Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

Of course Zhou Xia refused to admit it, "How could I have scolded you? Don't listen to the nonsense of the villagers." After that, she pulled Zhou Maoxun's arm again, "Maoxun, go find Xia Xiaorou tomorrow."

Zhou Maoxun raised his eyebrows, "What do you want to do with her?"

"Of course it's a marriage proposal!"

Zhou Maoxun looked puzzled, "Mom, you just scolded Xiaorou so much, and you want me to propose marriage tomorrow? I...I won't go."

He sat down on the chair dejectedly.

Zhou Xia pushed him and asked, "Are you going or not?"

"Mom, aren't you afraid that the villagers will talk about me?" Zhou Maoxun said irritably.

"Just say it. Anyone who gossips has a rotten tongue." Zhou Xia rolled her eyes.

Zhou Maoxun turned his head and looked at Zhou Xia, frowning and asking, "Mother, didn't you forbid me to marry Xiaorou? You even said that you would commit suicide if I married her, so why are you asking me to marry her again? What exactly are you going to do?"

Zhou Xia wanted to save face and refused to say that it was because Xia Xiaorou was now capable and managed 40 acres of land. The cost was still from Yanyuan, and she only took the income. This year, she could make at least several dozen taels of silver. If she married a woman like this, her family would not have to work.

She just said, "You have always wanted to marry her, right? What can I do?"

Seeing that she was sincere and didn't seem to be lying to him, Zhou Maoxun felt relieved and nodded, saying, "I'll go tomorrow. I just went there this morning, so it's not appropriate to go again."

"Yes, yes, yes. Let's go early tomorrow morning. Mother will go with you." Zhou Xia said excitedly.

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Early the next morning.

After Xia Xiaorou and her friends had finished their breakfast and were about to go about their own business, a large and luxurious carriage stopped in front of her house.

This attracted many villagers and neighbors passing by to come and watch.

Aunt Qin, who lived next door, ran into the courtyard and shouted in surprise, "Xiao Rou, your family has a distinguished guest. Mr. Yan from Yan Garden is here."

Yan Heng never interacted with the villagers, but he usually liked to wander around the village in a carriage, and sometimes he would lift the curtain to observe the customs and practices of the villagers.

After a long time, all the villagers knew his carriage and him.

Xia Xiaorou took the field book that Zhuyun gave her yesterday and was discussing with Song Yanbai about where to go to check out the fields first. She was surprised to see Aunt Qin running into the house and saying that Yan Heng was here.

Yan Heng?

Why is he here?

"Aunt Qin, you... you didn't see it wrong, did you?"

"No, just look for yourself. Look, she's here, isn't she?" Aunt Qin pushed Xia Xiaorou to the door of the main house, and pointed at Yan Heng who was walking slowly into the yard with a smile.

Xia Xiaorou opened her eyes wide. What was Yan Heng doing?

Behind Yan Heng were Shanliang, Zhuyun and Heying.

and four porters.

The porter's shoulder pole was filled with a lot of fabrics and neatly folded clothes and shoes.

The clothes were covered with the word "happiness" and cypress leaves.

A middle-aged woman dressed up gorgeously walked behind the crowd. When she arrived at the main house, she took the lead and entered the house. She smiled and knelt down to greet Xia Xiaorou, "Congratulations, madam. Congratulations, madam. Mr. Yan from Yan Garden is proposing to you. I wish you a happy marriage and a long-lasting love."

Xia Xiaoying and Song Yanbai both opened their eyes wide.

Xia Xiaorou pursed her lips and looked straight at Yan Heng, "Mr. Yan, what are you doing?"

"Of course I'm asking you to marry me. Xiaorou, please accept my sincerity." Yan Heng looked at Xia Xiaorou tenderly, then waved to Shanliang and Zhuyun Heying, "Move your things in."

The porters placed their loads in the main house.

The baskets were filled with rolls of various fine cloths, as well as clothes and shoes for all seasons.

The workmanship is all top-notch.

Xia Xiaoying and Chu Xianyun were stunned.

