The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

The Zhao family's front hall was packed with people. The people from Yao He were packed in three layers inside and outside, blocking the way to the front hall.

Mother Fang was hiding behind a pillar. When she saw Dong Zhu coming out, she immediately went to greet him.

While everyone's attention was still in the front hall, she helped Zhao Mianmian straighten her mourning clothes and lowered her voice to instruct Dong Zhu:

"Please keep a close eye on Sister Mian later. No matter what she says, don't respond."

"Uncle Ge has already sent someone to invite the first and second masters. It will probably take another half an hour. Once the two masters arrive, the rest will be easy!"

Dong Zhu looked at the crowd in the front hall, then looked at Fang's mother's face, and frowned again and again.

Now that the ancestor is gone, the Zhao family's property is like a piece of prime fat meat.

As long as they are related to the Zhao family, no matter how distant the relationship is, they will find ways to take a bite.

Yao He came quickly, and his thoughts were almost written on his face, but didn’t the uncle and second uncle of the uncle’s family have any intentions on this family property? ?

When it comes to the relationship with the ancestors, the eldest and second uncles of this uncle's family are even closer than those of the Zhao family of Yaohe.

Wouldn't he take advantage of the fact that he was a bastard from the previous generation and embezzle the family property that belonged to Mian Jie'er? ?

If Uncle Ge goes to ask for help at this time, I'm afraid he will be like building up the fence and tearing down the wall, and will only take care of one thing and not the other.

However, everyone from Yao He's side was standing in the mourning hall right now, so it was useless for Dong Zhu to say such empty words.

She paused, gritted her teeth, swallowed all the words, and just said quietly: "Okay."

Seeing Dong Zhu carrying out the only daughter of the Zhao family, the people in the front hall stepped back and made way.

Zhao Mianmian was carried to the ancestor's mourning hall under the gazes of people inside and outside.

When the servants of the Zhao residence saw Sister Mian being carried out, they quickly handed over a soft cushion and placed it in the direction where Uncle Ge had been kneeling and bowing just now.

[Oh my god, is this asking the anchor to kneel down? ? ]

[Nonsense, the ancestor is dead, and the Zhao family only has one host. If not her, who should kneel? Didn’t you see that the housekeeper was criticized for returning the gift on her behalf? ]

[This ancient time was really troublesome. They would kneel at every turn, as if everything would be fine if they kneeled. Believe it or not, even if she kneeled all night, Old Biden would still give her trouble because she took the left foot first!]

【Ha ha ha ha】

[Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about? 】

Zhao Mianmian had just arrived and had not yet figured out the twists and turns of the Zhao family. Plus, she was woken up from her bed in the middle of the night, so she was a little confused.

She originally thought that it was just a kneeling, and it wouldn't cost her any weight, so maybe she could kneel down early and go back to sleep for a nap. But when she looked up, she saw the barrage scrolling by.

Suddenly, she felt that she didn't know whether to move forward or not with her outstretched left foot.

Someone saw Zhao Mianmian standing still and kindly reminded her:

"Mian Jie'er, kneel down quickly. The uncle from Yaohe has come to see the ancestor. According to the rules, you have to kowtow three times."

Three?

Or a loud noise? ?

Zhao Mianmian frowned and glanced at the thin mat and floor tiles in front of her, then curled her lips, feeling somewhat reluctant.

What she was struggling with was not dignity or respectability or those empty words, but the fact that the floor tiles looked a bit hard. How could she knock her head three times without getting a concussion? ? ?

When Zhao Mianmian was stunned, the person coming from Yao He became a little unhappy.

"A money-loser is a money-loser. She can't even kowtow. I really don't know what the old lady is doing with her. She's not even presentable enough!!"

"Oh, Uncle Jiu, this girl is too young to handle anything. If we really let her be the one to see our ancestor off, I'm afraid..."

"That's right, poor old ancestor, he lived his whole life without even a decent child or grandchild!"

"If you ask me, it would be better to adopt a boy from the clan to their family before the old ancestor goes to the mountain. Firstly, there will be someone to take charge, and secondly, it can also provide a support for the little girl. If the old ancestor knows about this, he can rest in peace."

Zhao Mianmian blinked. She didn’t realize how this group of people in front of her had gone from saying that she was “not presentable” to directly talking about “adopting a male” for the Zhao family while she was stunned.

[Oh, haha, I knew this group of people had bad intentions. Look, they haven't even said a few words yet, but their true intentions are already exposed.]

[This is too cruel. The old lady just closed her eyes, and they are already planning to take the anchor's property? ? At first I really thought they just wanted the anchor to kneel down and kowtow! ]

[Host, you must not agree to the adoption. In ancient times, after the adoption, all the family property had to be given to the male heir. If the other party is in a good mood, you can still have food to eat. If the other party is cruel, you may not survive this winter! ! ]

[Fuck, is this true? ? So vicious? This is not a plot to take the family property, this is a plot to take the anchor's life!!]

Zhao Mianmian had just come here not long ago and had not yet learned how to do two things at once.

When the comments were scrolling too fast, she would even have to stop and stare blankly for a while to digest what was being said.

Zhao Mianmian didn't quite understand the ancient rules of adoption. At first she thought it was just a little kid in the family who would eat her food, use her things, consume her property, and fulfill the responsibility of carrying on her family line.

Unexpectedly, in the Tianying Kingdom, adopted males can get all the family property.

If all the Zhao family's property was given to others, would she not be able to be a useless person who does nothing but eat and wait for death?

Zhao Mianmian was a little worried about her "happy" life in the next few decades.

But before she could figure out the twists and turns, she heard Dong Zhu scream "Ah", then fell to the ground and fainted.

[Damn it, anchor, that Zhao Jiu actually hit you with his cigarette holder! ]

[No, are these old Bidens crazy? Just because the anchor wore "mourning clothes" that can only be worn by men, they want to strip the anchor's clothes on the spot? ? ? Whose house is this? ! ]

[Uh, that little sister named Dongzhu is so pitiful. She just wanted to say something for the anchor, but she was hit on the head. It must be very painful to see so much blood.]

[Friendly reminder, this is in ancient times...]

[Hmm? What does the previous one mean? ? ]

[For your information, in ancient times, medical technology was not well developed, and excessive blood loss could kill people, as could wound infection. However, the location of this wound is not fatal, it just looks like more blood loss. ]

[Of course, if conditions permit, we still need to do a good job of debridement and disinfection. ]

[Fuck, the one in front is a medical student! ]

【Roughly the same. 】

[Fuck, what bullshit are you talking about? If it is, it is. If it is not, it is not. How can this be almost the same? ? ]

[Yes, it’s your father.]

[Can you please say it again? ! ! ]

The comments in the live broadcast room started to quarrel again. Zhao Mianmian couldn't take in so much information at once, and her eyeballs and temples were throbbing.