It was very common for widows to remarry in the Song Dynasty, at least during the Northern Song Dynasty.
Wang Anshi's second son, Wang Pang, often beat his wife due to schizophrenia, and even threatened to kill his wife and children.
How did Lao Wang handle it?
He first divorced his daughter-in-law, then accepted her as his adopted daughter, and remarried his daughter-in-law by marrying off his daughter.
This was absolutely impossible during the Ming and Qing dynasties.
How can the prime minister's daughter-in-law get a divorce? Let alone remarry!
"My family is a small family, and Mr. Zhu hasn't bought a house yet," Grandma Yan suggested. "I don't think there's any need to worry about it. First, combine the birth dates with the zodiac signs, and then pick an auspicious day and buy two." It's enough for you to do it. Even though Erniang's parents are still alive, as an aunt, I should dole out something, so let's give her a few acres of land. On the day of worship, invite some of the villagers to sit at a few tables, and everyone can be witnesses."
"Everything will be taken care of by the old lady." Zhu Guoxiang did not refuse the dowry of land.
It was tacitly understood that after he accepted the land, he would be responsible for raising Brother Qi.
A few days later, it was time to go to the Baishitou market.
Shen Yourong and his children stayed at home and worked hard to weave silk for the summer grain.
Grandma Yan went to the market town to find a fortune teller with her birth date and horoscope - Zhu Ming only knew fortune telling, and he didn't have an almanac in his hand, so he couldn't choose an auspicious day.
The father and son also went there, one to buy ducks and the other to buy some daily necessities.
After going out, Mrs. Yan said as she walked: "I asked Xianggong Zhu. The carpenters and masons in the village have been invited by Mr. Bai. They will be free in a few days."
"Does the old white man's wife also want to build a house?" Zhu Guoxiang asked.
Grandma Yan said: "To build a village school, the land has been selected, and it is right next to the Bai family's mansion. I originally planned to let Brother Qi go to the county to attend primary school, but now I think it is more convenient to stay in the village."
Zhu Guoxiang was a little depressed: "Then I have to put off building a house again."
"Many people can build houses and walls, but they have to hire carpenters to make furniture," said Grandma Yan.
The craftsmen in the village are actually farmers, and they only take over work during slack periods.
Wood is also a problem. Although the father and son bought a forest, they have to dry it in the shade after cutting it. Furniture made directly from raw wood will crack.
"Has Xianggong Zhu eaten?"
I didn't go far when I met villagers. They greeted Zhu Guoxiang and then nodded to Zhu Ming and Mrs. Yan.
Zhu Guoxiang smiled and said, "We'll eat it when we get back from the market."
"I'm going to work first." The villager said a few words and walked away.
It was like this all the way, as if Zhu Guoxiang had become the head of the household and could represent Zhu Ming, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
The news about Mrs. Shen's remarriage has probably been spread out, probably intentionally by the old Bai Yuanwai.
Arriving at Baishitou, Mrs. Yan went straight to the coffin shop.
Nothing else, there is only one Mr. BaZi in the town, and he is the owner of the coffin shop.
Instead, the father and son went to Mipu.
Zhu Ming smiled and shouted to the rice shop clerk: "How do you sell your big white rice?"
"Hey, here are the two Mr. Zhus." The waiter said with a grin.
The market town is located between Shangbai Village and Xiabai Village. Many shops in the town are opened by two white workers.
The news about Shangbai Village has long been spread to the town.
"Buy two bushels of white rice," Zhu Ming took out the iron money. "Last time I bought rice, I only gave you a penny, but this time I gave you a lot."
The waiter took out the container and measured the rice and asked, "What should I put it in?"
Ju Ming said: "After measuring it, leave it alone. I have to buy a wooden barrel. I just came here to say thank you for the penny purchase. If you have any difficulties in the future, just go to Shangbaicun to find me."
The waiter said happily: "It's just a penny, not worth anything."
After leaving the rice store, the father and son went to buy buckets and basins again.
After a while of bargaining, the big bucket was 18 cents each, and the small bucket and wooden basin were both 12 cents.
Then I went to buy three more ducks, two of which were used for betrothal, and the remaining one was killed for the tooth-beating ceremony today.
Also, buy some axes, sickles, etc.
They returned to the rice shop, poured two buckets of white rice into the bucket, and carried the bucket to the coffin shop to find Grandma Yan.
Grandma Yan came out just in time and said happily: "The horoscopes of the birthdays match well and the date has been chosen. May 28th is an auspicious day."
"That's good."
The money for hiring Mr. Bazi and the money for the wedding banquet will naturally have to be paid by the man.
In a few days, Zhu Guoxiang will accompany his wife to visit Shen Yourong's parents.
The three of them took their purchases and unknowingly arrived at the street corner of the market town.
Zhu Ming suddenly turned around and shouted: "I've been following you all the way, why don't you come over and talk?"
Bai Sheng, who was a naughty man, immediately trotted forward, bent down and said with his hands in his hands: "I already know that the hero is in Shangbaicun, but I don't dare to buy wine and visit him for fear of ruining the hero's reputation."
Ju Ming said: "There is no need to drink. From now on, don't call me a hero. Call me Zhu Dalang or Zhu Xiucai."
"Save it," Bai Sheng said flatteringly, "it's getting late, I'll treat Brother Zhu to a bowl of soup cake."
Zhu Ming took out a bunch of iron coins, which amounted to fifty coins, and took out more than ten coins of loose coins, and stuffed them all into Bai Sheng: "In the village over Brother Zhang Wu, there was a pair of Tian brothers who took care of my father and son.
