Chapter 262 Fubao: My grandmother is an elder?
"A chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat baby on the back..."
Fubao, who was sitting on the kang, felt sick when he heard what his father said.
She knew the lyrics.
It was a very popular and festive song in the 1980s.
"Returning to My Mother's Home"!
But this is a country called "Tang" in an unknown time and space.
"Could it be that my grandmother, who passed away so young, is a senior who traveled through time and space?"
"Selling dogs, oh my god!"
"Does it have to be so magical?"
Fubao is really not calm anymore, there is no way he can stay calm at all.
Isn’t it said that time travelers are all children of destiny?
But why did her grandmother end up like that? The most tragic thing was that her grandmother married such an irresponsible man!
After being in this time and space for so long, Fubao became interested in someone for the first time.
Even the saltpeter ice her third brother had invented earlier didn't strike Fu Bao as too miraculous. After all, alchemists had discovered this method long ago, but it hadn't been used in this context.
But now, these two lines of lyrics from her father made Fubao full of interest in her grandmother who died young.
Unfortunately, her grandmother's things had been taken back by the Zhao family many years ago.
I don’t know if it’s possible for me to get some of my grandmother’s things. Maybe I can find some clues.
When Fubao was carried into the carriage by Old Lady Xu, he was still thinking about this matter.
Perhaps, when she meets this uncle whom she had cursed once, she will know some answers.
Thinking of this, Fubao decided to be alert and observe carefully.
…
The carriage creaked as it left Lingshui Village and headed towards Sanhe Town.
At this time, Sanhe Town was quite lively.
In this era, although transportation relies on walking and communication relies on shouting, the transmission of certain information is really not slow.
For example, the fact that Zhao Bingzhao was canonized as Marquis of Fugui by Emperor Yongping had been spread a long time ago.
Not long after the imperial envoy read out the imperial edict, someone came to ask for an audience with Zhao Bingzhao, the newly crowned first-rank rich and noble marquis.
Among those who came to visit were those who had followed him all the way from the capital, as well as officials from Xiangyi Prefecture and local dignitaries.
If someone else was granted the title of nobility, it might not have caused such a sensation, but the one who was granted the title of nobility was the second master of the Zhao family, the Zhao family in the capital, a family as wealthy as a country.
Zhao Bingzhao, the second master of Zhao, was famous for his Midas touch.
According to unreliable rumors, Emperor Yongping intended to appoint Zhao Bingzhao as the Minister of Revenue.
No one knows where this rumor came from?
Unfortunately, the current Minister of Revenue is already old and has submitted his resignation twice before, but both times were rejected by Emperor Yongping.
At this critical juncture, how could people not think too much when Zhao Bingzhao became a rich and powerful marquis?
"Master, everyone is waiting outside. Do you want to see them?"
Zhao Rui couldn't be happy at all. If he had known that his master would become a marquis and have so many troubles, he wouldn't have rushed back so hastily.
"Has my eldest nephew arrived?"
Zhao Bingzhao casually flipped through the visiting cards that Zhao Rui brought in and threw them aside casually.
“I didn’t see it!”
Zhao Rui replied unhappily.
Although he had just received a lot of small gifts outside, he was still in a bad mood.
"Oh, you've grown into a bad temper!"
Zhao Bingzhao looked at Zhao Rui with a smile, feeling that his little disciple was getting too arrogant.
"Master, you don't know how annoying those people are!"
"It's like a swarm of flies, buzzing around... The most annoying thing is, look, look!"
Zhao Rui took out a bunch of small gifts from his sleeve.
There were small silver fruits and small golden beans. Some people generously stuffed in silver notes, but the face value was only five taels of silver. Uh, someone else stuffed in a purse, oh, there was a pearl in it, it didn't even look like first-class stuff.
"Isn't this great!"
Zhao Bingzhao smiled maliciously.
"In the past, you always said that you were such a bad steward that no one gave you any gifts!"
"Look, how many gifts have you received this time?"
"Master, that's enough!"
Zhao Rui rolled his eyes. "I am the steward of Marquis Fugui. Am I someone who is short of money?"
"Then what are you missing?"
"Difference……"
Zhao Rui immediately responded, then was dumbfounded. What's wrong? He's not lacking in anything!
"Okay, stop making a fuss by yourself. Go out and keep watch. If my eldest nephew comes, bring him in. As for the others, no matter who sent them, send them away!"
As a wealthy and noble marquis, it is destined that he will never have any intersection with nobles or local powerful families.
Why was the emperor so generous in giving him the title of a first-rank rich and noble marquis? Wasn't it because he was impressed by the fact that he had no descendants?
In the Tang Dynasty, if there was no special indication that the titles were hereditary when they were conferred, then all the titles were hereditary titles of a lower rank.
Therefore, the imperial court often promoted meritorious individuals from lower ranks to higher ranks, and promotion was very difficult. After all, how could one easily confer titles on his wife and children without putting in a lot of hard work?
But Zhao Bingzhao only donated a sum of silver, although the amount of silver was indeed quite huge.
A first-class rich and noble marquis!
The titles of nobility in the Tang Dynasty have never been cheap.
This is not cheap and cannot be simply measured in gold or silver.
But now, he, Zhao Bingzhao, obtained this title purely in exchange for gold and silver.
It's very unfair.
Zhao Rui saw that his master's expression was a little strange, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he bowed and walked out.
Of course, Zhao Bingzhao did not want to see those people, so Zhao Rui still had to tactfully tell them that the Marquis would not see guests today and asked these people to go back first.
When Mr. Xu brought Old Master Xu, Old Madam Xu, and Fubao to the town, and the carriage arrived outside the Zhao Family Inn, they saw a group of people coming out of the inn.
Zhao Rui was smiling and politely seeing these people off. When he looked up and saw Boss Xu and Old Man Xu driving the carriage, the smile on his face became even wider.
The next moment, Zhao Rui left the group of people he had just been greeting cheerfully and went to greet Mr. Xu.
"Greetings, Mr. Xiaoyi, my Lord is waiting for you!"
"Thank you, Manager Zhao, for leading the way!"
Mr. Xu had a blank expression on his face.
He was very reluctant to come and meet his uncle Zhao Bingzhao.
But who could have imagined that his uncle actually got the title of a first-class rich marquis?
After Old Mrs. Xu got off the carriage with Fubao in her arms, Old Mr. Xu walked to the back of the carriage and after some busy work, he had two chickens and two ducks in his hands.
This scene was seen by the group of people nearby who were refused to meet by Zhao Bingzhao, and they were all extremely confused.
What is this?
Do I have to bring this kind of local specialties with me when I come to see Marquis Fugui?
(End of this chapter)
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