Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

After they left, Zhang Ling was about to go back to his room to continue finishing his collection of poems, but was immediately called to the living room by his mother.

"Ling'er, quickly take a look at this dress to see if it fits you. You've grown a lot stronger recently, and I'm afraid the previous size is a bit tight for you." Zhang's mother took a silk shirt and tried it on in front of him.

"Mom, this is too grand. It's just an engagement, not a wedding. Is it necessary to make such a fuss? Everyone in the whole yard is busy." Zhang Ling was speechless. Looking at the living room piled with betrothal gifts, he felt like crying but had no tears.

"What do you know, kid? This is not as simple as an engagement. Mother wants to let everyone in the surrounding area know that our Zhang family is no longer as impoverished as before. Let these people see that our son has a promising future." The smile on Zhang's mother's face never stopped.

In the past few years, as Zhang Ling grew up, he did many ridiculous things, which caused rumors among the villagers. So she wanted her son to get married early, thinking that Zhang Ling would be more mature after marriage.

The villagers in the nearby villages all knew that her Zhang family had a prodigal son who did not do his job and was idle every day, causing trouble to the village. So she wanted to make her son look good and make those who had refused to become her relatives regret it.

Seeing that she was happy, Zhang Ling could not say anything to refute her. He could only act like a puppet and let Zhang's mother try on all the clothes, hats and shoes from head to toe.

The matchmaker kept explaining the etiquette that should be observed when proposing a marriage, as well as the meaning of the large amount of betrothal gifts.

Zhang Ling felt that he had never been so tired before. He suddenly thought of the TV series he had watched before traveling through time.

"I feel like I'm not a man at all. Instead, I'm like a young wife chosen by a wealthy landlord. Oh! What a miserable fate I have!" Zhang Ling sighed silently in his heart, feeling as if he had lost the desire to live.

Dusk falls and the moon rises above the treetops.

After finally getting through dinner, Zhang Ling dragged his tired body back to his room, but he was too lazy to even write the collection of poems.

"I wonder if Xin'er is feeling better now. She didn't even have dinner!" Zhang Ling thought secretly while lying on the bed.

Then he somersaulted, sat up and went to the next room.

"Knock knock knock." Zhang Ling knocked on the door. Seeing no response, he suddenly became anxious.

Just as he was about to kick the door open, it suddenly opened, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

"Xin'er, are you feeling better?" Zhang Ling steadied himself and asked with a smile.

"Well, it's okay now, young master." Xin'er replied with a haggard look on her face.

"That's good. There's food left for you in the kitchen. Remember to eat some later."

"Okay, Master."

"What's wrong with you? Are you still feeling unwell? Why don't you go to the county to see a doctor tomorrow?" Seeing that she looked depressed, Zhang Ling felt a little worried.

"I'm fine, master. I'm a little hungry, so I'll go to the kitchen to eat first." Xin'er forced a smile, then turned and walked out of the west wing.

"This girl, is she suffering from lovesickness? Or is she having her period?" Zhang Ling tilted his head and guessed secretly.

The night always passes quickly for heartless people.

The next morning, before Zhang Ling woke up, his mother grabbed him out of bed.

"Mom, please let me sleep a little longer. I haven't even finished my dream!" Zhang Ling muttered and fell asleep.

"It's already daybreak, and you're still sleeping! If you don't get up, you'll miss the auspicious time. Go wash up quickly, everyone is waiting for you." Zhang's mother grabbed his ear and said angrily.

"Okay, okay, please let go. It hurts. I'll get up right away." After being pulled, Zhang Ling woke up instantly. All sleepiness was gone. He could only get up obediently, get dressed and wash up.

Liu Huaiyuan and his son had been waiting in the living room for a long time. Zhang Ling lost his father when he was young, and he was the one who arranged this marriage, so he naturally had to lead the team today.

After breakfast, Zhang Ling, at the instruction of his mother, led Daniu, Li Liulang and others, as well as a group of women and maids, and headed towards Yejiawan in a mighty manner.

The betrothal gift of eighty-eight taels, dragon and phoenix bracelets, wedding cakes, three kinds of meat, fish, wine, dried fruits, cakes, tea, cloth, grain, melons and fruits, etc., filled several large carts.

Villagers from all directions came to watch, and many of them came forward to congratulate. The maids had received instructions from Zhang's mother to distribute some peanuts and melon seeds to those who came to congratulate.

Just like that, more and more people followed the engagement team, stretching out in an endless stream.

When everyone finally arrived at Yejiawan, they saw Ye Deming supporting his old wife, waiting at the door. The neighbors had heard about this long ago and congratulated the old couple.

After the elders of both sides met, they greeted each other, and the matchmaker began to speak auspicious words. Then Zhang Ling presented the betrothal money and gift list, and the woman's side asked people to sing out the betrothal gifts on the gift list. Every time an item was sung, everyone moved that item into the Ye family.

The following things were quite complicated. In short, Zhang Ling was so busy that he was almost exhausted.

After lunch at Ye's house, everyone went back home. This incident was so sensational that it spread all over Pinghe Township in less than half a day.

Zhang Ling didn't care what others said. Although he had some feelings for Ye Qingmei, he didn't love her. In this era where marriages were decided by parents and matchmakers, he couldn't go against his mother's wishes.

Zhang Ling spent the entire afternoon thinking hard in the room and managed to put together more than twenty poems.

Autumn nights always come so quickly and yet seem so long.

The next morning, Xin'er prepared toiletries for him as usual and went straight back to her room.

Maybe because she had finished reading the storybook, her face no longer had the smile of the past, and she looked depressed and confused. Zhang Ling was a science and engineering man, so he naturally didn't think too much about it.

Zhang Ling left the west wing and called Li Liulang, asking him to take the collection of poems and rush to the county to give it to Wang Huan. He also told him to go to the bookstore and buy some storybooks and snacks and preserved fruits when he came back.

Cao Shuan was still busy in the backyard, and the Jenny machine had already taken shape.

Seeing his serious look, Zhang Ling couldn't help but walk behind him and make a suggestion: "The wood doesn't need to be polished so smoothly. Just simply fit the mortise and tenon joints together. Don't use tenons to fix it. If there is a problem, you can disassemble it and change it again..."

"Okay, young master!" Upon hearing this, Cao Shuan immediately did as he was told, and the work progress immediately accelerated a lot.

Zhang Ling nodded, ignored him, and went straight to the straw hut for a walk. Seeing that everything was going as planned, he seemed very satisfied.

Perhaps Mu Xue's medicine was very effective. Wei Da and the other two had recovered a lot. It was estimated that in two days, they would be able to do things within their capacity like Zhao Fengnian and others.