Then, Zhu Yun and the others placed the large and small brocade boxes in their hands on the table.

Zhuyun opened the boxes one by one.

Xia Xiaorou couldn't help but frown when she saw the items in the box.

Is Yan Heng serious?

Xia Xiaoying and Song Yanbai both gasped when they saw the items in the brocade box on the table.

They secretly marveled at the generosity of this man, worthy of being the owner of Yanyuan.

One thousand taels of silver, plus four sets of head ornaments, each set of head ornaments is worth at least one hundred taels.

Add to that ten rolls of fine cloth and beautifully crafted four-season casual wear and shoes, and Yan Heng's betrothal gift totaled two thousand taels.

This is too big a deal.

Look at Yan Heng's demeanor again, he is a man who is unmatched by anyone within a hundred miles.

Because Song Yuan was studying in Yanyuan, Song Yanbai and Chu Xianyun were quite satisfied with Yan Heng. They quietly reminded Xia Xiaorou to agree quickly.

Xia Xiaoying hopes that Xia Xiaorou can get married as soon as possible, but Xia Xiaorou refuses Zhou Maoxun. Could it be that she is waiting for the owner of Yanyuan to propose?

She also pulled Xia Xiaorou's sleeve and whispered, "Xiaorou, remember to be the principal wife. Being a concubine is not allowed. If I let you be the principal wife, I have no objection to this marriage."

Xia Xiaorou glanced at them and said, "You go outside first. I want to talk to Mr. Yan."

"Okay, Mr. Yan, please take a seat." Song Yanbai moved a chair over and invited Yan Heng to sit down.

Chu Xianyun poured tea and took Xia Xiaoying's two daughters outside.

Xia Xiaoying bowed to Yan Heng, then retreated outside with her cane. Zhu Yun and the other three also left after telling the matchmaker to leave.

Yan Heng glanced at Xia Xiaorou, brushed her sleeves, walked over to the chair and sat down.

Xia Xiaorou pursed her lips and walked in front of him, "Mr. Yan, why didn't you tell me in advance about such a big thing?"

Without even giving her time to prepare, they suddenly showed up with a matchmaker and betrothal gifts. Was this forcing her to marry?

She could reject Zhou Maoxun rudely, but how could she reject Yan Heng without offending him?

Yan Heng is not as easy to deal with as Zhou Maoxun.

Yan Heng leaned forward, staring at Xia Xiaorou with her peach blossom eyes, her eyes dark and gloomy, "Discuss with you? Will you give me some time? If I'm late, you'll have married your cousin, Xia Xiaorou."

Xia Xiaorou noticed that Yan Heng had a cold expression, and it was obvious that he was angry.

Whenever Yan Heng got angry, she would punish her in bed.

She subconsciously covered her belly and hurriedly coaxed him, "But I didn't agree to my cousin's proposal."

"My dear, Zhou Maoxun is here with the matchmaker. Do you want to let him in?" Zhu Yun suddenly walked to the door of the main house and reported to Yan Heng.

Yan Heng looked at Xia Xiaorou and sneered, "Xia Xiaorou, you didn't agree, so he came again. If I hadn't come, you should have agreed today, right?"

Xia Xiaorou looked up and saw Zhou Maoxun and Zhou Xia coming. Beside them was the matchmaker from yesterday.

She closed her eyes because of the headache. What was Zhou Maoxun doing?

Didn't she refuse?

Why are you here again?

Zhou Xia scolded her yesterday, and today she came with Zhou Maoxun?

"I...I'll go and make it clear to Cousin Zhou that I never thought of marrying him." Xia Xiaorou said as she was about to walk out.

But Yan Heng held her arm and told Zhu Yun, "Let the Zhou family mother and son and the matchmaker they hired come in. Our two families are seeking marriage at the same time. Please choose which one to marry, Madam Xia."

Zhu Yun opened her eyes wide. Wasn’t Yan Heng intentionally bullying her?

How dare Zhou's mother and son compete with him?

But Zhuyun couldn't figure out Yanheng's true thoughts, so she could only respond with "yes" and went outside to invite someone.