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

Zhou Xia got up early and asked her son to find yesterday's matchmaker. The mother and son brought the betrothal gifts and the matchmaker and walked excitedly to Xia Xiaorou's house.

But when they got here, they found a large carriage parked in front of Xia Xiaorou's house. The neighbors and passers-by were talking about how lucky Xia Xiaorou was. She was actually proposed to by the owner of Yanyuan and brought a betrothal gift of more than a thousand taels.

When Zhou Xia looked at the two pieces of cloth and the ten taels of betrothal gift she brought with her, she immediately felt humiliated. How could she dare to enter Xia Xiaorou's house?

She pulled her dazed son and turned to leave, but was seen by people from Yanyuan, who stopped them from leaving.

"Why won't you let us go? Can a noble from the capital be unreasonable?" Zhou Xia shouted at Shanliang.

Zhou Maoxun looked so frustrated that he didn't even have the energy to argue.

Because he knew that comparing himself with Yan Heng was like an egg hitting a stone, which would only bring humiliation upon himself.

Zhou Maoxun lowered his head, said nothing and wanted to leave, but was stopped by kindness.

After Zhu Yun finished reporting to Yan Heng, she walked over and nodded to Zhou Xia's mother and son, "Our young master wants you to go into the house to talk."

Zhou Xia was so frightened that she dared not leave.

But Zhou Maoxun asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Xia was very frightened. What was the tone of voice of her stupid son?

"Yes, yes, let's go in, let's go in." She grabbed Zhou Maoxun's arm and walked into the house nervously.

She didn't know what Yan Heng wanted to do with her and her son, so she could only bow to Yan Heng respectfully, "Lord Yan, what do you want me to do?"

Yan Heng's eyes moved to Zhou Maoxun's face, "Zhou Maoxun, I heard that you want to ask Xiaorou to marry you?"

Zhou Xia waved her hands hurriedly, "No, no, no, Mr. Yan, this is not true. Don't listen to the villagers' gossip. They love to talk nonsense. We are just passing by. We are seeking marriage from another family."

When entering the room, Zhou Xia's eyes swept over the pile of betrothal gifts on the table and on the ground, and she was so shocked that she took a deep breath.

Thousands of silver coins! She had never seen such a large sum in her life.

There were also piles of cloth and exquisite clothes, all of which she had never seen before.

Oh, and there are those sets of jewelry. The ones worn by the neighboring village gentry when they married off their daughters were not as gorgeous and luxurious as these.

On the one hand, she marveled at Yan Heng's wealth, on the other hand, she envied Xia Xiaorou's good fortune.

After being envious for a while, I became jealous.

Why didn't she give birth to a girl? If she had, she would have let her daughter marry Yan Heng so that Xia Xiaorou wouldn't take advantage of her.

"It turns out you were just passing by. I thought you were proposing to Xiaorou." Yan Heng smiled.

"No, no, that's absolutely not the case." Zhou Xia waved her hand.

"Really? Zhou Maoxun?" Yan Heng asked Zhou Maoxun.

Zhou Maoxun pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Mr. Yan, Cousin Zhou did go to propose to another girl. Why did you stop him? This will delay their business." Xia Xiaorou said hurriedly.

Zhou Maoxun looked at Xia Xiaorou, his eyes filled with loss. He lowered his head, turned around and left without saying a word.

Zhou Xia also smiled awkwardly and bowed to Yan Heng, "We are leaving now and will not disturb Mr. Yan anymore."

She was so panicked that she turned around and ran away.

As soon as Zhou Xia walked out of Xia Xiaorou's yard, neighbors and passers-by immediately surrounded her.

Aunt Qin was the first to mock her, "Hey, sister-in-law Zhou, didn't you scold Xiaorou yesterday? You said she was a slut who could only marry an old widower. But why are you here to propose marriage? Could it be that your son is an old widower?"

Zhou Xia was afraid that Yan Heng would hear her words, so she waved her hands and said, "Nonsense, my son is not here to ask for marriage, we are just passing by."

Aunt Qin sneered, "Come on, I just asked matchmaker Hu, and she told me that your son and you clearly came to ask for Xiaorou's hand in marriage. It's a pity that you were a step slower and were beaten to it by the owner of Yanyuan."

"Hey, from the Zhou family, you scolded Xiaorou yesterday and said that she could only marry an old widower. Are you scolding the owner of Yanyuan as an old widower?" Someone else spoke up on purpose to speak up for Xia Xiaorou.

Zhu Yun turned around and walked over here, "Who scolded our master? Who? Stand up!"

"This person is Zhou Xia." Aunt Qin pointed at Zhou Xia and said loudly.

Zhou Xia hated Aunt Qin so much that she was so scared that she hugged her head and turned and ran away with Zhou Maoxun, who looked dejected.

The villagers who were watching laughed together, "Zhou Xia, the person you look down upon, there are noble people who look up to him!"

In the main room, Xia Xiaorou breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhou's mother and son leave. This time, Zhou Maoxun should have given up completely.

We had made it clear yesterday, so why did Zhou Maoxun come? And why did he bring Zhou Xiashi with him?

While thinking about things, Xia Xiaorou found that someone was holding her waist and pressing her down on the chair.

"I'm proposing to you today. You choose a time and I'll arrange our wedding." Yan Heng said as he brushed off his robe.

Xia Xiaorou twisted her sleeves and stood up. "I need to think about this carefully."

Yan Heng looked at her, "Are you thinking about time, or something else?"

"Both." Xia Xiaorou bit her lip, "Marriage is not a joke, we can't be careless about it."

Yan Heng nodded, "You are right, we really can't be careless."

"Also, I am a married woman. Has Mr. Yan ever thought about this issue seriously?"

Yan Heng, "To be honest, I am a widower. You are a second-married man, and I am a widower. We are almost the same."

Xia Xiaorou opened her eyes wide. Yan Heng was also getting married for the second time?

Why had she never heard of it in her previous life?

Seeing her surprised expression, Yan Heng added, "He didn't marry her. He died of illness."

Xia Xiaorou suddenly realized that it was just an engagement.

But even so, she still didn't want to marry Yan Heng.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Even if Mr. Yan is married for the third or fourth time, he is still a person from the capital. I am just a little woman from the mountain village. There is a huge gap between us."

Yan Heng sneered, "Is this what you are worried about?"

Xia Xiaorou looked at him, "Shouldn't this be considered?"

Yan Heng stood up with a calm breath, "I'll only give you three days to think about it. After three days, you will come to Yanyuan and reply to me."

After saying that, he turned away.

The carriage came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

After Yan Heng's carriage drove away, the villagers and passers-by all gathered at the door of Xia Xiaorou's house.

Aunt Qin pushed herself to the front and said, "Xiao Rou, what a great joy! You have been chosen by the young master of Yanyuan. This is such a great joy."

Other people in the village also looked at him with envy.

Everyone envied Xia Xiaorou, a married woman who was actually favored by a noble man.

Xia Xiaoying, Song Yanbai, Chu Xianyun and others took a long time to squeeze into the house.

"Xiao Rou, when did Mr. Yan say he would marry you?" Xia Xiaoying asked hurriedly, unable to contain her joy.

Song Yanbai also said, "When the time comes, we will all help you."

Xia Xiaorou looked calm, nodded to the villagers and said, "We have something to do at home right now, please come in for tea another day."

This means seeing off the guest.

The villagers were tactful and left in groups of two or three.