Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated! Chapter 262: Fu Bao: Is my grandmother a senior?

"A chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat doll on his back"

Fu Bao, who was sitting on the kang, was in a bad mood when he heard what his father said.

She knows the lyrics.

It is a very festive song that was very popular in the eighties.

Back home!

But here is a country named "Tang" in an unknown time and space.

"Could it be that my grandmother, who died young, is Senior Transmigration?"

"Selling dogs, be damned!"

"Would it be so magical?"

Fu Bao is really not calm, there is absolutely no way to calm down.

Didn't you say that all the traversers are children of luck?

Why did her grandmother end up that way? The most tragic thing is that her grandmother married such an irresponsible man!

For the first time in this time and space, Fu Bao became interested in someone.

Even if it was the saltpeter ice made by her third brother before, Fu Bao didn't think it was too magical. After all, this method was discovered by alchemists a long time ago, but it was not used in this regard.

But now, her father's two lyrics have made Fu Bao full of interest in her grandmother who died young.

Unfortunately, her grandmother's belongings were taken back by the Zhao family many years ago.

I don't know if it's possible for me to get my grandmother's old things, maybe I can find any clues.

When Fubao was carried into the carriage by Mrs. Xu, he was still thinking about it.

Perhaps, she will know some answers when she sees the little uncle whom she cursed once.

Thinking of this, Fu Bao decided to wait for a while and take a good look at it.

The carriage babbled as it left Lingshui Village and headed for Sanhe Town.

At this time, Sanhe Town was quite lively.

In this era, although traffic depends on walking and communication depends on shouting, the transmission of certain information is really not slow.

For example, it has long been known that Zhao Bingzhen was canonized as a rich and noble marquis by Emperor Yongping.

Not long after the imperial emissary read out the imperial decree, someone came to the door to ask for Zhao Bingzheng, a newly-baked first-class rich and noble prince.

The people who came to the door included those who came all the way from the capital, as well as officials from Xiangyi Prefecture and local clans.

If someone else was named a marquis, it might not cause such a big stir, but the one who was named a marquis is the second master of the Zhao family, the Zhao family in the capital, and the Zhao family who is rich and rivals the country.

And Zhao Bingzhuo, the second master of Zhao, is famous for his skillful hands.

According to unreliable gossip, Emperor Yongping intends to make Zhao Bingzhen the minister of household.

No one knows where this gossip came from?

Unfortunately, the Minister of the Ministry of Household is very old now. He has already submitted his resignation letter twice before begging for bones, both of which were reserved by Emperor Yongping.

At this juncture, Zhao Bingzheng has become a rich and noble prince, how can he make people think less?

"Master, everyone is waiting outside, do you want to meet?"

Zhao Rui is not at all happy now. If he had known that his master had become this marquis, he would not have rushed back in such a hurry because of all these troubles.

"Is my great nephew here?"

Zhao Bingzhao casually flipped through the salutations that Zhao Rui had brought in, and casually threw them aside.

"I didn't see it!"

Zhao Rui replied angrily.

Although he said that he received a lot of small gifts outside, he was still in a bad mood.

"Yo, this is a long temper!"

Zhao Bingzhen looked at Zhao Rui with a smile, feeling that this little apprentice was floating.

"Master, you don't know how annoying those people are!"

"Like a swarm of flies, the most annoying thing about buzzing is, look, look!"

Zhao Rui took out a bunch of small gifts from the arm cage.

What little silver fruit, little golden beans, and some people stuffed silver bills in a big way, but the denomination was only five taels of silver, uh, some people stuffed a purse, oh, there was a pearl in it, and it looked like a first-class item Not really.

"Isn't it good!"

Zhao Bingzhuo smiled maliciously.

"In the past, didn't you often say that you are such a poor manager that no one will give you gifts!"

"Look, how many gifts did you receive this time?"

"Master, you are enough!"

Zhao Ruizhi rolled his eyes, "Disciple, I am the steward of the rich and noble marquis, am I someone who is short of money?"

"What's wrong with you then?"

"Poor"

Zhao Rui directly interfaced, then dumbfounded, what's the difference? He's not bad at all!

"Okay, don't make trouble with yourself, go out to guard, if my nephew comes, bring them in. As for the others, no matter who sent them, let them go!"

As a rich and noble prince, it is doomed to be impossible to have any intersection with nobles or local nobles.

Why did the emperor so generously give himself the title of a rich and noble marquis, didn't he just take a fancy to his "no queen"?

If the title of the Tang Dynasty is not specially marked as hereditary, then all titles are descended.

Therefore, the imperial court's knighthood for meritorious people is often promoted from low-level to high-level, and the promotion is very difficult. After all, how can it be so easy to seal a wife and son without paying 12 cents of hard work?

But as for Zhao Bingzheng, he just donated a sum of money, although the amount of money is indeed a bit huge.

A rich and noble prince!

Tang titles are never cheap.

It's not cheap and can't be measured purely in gold and silver.

But now, he Zhao Bingzheng, this unique taste, is purely in exchange for gold and silver.

Very unfair.

Zhao Rui saw that there was something wrong with his master's expression, so he didn't say anything, but bowed and backed out.

Of course, Zhao Bingxiao didn't see those people, Zhao Rui still wanted to euphemistically say that Lord Hou was not seeing guests today, and let these people go back first.

When Mr. Xu brought Mr. Xu, Mrs. Xu and Fu Bao to the town, when the carriage arrived outside the Zhao family inn, he saw a group of people coming out of the inn.

Zhao Rui was sending these people out with a smile, and when he looked up to see Mr. Xu and Mr. Xu who were driving the carriage, the smile on his face became even more prosperous.

The next moment, Zhao Rui left the group of people he greeted cheerfully just now and greeted Mr. Xu.

"I have seen Xiaoyi Lang, and my Marquis is waiting for you!"

"There is Mr. Zhao's steward to lead the way!"

Mr. Xu was expressionless.

He was very reluctant to come to see Zhao Bingxiao, his little uncle.

But who would have thought that his little uncle would actually get the title of a rich and noble marquis on him?

When Mrs. Xu got off the carriage with Fubao in her arms, Mr. Xu walked behind the carriage and was busy with two more chickens and two ducks.

Such a scene fell into the eyes of the group of people next to him who were refused to meet by Zhao Bingxiao, and they were infinitely confused.

What is this?

Do you have to bring this kind of local product when you come to see the rich and noble prince?