The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

Someone is coming from Yaohe.

The words of the man outside the door were like a basin of cold water, pouring directly over Dong Zhu and Fang's mother's heads.

Yaohe River is fifty miles away from Xuchuan County.

There is a village called Zhaojia Village at the east end of Yaohe River, and all the people living in the village are named Zhao.

I heard that Zhao Mianmian’s ancestors also lived in Zhaojia Village, but later for some unknown reason, they were forced to move out of Yaohe.

Later, our ancestors finally settled down in Xuchuan County, and that’s when their career started to improve.

Although they moved away, the ancestral home of Zhao Mianmian's family was still in Zhaojia Village. The clan elders from Yaohe would come to visit them every now and then, and in the name of worshiping their ancestors, they would ask Zhao Mianmian and his ancestors to go back and "take a look" often.

But every time someone came from there, the ancestor would just politely give them some silver and provide a meal, and never easily agree to anything.

As a result, several uncles from Yaohe dared not speak out. They were thinking about the dozens of taels of silver they received every year, and at the same time they cursed their ancestors behind their backs for being stingy and "ungrateful."

Therefore, when people in the palace usually mention Yao He, they must be referring to those Zhao clan elders who love to extort money.

Sister Mian is young and may not understand the meaning of the tribe sending people here, but Dong Zhu and Mother Fang know it very well.

The Xuchuan Zhao family has few descendants. Except for a few side branches that separated from the previous generation, the main lineage is either sick or dead.

Not to mention Zhao Mianmian's father and grandfather, even her biological mother He Yunniang passed away shortly after giving birth to her, leaving only the old ancestor and Zhao Mianmian, the old and the young, to depend on each other.

When the ancestor was still alive, those ungrateful people in Yaohe had no good intentions. They even found a few lobbyists and proposed the ridiculous suggestion of adoption. Under the guise of continuing the lineage, they blatantly set their sights on the Zhao family's assets.

Fortunately, the ancestor was clear-headed and decisively beat the man out.

Everyone in the mansion understood clearly that the old ancestor loved Sister Mian and didn't want others to take away things that belonged to Sister Mian.

But now, the ancestor is gone, and the people of Yaohe have already rushed over impatiently before the people who brought the news of death even had time to leave the city.

If you say they are here purely to help, even a dog wouldn't believe it!

Mother Fang put on her clothes and went outside to answer the call through the door. After the person who reported the news outside had gone far away, she hurried back and said to Dong Zhu in a low voice:

"I'll go to the front yard first to see who's coming. You can wake up Sister Mian later and get her dressed and changed."

"If everything is peaceful, that would be the best. If not...just carry Sister Mian out with you. Don't let those jackals get the upper hand!"

Mother Fang gritted her teeth, her face looking solemn as if she was facing a great enemy. She pointed at the things on the table outside and instructed Dong Zhu carefully.

Dong Zhu took a look at the things in the room, and his expression changed from gentle and confused to somewhat nervous and heavy.

"Dong Zhu knows, Mom, don't worry."

Mother Fang packed up everything and without even taking a lantern, she walked out of the backyard in the dim night and disappeared at the end of the winding path.

Dong Zhu stood guard at the door and watched Fang's mother disappear. Then he looked around and carefully locked the door from the inside.

"Good sister, we have to get up."

Dong Zhu gently woke up Zhao Mianmian, dressed her first, and then took the "things" on the table outside and put them on her.

The thing was ridiculously large, and when it was put on Zhao Mianmian, it looked like a brown and white sheet.

Even when the hat-like cloth was turned upside down on her head, it completely blocked her vision, so that Zhao Mianmian could only see the tips of her shoes.

[Hahahaha, they are putting mourning clothes on you in the middle of the night, host, are they planning to secretly bury your ancestors while the moon is dark and the wind is strong?!]

A line of words floated before his eyes, and Zhao Mianmian rolled his eyes in annoyance.

She raised her eyes and saw that the number in the corner had indeed changed to [1/0].

But after hearing what the comments said, she finally knew what the "sheet" that Dong Zhu had put on her was.

Mourning clothes, a set of mourning clothes as big as two of her!

Zhao Mianmian had never seen mourning clothes in this world. She felt vaguely that something was strange, but she couldn't tell what was strange. She could only let Dong Zhu fiddle with her.

"My dear sister, please don't fall asleep later! Those damn guys calculated the time to block us. If you fall asleep now, you will..."

Zhao Mianmian was woken up in the middle of the night. She was very sleepy. She heard Dong Zhu chattering in her ear. She rubbed her eyes and yawned loudly.

Dong Zhu looked at her hesitantly, sighed softly, and finally swallowed back the half sentence.

The fictional era that Zhao Mianmian is currently living in is Tianying.

Heaven should respect men.

Men are responsible for external affairs and women are responsible for internal affairs, which is no different from the previous feudal society.

Although a man can have three wives and four concubines, there is a clear distinction between their wives and concubines.

In Tianying, those who favored concubines over wives and did not distinguish between legitimate and illegitimate children would be thrown into prison and sentenced to three years of forced labor if found guilty.

This also leads to a strong sense of hierarchy among all classes in Tianying.

Zhao Mianmian had just arrived and had traveled to the Zhao family, an extinct family with no male heirs. She had no special understanding of this kind of hierarchy.

But when Dong Zhu carried her to the front yard and she hid behind the main room, looking at the dark crowd outside through the curtain, she suddenly felt a lump in her heart and had an urge to run away.

This impulse reached its peak when that group of "men" knelt down, kowtowed and howled.

"Aunt! My dear aunt, why did you leave in such a hurry? You didn't even get to see Bao'er for the last time~~~"

"Oh, my aunt, how could you be gone just like that? You left us all, leaving us young people behind. How are we going to live in the future?"

"Grandfather, I am Qiu'er, your favorite Qiu'er. I am late. Grandfather, please open your eyes and look at me again, okay?"

"Ah... I, I, I, I am... uh, Dad, I can't cry."

"Shut up. Howl for me even if you can't cry..."

"Ah~~ Zuzuzuzu, Zu... Oh, no, Dad, what should I call him?"

"I don't know, just whatever..."

【? ? I haven’t been online for two days, what’s going on? ?】

[Anchor, did you invite someone to perform at your home? ]

[Oh no, is this how plays in your world are sung? It's really... um, vivid and lifelike, and I feel like I'm actually there! ]

【…】

Zhao Mianmian rolled her eyes speechlessly and helplessly pulled up the mourning hat that was blocking her vision.

As soon as she raised her head, her sight passed through the gap in the curtain, through the dark crowd, and fell on a man standing in the yard.

The man was wearing black clothes and his face could not be seen clearly.

All I knew was that he was quite tall, standing far behind the crowd with his hands behind his back. He neither came forward nor talked to anyone. He seemed out of place and distant.

Zhao Mianmian had never seen him in the mansion, and had a preconceived notion that he was also a "relative" from Yaohe, who came to take advantage of the Zhao family.

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to look away, the man's gaze was like an ice blade, cutting through the air without any defense and shooting accurately into her eyes.

Zhao Mianmian was stunned, and subconsciously hugged Dong Zhu's neck and shrank into her arms.

Dong Zhu thought she was frightened by the scene outside, so he quickly held her and turned her sideways, gently patting her back and comforting her carefully.

Zhao Mianmian was indeed frightened by the man's gaze at first.

After all, she was a complete i person in her previous generation. When an i person encounters something, her first reaction is definitely to think that she has done something wrong.

But then Zhao Mianmian thought again and again, she is the only legitimate daughter of the Xuchuan Zhao family, this is in her own home, what is there to be afraid of? !