Yang Qian glanced at Lao Gao and said displeasedly, "Lao Gao, if you are too busy recently, you can apply for official employment. After all, you are not young anymore."
Gao Yushi was shocked in his heart: "Master, I, I don't seem to have made any big mistakes during this time."
Yang Gan looked at him and scratched Gao Yushi's nose with his finger, "What qualifications do you have to read Chaoxian's edict?"
Gao Yushi slapped his head. He was still confused just now, but now he understood. The county governor was probably blaming himself for not revealing Chaoxian's information to him in time.
"Sir, this is the fault of my humble position. I didn't get the news to you as soon as possible."
"Alas~~~"
Seeing the panic-stricken Gao Yushi, Yang Qian felt funny in his heart: "That's all, I built a house outside Zhuangzi to receive Shang Guo's envoys. You have to ensure that Shang Guo's entourage cannot see the scenes inside the county."
Old Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely take care of these things for you."
After they had had enough wine and food, they took the girls back.
I don’t know these people, I just want to see the scene, and by the way, I haven’t seen how the ancients got married.
After Yang Qian returned to Zhuangzi, he quickly went to the newly built reception hall, not to check the quality of the project, but to check the location of the surveillance.
The layout inside is nothing more than a normal form, and general chatting is nothing more than inner halls, halls and other places.
For example, in inner halls and halls, one can sneak in from nearby houses to monitor, but people in the reception hall cannot detect people inside or below the walls.
Even in some places where it is inconvenient for people to stop, pure copper pipes have been installed to monitor the speeches of these people.
"Old Chen, that's amazing. It was built very quickly. Even the partitions are so beautiful. There's even some linen underneath to reduce the sound of footsteps."
"This is the result of Zhang Xiaoniang's cement construction." Lao Chen said with a smile on his face. Being praised by the young master was his favorite thing to do.
Yang Qian touched the building and walls, and raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean? I don't think the reception hall is made of cement."
"We used to use red bricks or blue bricks, but once Zhang Xiaoniang said that these two waste coal and charcoal, so we made cement bricks."
"The reception hall is made of cement bricks. It is not only strong, but also very durable and fast. Otherwise, the entire reception hall cannot be built in such a short period of time."
"Okay, tell me to go down and tell the tenant farmers in Zhuangzi not to come here during this period. If a stranger asks questions, just don't know anything. Do you understand?"
"Don't worry, Young Master, I will also keep the newly arrived Shangguo slaves and Shangguo refugees away."
Yang Qian gave him a teachable expression. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be victorious in every battle. He took the initiative and held back all the news. This move would inevitably make the Shangguo envoy uninformed and benefit his own lion.
After returning to the mansion inside Zhuangzi, Zhang Yumeng began to sit on the sofa in a daze.
"Hey, what's the matter? Why are you dazed?" Yang Qian picked up an orange and peeled it.
Zhang Yumeng suddenly drank some water, shook his head, and complained, "I really don't understand. That old Wu is in his fifties, and the bride is only 15 years old. She is really guilty."
Yang Qian licked his lips and said with a smile, "You are so carefree and careless.
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What does other people's housework have to do with you? Besides, Lao Wu is a nice person. "
"Nice person? Such a big cow has the nerve to eat such tender grass." Zhang Yumeng couldn't help but shudder when thinking of the crisp and tender girl.
After seeing it with her own eyes, Zhang Yumeng felt that her views were shattered. The most disgusting thing was that the 15-year-old girl actually had a shy expression on her face. It was really unbearable.
"I asked Lao Gao about it. The girl's father and Lao Wu were close friends, but the couple died early. After they died, not long after, they were eaten up by her father's relatives. The valuables Everything is broken down."
"If it weren't for Old Wu's help, this girl would have died of hunger long ago. She was raised by Old Wu and his wife. You didn't see Old Wu's wife at the wedding banquet."
Zhang Yumeng thought about it for a moment, shook her head and said, "No."
"That's because she was in poor health and was bedridden for a long time, so Old Wu had no children. If at any time, Old Wu passed away, it would be Old Wu who was wiped out."
"So the girl took the initiative to ask Old Wu to take a concubine in order to repay her kindness. His wife also agreed. After all, she had watched her grow up. As long as she could give Old Wu a son and a half, at least the family property would not be swallowed up by others. go."
Zhang Yumeng said depressedly, "This is not love at all. This kind of marriage will not be happy."
Yang Gan covered his head and shook his head. He had gradually become accustomed to this kind of era, but Zhang Yumeng seemed to be still dreaming.
He waved to Mu Qing and said curiously, "Tell me, why didn't they play music when they got married? The atmosphere was quite weird. How lively it would have been if there had been music playing when they got married. I think Old Wu's family is quite wealthy, unlike It’s like he can’t afford a musician.”
Mu Qing looked at Yang Gan in surprise, paused, looked at Zhang Yumeng and asked, "Zhang Xiaoniang, do you think we should play music?"
Zhang Yumeng raised his head and glanced at her and said, "Yeah, isn't it good to play music? To be honest, once the music starts, the whole atmosphere is different."
