone to send Zhu Changxun out of Dabie Mountain and back to Luoyang the next day after marrying Xiaojiao, but at this time, the old fox, King Fu, didn't do it anymore.

You say that he is a white and fat prince who was taken away by the rebels and went back with nothing to do. You can’t tell where the rebels are, who will believe it?It's no wonder the court didn't doubt it!

Sending Buddha to the west and sending ghosts to the land, Song Qingshu had no choice but to play with him. He led more than a thousand cavalry out of the mountain, went straight to the city of Xinyang Prefecture for more than 100 miles, and wrote a letter to Liu, the prefect of Xinyang who was terrified. Xun, let him prepare 1 taels of silver to redeem King Fu back.

After reading the letter, Xinyang Mansion still couldn't believe it, but it still took 1 taels of silver from the rich households in the city and handed it over. With just 1 taels of silver, it bought the dignified King Fu back, until he personally gave it to King Fu When he arrived in Luoyang and met the envoys from the imperial court, Liu Xun still seemed a little unbelievable.

King Fu, who had been away from Luoyang for more than two months, was relieved no matter whether he was in Henan or the bandit-suppressing army from all walks of life. Hearing what King Fu said, the thieves who were begging for work left Xiangyang and fled into Huguang. This newly appointed Hong Chengchou There is no doubt that he dispatched Zuo Liangyu's troops to chase after him, but he redistributed the [-] to [-] officers and soldiers in the Central Plains to Guanzhong.

After Chexiangxia’s feigned surrender, Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong gathered the main forces of the thirteen peasant armies including Chuangwang Gao Yingxiang, and brought the flames of war back to Guanzhong, and even surrounded Xi’an City at one point. People are a little overwhelmed.

However, just as the eyes of the world refocused on Guanzhong, the new county of Dabie Mountain, which was in a peaceful corner, became lively.

The contiguous mountain fields have been officially reclaimed, covering more than 300 hectares. Without the tiring work of land reclamation, taking care of the fields can be done by the old and the weak. With the newly recruited production team taking over, the beggar army is returning. In daily life, almost 6000 young and strong children have been recruited locally, and the number of the three major soldiers of the begging army, the musketeer team, the broadsword team, and the horse team has expanded to [-] people. The newly built barracks in the distance began to practice.

The food is also getting better. I used to watch CCTV7, and I used to talk about farming in mountainous areas to get rich. I settled down in the fields and took 1 taels of silver. On the way back, Song Qingshu directly bought thousands of chickens and brought them back. According to local conditions, I specially designated a mountain farm Chickens are raised on a large scale, and every day, the sergeants of the begging army can get an egg in the morning and evening, which gradually suppresses the complaints of the sergeants who came from thousands of miles away to suffer.

But the most successful one was Jiaduobao, which opened in a branch in Xinxian Town.

Fu Wang kept his word, or he was also cautious and dared not break the contract. He returned to Luoyang and waited for the limelight to pass. A young eunuch, Fu Wang's confidant, and a dozen capable businessmen under Fu Wang's mansion came to the door. Song Qingshu The long-coveted Jinshan also began to shine.

Picked overnight, fried the first batch of [-]-jin black tea cakes, and blatantly went north to Dai County in the name of King Fu.

In the five northern provinces, no one dared to investigate King Fu's caravan!
In this era, the nomadic peoples on the Mongolian grasslands had a considerable demand for tea consumption, not only in the mouth, but also in Shaanxi and Gansu provinces that do not produce tea. The tea consumption demand in Sichuan is also Sichuan tea. Not out of Chuan!The amount of Huangshan tea brought by Huizhou merchants is small, and it can be expensive. This Xinyang private tea went away, and the merchants from Shanxi and Shanxi who got the news immediately gathered here like hornets, and the poor place of Xinxian also developed. up.

It's all silver!

In the blink of an eye, the strategic transfer from Song Qingshu was successful, and three months passed like this.

At the bottom of the mountain, the shouts of begging soldiers who have regained their vitality and the loud training roars can be heard far away. On the mountain, there are chickens halfway up the mountain, chattering worms in the undergrowth, and the other end is the refreshing green. A tea-picking girl is carrying a tea basket on her back, shuttling through the tea mountains like hardworking bees.

"so beautiful!"

Xiaojiao has adapted quickly. She seems to have fully integrated into this unfamiliar place in just a few months. For her, as long as it is not Luoyang, it is good anywhere. With a large basket, more than a dozen young leaves were picked, and this playful girl was already lazily admiring the tea mountain in the morning light.

On the other side, Song Qingshu was lazily spreading the bedroll on the floor, dozing off with his arms on his pillow. He has been busy with a big event these days, and finally got a little busy. He was exhausted. All the work that can be done has been done, and it is rare to take a leisurely time to bring Mistress Xiaosan up the mountain. Taking the opportunity, Song Qingshu hurriedly got some sleep.

But it seemed that God didn't allow him to live too comfortably. Smelling the fragrance of tea, when Song Qingshu was drowsy, a long Shanxi-flavored sound dragged down from the bottom of the mountain.

"Handsome!!!"

This time, instead of Shi Tianfu's chubby face, it was replaced by Qu Botao's thin old orange-peeled face, but his expression was the same as that of an old farmer who had suffered for thousands of years on the Loess Plateau. , Song Qingshu patted his thigh sadly like a conditioned reflex.

"What happened again?"

(End of this chapter)