A meal. In this world where grievances and grievances are clear, you send fifty cents to the Tian brothers. The rest of the money can be used for drinking by yourself, as your errand money."
"I will definitely deliver it!"
Bai Sheng was overjoyed, not because he was greedy for the ten cents, but because he thought he had gained the trust of the hero.
He had nothing to say to the gangster, and after a few random words, Ju Ming left on the pretext that he had something to do.
The gangster follower looked at the iron money with envy: "Second brother Bai, a good man is so generous. He gave us fifty cents for two meals. The Tian brothers really made a lot of money."
"You know what the heck," Bai Sheng taught his subordinates, "This is called loyalty, repaying a grudge and repaying a favor. If the Tian brothers didn't give them food, Brother Zhu would have been afraid of starving to death. I'm also righteous, who would treat me like a righteous man?
I will remember everything that is good to me, and I will also remember anyone who treats me badly."
The gangster follower quickly said: "I'm good to Brother Bai."
"What a bastard, you are such a talented person, you just know how to follow me for food!" Bai Sheng scolded with a smile.
"Hehe." The gangster's follower responded with a silly smile.
But she said that she was far away from the market town, so Mrs. Yan asked: "Do you know Da Lang and Na Bai Er?"
"This guy wanted to steal the horse, but dad and I teamed up to fight him." Zhu Ming explained.
Grandma Yan reminded: "Bai Er is not a good person, so don't have a close relationship with him."
"I know," Zhu Ming asked, "What is the background of Bai Er?"
Grandma Yan said in detail: "I heard from the elders that most of the people in Xixiang County moved from the south. In Baishitou, Shangbai Village and Xiabai Village, all the families with the surname Bai come from a village called Baishugang.
They are all from the same clan. After more than a hundred years, the relationship has gradually faded away. The fathers of the old and young Bai Yuanwai also gathered the villagers and had a big fight because they were competing for the shop in Baishitou."
"Which side does Bai Er belong to?" Zhu Ming asked again.
Grandma Yan said: "Bai Er's home is in Xiabai Village. When his father was still alive, he had two to three hundred acres of land, more than thirty acres of which were paddy fields. He was cheated by the little Bai members and lost everything. He was very angry.
Hanged to death. Even Bai Er's mother was used to pay gambling debts."
"People from the same clan and the same village can be so unruly?" Zhu Ming suddenly had a deeper understanding of the shamelessness of Xiaobai.
Grandma Yan said: "Before Bai Er's father got involved in gambling, he was quite kind to his neighbors. The villagers also felt that Bai Er was pitiful, so they often helped him. Bai Er could barely survive by herding cattle and cutting grass. Then he suddenly changed his temper.
He spends his days wandering around, causing mischief and extorting money. It is said that the girl he likes was forcibly taken as a concubine by the son of a novice member."
Zhu Guoxiang was a little disdainful: "If this Bai Er has any backbone, he should go to Xiaobai to take revenge. What's the point of bullying the people in the village?"
"How can that be wrong? I used to think Bai Er was pitiful, but now everyone regards him as the god of plague." Grandma Yan shook her head and sighed.
But Zhu Ming smiled and said: "Why do I feel that Bai Er will one day take revenge?"
Zhu Guoxiang said: "If he had the courage, he would have gone long ago."
"A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years. He needs to wait for an opportunity." Ju Ming said.
Zhu Guoxiang said: "You have read too many martial arts novels. Do you really think everyone has that kind of bloody nature? Most people in the world bully the weak and fear the strong."
"Maybe." Zhu Ming chuckled.
Just like a father and son standing among the villagers, their temperaments are obviously different.
Bai Er, standing among several rogues, also looked very unique. His eyes were more lively, and he looked smart at first glance. He probably read for a few days when he was a child before his family was broken.
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"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
On the streets and towns, there was a sudden panic, and the people going to the market hurriedly got out of the way.
But I saw a few slaves clearing the way, each carrying a stick.
Behind is a sliding pole, and sitting there is a man wearing silk and satin. The man is well-kept, his temples are already gray, but there are not many wrinkles on his face.
This person is Bai Zongmin, the new member of the White House.
Sitting on the sliding pole, Bai Zongmin came all the way to the river and took his own passenger boat to the county seat.
"Bah, bitch!"
Bai Sheng spat and watched the ship go away against the current.
The gangster's follower advised: "Second brother, don't do this. We are all from a small family, how dare we be angry with a novice?"
"I can't bear it anymore. This year I'm going to learn how to shoot and stick from a teacher!" Bai Sheng suppressed his anger.
You have to pay to learn how to shoot and stick, and Bai Sheng couldn't afford the tuition.
There is only one place to go, and that is Heifeng Village.
There are heroes in the village who are good at guns and sticks. They occasionally practice during the off-farm period and teach the bandits how to use guns and sticks.
(PS: In the previous chapter, corn stalks were used to return fields. Some book friends said that it would bring pests and diseases. Lao Wang came from the countryside and used to return fields like this when he was a child. He probably relied on pesticides to manage pests.)
(In ancient times, there were no pesticides, so diseased straw could only be removed manually. In addition, burying the straw deeply can also kill insects. After harvesting the corn, while the corn stalks still have moisture, they should be chopped up and buried deep in the soil immediately.
At the same time, some water should be poured to ensure that the corn stalks can decompose quickly. There is no need to plow the ground when burying deeply, because corn is grown in hilly areas and requires ridges to maintain fertilizer and drainage. The furrows are only thirty to forty centimeters deep, and they can be buried directly in the furrows.
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