The sudden gathering of a large number of herders outside the city is something we really can't take lightly.
Even though Mengzhou is now part of the Divine Dragon Kingdom, it cannot be ruled out that some people in Mengzhou still want to restore Northern Mengzhou.
They couldn't just let them into the city gate of Dawar, so Zhao Minggeng changed into his official robes and rode to the city gate.
We looked down from the top of the city gate tower.
That head full of little braids looked very familiar.
"Who are you all below the city walls? Why are you gathered here in such large numbers?" Zhao Minggeng asked.
Gegentana heard a sound coming from the city gate that was extremely familiar.
Looking up, I saw a man in an official robe standing on the city wall.
It gives off a feeling of looking down on the world.
"It's you, it's you. Warrior, I am Gegentana, the one who said I wanted to marry you not long ago."
All I want to ask you is, am I not pretty enough? Am I not young enough? Why won't you marry me?
Zhao Minggeng felt an unprecedented sense of embarrassment.
The soldiers guarding the city gate and the people outside the city gate had bright, searching eyes, full of gossip.
Zhao Minggeng's face turned slightly red.
However, as a straight man, Zhao Minggeng had no idea what it meant to soothe people's hearts.
"Young lady, as I have said before, you are too young. The one who is worthy of you is the warrior beside you."
I would never marry a girl who is about the same age as my daughter.
Little girl, turn around and hurry back to the grasslands, back to your own world.
Gegentana was unconvinced.
"What's wrong with being a little girl? My mother says I'm already a big girl."
Yes, I can get married. Just because I'm young, does that mean you can't marry me?
That's not fair.
Zhao Minggeng felt that the girl downstairs was a bit unreasonable and the kind of person who got stuck on things.
"Girl, it's not like you can just marry whoever you want just because you're of a certain age."
As the saying goes, it is mutual affection.
I have no interest in you. No matter how beautiful you are or how similar your age are, I will not have any feelings for you, much less marry you.
I'll say it again: at such a young age, don't go around saying you like everyone you see.
This goes against etiquette and will also hurt the warriors who admire you.
They are also flesh and blood with feelings.
Look around you, and you see such wonderful young men.
For your safety, they escorted you on horseback all the way. And look at the herdsmen behind you...
I care about your safety.
"Little girl, go home."
Zhao Minggeng really didn't know what to say.
My own daughter isn't so difficult to deal with. Hmm, my own daughter is the best.
Gegentana had never been rejected before, and she found it hard to accept.
"No, tell me what kind of woman you like, and I'll change."
Zhao Minggeng really wanted to kick this person; why was he so difficult to deal with?
"Young lady, don't say such things that dishonor your own reputation."
We don't know each other at all, and we haven't exchanged a single word before today.
Let me ask you this: you say you like me, but what do you like about me? Is it my thick beard, or my age?
Do you know what I like to eat?
Do you know what books I like to read? Do you know what my temper is like? You know nothing about me.
Saying you like it is too fake.
There is no such thing as love at first sight in this world.
Marriage requires mutual affection and a good match in terms of social standing.
Not to mention you, other Han Chinese girls should also keep their eyes open when looking for a husband.
Don't let some rich young master or nobleman blind you.
Seeing that someone looks refined and handsome, one might assume they are exceptionally talented.
In reality, that person might be physically inactive, ignorant of farming, unable to carry heavy loads, and simply a useless person.
As the saying goes, "all that glitters is not gold, but rotten cotton inside."
Not everyone who wears a long gown is a top scholar, and not everyone who rides a big horse is a prince.
However, those who are willing to spend money on you and make time for you must have feelings for you.
I urge all unmarried young ladies to open their eyes wide.
Some scholars in the city and some men in long gowns outside the city were both attacked.
Gegentana, mounted on her horse, looked up at the city walls.
Are you sure you don't want to marry me?
Zhao Minggeng shook his head, then worried that the girl downstairs might not hear him clearly, "I won't marry her."
Gegentana nodded, "Fine, if you don't want to marry me, then I don't. I'm not worried about getting married."
They turned their horses around and galloped towards the grassland.
The other young men who had come with her also turned their horses around and chased after Gegentana.
The herders who had come to watch the commotion found that it wasn't exciting anymore and turned back to the grassland.
"Hey, you on the city wall, are you sure you don't want to marry the pearl of our grasslands? That's your loss."
A herdsman, always eager for a good show, shouted something.
Zhao Minggeng shouted loudly,
"I won't marry him. He's still a child; let's leave him to the warriors of the grasslands."
The man shook his head. "You really are an unlucky person."
He then rode his horse deep into the grassland.
As the county's top official, Zhao Minggeng's refusal to marry a young girl in front of the people was quite a high-profile move.
Lord Zhao, who was already rumored to be ill, has once again become the center of gossip in the city.
"The magistrate must be in poor health, otherwise he would not refuse to marry."
Even if a man doesn't marry a principal wife, he should still have maids and concubines, right?
It's not like he can't afford to support them. Why force himself to become an ascetic?
"That's what the commoner A said."
Citizen B shook his head.
"It's hard to say for sure. Besides physical issues, men might also not like women."
The commoner, A, was very surprised. "Are you saying that our county magistrate is gay?"
The second person nodded, "It's not impossible."
The first reaction of the commoner was to cover his buttocks.
"If that's the case, then we'd better stay away from the magistrate. If he takes a liking to us, wouldn't that be a disgrace to our ancestors?"
Citizen B really wanted to say,
"There's no need for that. The magistrate isn't blind; he can see how shabby you are."
In the end, the commoner B shut up.
He speculated, but didn't want to spread rumors that the magistrate had a problem with his aesthetic sense.
The news of Zhao Minggeng's marriage eventually got out.
There happened to be several families, both inside and outside the city, whose daughters wanted to marry scholars.
In the north, scholars were few and far between; which family could afford to support one?
This suggests that the family must be doing quite well; otherwise, the cost of just those writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones would be considerable.
Especially in recent years, the border areas have been frequently harassed by the northern Mongols, and families with even a little bit of property have all fled.
With the border area stabilizing in the last two years, many people have returned, and naturally, many more scholars have followed suit.
Therefore, in the past, when choosing a husband, it was important to have a strong physique who could support a family and had a better chance of survival during famine than a weak scholar.
Now, the criteria for choosing a partner have changed again.
Zhao Minggeng's words were like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head.
Those foolish girls who dreamed of marrying scholars and becoming officials' wives began to re-evaluate their own suitors.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com