Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"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, heard what his father said, and his whole person was not well.

She knew the lyrics.

It's a very festive song that was very popular in the 1980s.

"Homecoming"!

But here is a country called "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 amazing?"

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

Doesn't it mean that the transmigrators are all children of luck?

But why did her grandmother end up like that? The most tragic thing is that her grandmother married such an irresponsible man!

After coming to this time and space for so long, Fu Bao became interested in someone for the first time.

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 Fubao full of interest in her grandmother who died young.

It's a pity that her grandmother's things were taken back by the Zhao family many years ago.

I don't know if it is 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, when she sees this little uncle who has been cursed by her once, she will be able to know some answers.

Thinking of this, Fu Bao decided to cheer up and observe carefully.

...

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, the fact that Zhao Bingzheng was canonized as a rich and noble marquis by Emperor Yongping has long been spread.

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-rank rich and noble marquis.

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 second master of the Zhao family, the Zhao family in the capital, the Zhao family who is rich and rivals the country.

And Zhao Bingzheng, 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?

But now the Minister of the Ministry of Housing is already old, and he has already submitted his resignation to beg for bones twice before, and both were reserved by Emperor Yongping.

At this juncture, Zhao Bingzheng has become a rich and noble marquis, how can people not think too much?

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

Zhao Rui is not happy at all 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 just now, he was still in a bad mood.

"Yo, this is a long temper!"

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

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

"It's like a swarm of flies, buzzing... The most annoying thing is, look, look!"

Zhao Rui took out a bunch of small gifts from his 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 is a pearl in it, and it's not even a first-class item. .

"Isn't that nice!"

Zhao Bingzhuo smiled maliciously.

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

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

"Master, you are enough!"

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

"Then what's wrong with you?"

"Difference……"

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

"Okay, don't make trouble with yourself, go out and watch. If my nephew comes, I'll bring them in. As for the others, no matter who sent them, let them go!"

As a rich and noble man, it is impossible for him 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 of the first rank, 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 downgraded.

Therefore, the imperial court's nomination of meritorious people is often promoted from low-level to high-level, and 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 he, Zhao Bingzheng, just donated a sum of money, although the amount of money is indeed a bit huge.

A rich and noble prince!

The title of the Tang Dynasty is never cheap.

It's not cheap, and it's not something that can be measured purely in gold and silver.

But now, he Zhao Bingzheng, this title, is purely exchanged 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 Fubao to the town, and when the carriage arrived outside the Zhao's inn, he saw a group of people coming out of the inn.

Zhao Ruizheng gave these people a gift with a smile, and looked up to see Boss Xu and Old Man Xu who were rushing over in a carriage, and 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've seen Xiaoyi Lang, my Marquis is waiting for you!"

"There is Manager Lao Zhao to lead the way!"

Old Man Xu was expressionless.

He was very reluctant when he came 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 who were refused to meet by Zhao Bingzheng, and they were all ignorant.

What kind of way is this?

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