Mu Qing helplessly covered his forehead, pointed at the two of them with his fingers and said solemnly, "The sage said, in the home of a married woman, if you don't light up the candle for three nights, you miss each other. If you marry a married woman, if you don't have fun for three days, you miss your heir." Dear."
"It's okay to say this kind of thing here. Don't say it outside when the time comes. It will be very embarrassing."
The two looked at each other, Yang Gan shrugged, and Zhang Yumeng couldn't help but ask, "What does that mean?"
Mu Qing said angrily, "In the home where the married woman is married, the candles are not extinguished for three consecutive nights, and in the home where the married woman is married, there is no music played for three consecutive days."
"The woman is mourning the farewell between her relatives, while the man is mourning the transition from the world because of marrying a wife: when a man gets married, it means the passing of the family, so he cannot help but feel sad and sentimental."
"The generation of human beings refers to the metabolism of the human world. Children are born and parents decline. What is there to celebrate? How can we bear to celebrate?"
Yang Qian and Zhang Yumeng were both shocked. Is there such a thing? impossible.
My big suona was the first to refuse. It is said to be able to blow up a person's whole life. Why can't he even play music when he gets married? It's simply too much.
Yang Qian said disdainfully, "Is it possible that you still cry on the big day?"
"Yes, there are some places where people will cry when they get married." Mu Qing nodded.
Yang Gan covered his mouth and shook his head, "Yu Meng, my three views are gone."
"This, this~~~then what should I do? When I married you, I still wanted to continue playing music and dancing.
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"Don't worry, it doesn't matter. When the time comes, we can close the door and play as much as we want. It doesn't matter if we get married together."
Zhang Yumeng raised her eyebrows and said ambiguously, "Close the door? Let's play together? You are very relaxed."
A big tic-tac-toe appeared on Yang Gan's forehead, "I'm talking about the wedding, nothing else."
Listening to the unpleasant conversation between the two, Mu Qing almost went crazy. These days, anyone with some status must pay attention to etiquette. If you don't understand etiquette and don't follow etiquette, it will be a serious crime.
In a matter of minutes, ancient Internet exposure will cause social death. In serious cases, the future will be completely destroyed.
"Yang Gan, don't tell me that you don't understand the etiquette of marrying a wife and taking concubines?"
Yang Qian immediately said, "You underestimate me too much. I understand, a main wife has countless concubines, right?"
Having said this, Yang Qian grabbed Mu Qing's catkins a little guiltily and said softly, "I feel a little wronged by asking you to be a little kid."
"This is not the point. The life of the concubine is in the hands of the first wife, but I know that Zhang Xiaoniang is not such a person..."
Concubinage is not marrying a wife, and concubinage is not a formal marriage.
The wife will kill and seize her concubine, and the concubine is the sex slave of the male master. She has no property rights, no personal freedom, no equal status, and can be bought, sold, exchanged and given away.
Mu Qing's dedication can be imagined, but she understands that Zhang Xiaoniang and Yang Qian are not such people, and there is always a different feeling between them.
Although Yang Qian is a bit arrogant, when he looks at people, his eyes are very calm, and he does not give people the feeling of being superior to others.
This kind of people are almost extinct in the royal family. On top of that, he has won so many battles, has an army of 100,000, and has countless money. Such a person is not proud. He really refreshed Mu Qing's three View.
Zhang Yumeng directly competed with Mu Qing with scissors.
"You still understand me~~~!"
Mu Qing was about to be driven crazy by the two of them. "If a prince marries a country, then the two countries will marry her, and they will follow her as a nephew and a concubine. Who is a nephew? The son of an elder brother; who is a concubine? A younger brother. The princes hire nine daughters at a time." "
Yang Qian scratched his head and kept asking questions as if he didn't understand. "Does it mean that you can only marry nine, including the first wives?"
Yang Qian's classical Chinese writing was pretty good, but compared with real ancient people, it was still far behind, and he couldn't understand what Mu Qing meant at all.
"It means that when the original wife gets married, two "媵" (little wives) will come with her, and the "媵" will have two dowry girls. In this way, the original wife and the two "媵", plus the wives each brings The number of dowry girls is nine women."
Mu Qing paused for a moment, "This is still the treatment of a prince, that is, the treatment of a great king. The number of concubines an ordinary scholar-official can take depends on his official position."
"What about the head of Guizhou?" This area happens to be Yang Qian's historical vacuum zone. If a history collector encounters an ancient person, why don't you take the time to ask?
"The head of Guizhou? Common people have one wife and one wife. They are not allowed to take concubines. Of course, merchants are included."
"Actually, this is the country's regulation. If you keep it secretly, no one will report it and no one will say anything. But once you report it, it will be a felony, a very serious one."
"But having said that, keeping concubines is not cheap. Lao Wu's kind is rare. Ordinary Guizhou leaders simply cannot afford to keep concubines."
Yang Ganqi said, "I think it's not expensive to have a concubine, and it only costs two geese to get a wife."
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