Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

By the river, Ye Qingmei sat helplessly on the dry grass, her tears wetting her sleeves.

Zhang Ling saw this scene from afar and felt a little bit reluctant.

"Ms. Ye, it's not that I don't want to marry you, I just think now is not the right time." Zhang Ling walked closer and said softly.

"Brother Ling, please stop talking. I know I am not worthy of you. Please go back. I want to be alone for a while." Ye Qingmei did not look up. She cried even harder, not knowing whether she was ashamed or upset.

"Don't cry, it's not what you think. We are still young now. Let's wait for two years, when we are older, we can talk about getting married then, okay?" A girl's tears are the most deadly weapon, and Zhang Ling deeply understands this at this moment.

Ye Qingmei gradually stopped crying after hearing this. She raised her head with a red face and asked with tearful eyes, "Then, will you marry me in the future?"

"We'll talk about this later. After all, we..."

Before Zhang Ling finished speaking, Ye Qingmei started crying again.

"Okay, okay, I will marry you in the future. Isn't that enough?" Zhang Ling had no choice but to say quickly.

"Really? You are not allowed to lie to me!" Ye Qingmei stopped crying and looked at him with a choked voice.

"I'm lying to you that I'm a puppy, okay?" Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows, half joking.

"Tsk, hehe..." Ye Qingmei wanted to keep silent, but was amused by his words.

"Look at you, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, just like a little kid. Come on, come back with me first. Your father is still worried!" Zhang Ling stretched out his hand and teased with a smile.

"Yeah." Seeing this, Ye Qingmei's face turned red with embarrassment and she hesitated to give him her hand.

"Let's go back. Wipe your nose quickly. If others see you, they will laugh their heads off." Zhang Ling held her hand and said with a smile.

"Where is the snot!" Ye Qingmei said coquettishly. Although she was stubborn, she still wiped her face with her sleeve in a hurry, looking a little flustered.

She followed Zhang Ling, hoping that she could stay at this moment forever. The two of them walked hand in hand on the country road...

Xin'er was waiting anxiously at the gate of the courtyard. When she saw two people walking hand in hand in the distance, she ran back to her room as if escaping.

Ye Qingmei obviously also saw this scene and quickly retracted her hand.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ling asked, turning his head sideways.

"It seems that Xin'er saw us." She said with a blushing face, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, then let's go quickly. Your father must be waiting anxiously." Zhang Ling smiled and didn't care too much.

The two returned to the living room. When Zhang's mother saw Ye Qingmei's shy look, she couldn't help but smile.

"Mom, Qingmei and I have agreed to get married in two years. Please stop rushing me, okay?" Zhang Ling said in a soft voice with a helpless look on his face.

"Okay, mother promises you. I will let the matchmaker go to the Ye family to present the betrothal gifts tomorrow. Brother Ye, what do you think?" Upon hearing what he said, Ye's mother knew that she couldn't persuade him, so she had to settle for the next best option.

"Madam Zhang, forget about the betrothal gift. Young Master Zhang has spent so much money on our family's affairs, how can he ask for more betrothal gifts from you?" Ye Kui looked nervous and waved his hands hurriedly.

"Eh? We are a family from now on. Don't mention the money anymore. Just think of it as a gift from his junior to you." Zhang's mother said this, but she was overjoyed in her heart.

"But......"

"Don't say but, Brother Ye. We in the Zhang family have to save our reputation too, right? We must pay for the betrothal gifts and the things we need to buy. Although we have become a little impoverished since my late husband passed away, we still cannot disgrace the reputation of our ancestors. If we don't pay the betrothal gifts and outsiders from all over the country hear about it, how will I, an old woman, have the face to go out and see people in the future? Even if I die in the future, I will not be able to face my late husband and the ancestors of the Zhang family!" Zhang's mother's arguments were all reasonable.

"In that case, it's all up to Mrs. Zhang." Ye Kui was honest and simple by nature, and after hearing her say this, he could no longer refuse.

"Then it's settled! Qingmei, come home more often when you have nothing to do and talk to me. Ling'er is a good child in every way, but he likes to run around all day. You should talk to him more when you have time. I'm old, and many things in this family will depend on you in the future!" Mother Zhang was happy and talked non-stop while holding Ye Qingmei's little hand.

Zhang Ling just stared at the beams awkwardly, listening to the others talking about him. He kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, and finally managed to get through the morning.

After seeing the father and daughter off, Zhang Ling immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But Zhang's mother had no time to care about him at this time.

The Zhang family courtyard was very lively in the afternoon. With the arrival of the matchmaker, all the maids and women in the family started to move. Even Daniu and others were ordered by Zhang's mother to go shopping.

At this time, Zhang Ling was standing at the door of Xin'er's room, looking depressed.

"Xin'er, open the door! Why don't you even have lunch?"

"Master, I feel a little uncomfortable and want to rest for a while." A hoarse voice came from the room.

"Okay then, take care of yourself. I'll ask the kitchen to boil some hot water for you later. Drink more." Zhang Ling didn't think much about it, but just gave concerned instructions.

"Okay, go and do your work, young master, don't worry about me."

"Well, all right then! Have a good rest."

After Zhang Ling finished speaking, he returned to his room. He had just written three poems yesterday, and he needed to write some more, otherwise he would not be able to publish a new collection of poems.

He could not apply many classic poems that have been passed down through the ages, because he could not explain many of the sentences using things in this world.

Just as he was thinking silently, there was a knock on the door.

The visitor was a girl he bought from a dental shop, about fifteen or sixteen years old, Zhang Ling remembered her name was Xiaoqing. Because she was clever and good at sewing, she was very popular with Zhang's mother.

"Young Master, people from Xia's Trading Company are here and are waiting to see you at the door!" Xiao Qing whispered, rubbing the corner of her clothes with her fingers, seeming a little shy.

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Ling heard this and walked out of the room without saying anything more.

Outside the courtyard gate, the leader was none other than Huang San, the clerk who received him when he first went to Xia Ji Trading Company.

"Mr. Zhang, the shopkeeper has gone to Huaiyin County for some business and he probably won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Before he left, he asked me to come and ask if you have any unbrewed Huangliang Xian Wine." Huang San saluted with his fists and then said politely.

"Yes, there are still quite a few. Your carriage is probably a bit small, and I'm afraid it can't hold them all. How about this, you can drag back as much as you can, and you can make another trip tomorrow when you have time for the rest." Zhang Ling said as he looked around.

"Okay." Huang San agreed and called two waiters to help him move the wine.

When the few people entered the woodshed, they were immediately shocked. They originally only wanted to bring back 100 kilograms of wine, but they didn't expect that the woodshed was full of inventory.

Huang San didn't have much money, so he didn't dare to take more. He led his men to load 100 kilograms of wine onto the carriage, and then respectfully presented the 1,000 taels of silver note he brought.