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"It's just not worthy, so they want you to take a wife," Wang hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "They also want you to have a male concubine."

Zhao Hanzhang's eyes widened and he asked, "Auntie, is this really what the elders in the clan think?"

Mrs. Wang nodded repeatedly, moved her body, moved to her side, whispered in her ear: "Do you know your Uncle Qing?"

Zhao Hanzhang nodded.

Mrs. Wang whispered: "Others have this idea and let your aunts and uncles test my tone. But your uncle Qing directly spoke to the fifth uncle and said that he would let you take a male concubine and take you away." The fifth uncle was so angry that when he came to Luoyang this time, he was not allowed to enter the city with the team and left them all outside the city."

Zhao Hanzhang clicked his tongue and said in surprise, "It's me... I don't have much experience, so I can't compare to my uncles."

Mrs. Wang reached out and patted her, and said angrily: "Just listen to these words, but you can't think like that."

She whispered: "I don't know the truth, but I know that honesty should be the main thing in life. When our family is in trouble, the Fu family is willing to marry our Zhao family. When we are in trouble, he will never leave you and will always follow you."

"Everything in this world is easy to come by, but true love is rare. And since you have lived and died together, your love is even more different from others." Wang reached out and touched her hair and sighed: "Sanniang, listen to me, Tinghan He is the most suitable person for you. I know that you don't like to be restrained, are decisive in your actions, and have a domineering personality. It seems that a submissive son-in-law is more suitable for you, but the most important thing in life is to have a confidant. He knows you and lets you be like water. A fish is much better than a man whose only face can be seen."

Zhao Hanzhang burst out laughing when he heard this and said happily: "Auntie, you don't think I'm serious about taking a concubine, do you?"

"Don't worry, I don't have the intention or the energy," Zhao Hanzhang thought for a while, and to reassure her, he immediately promised: "We will discuss the marriage when Ting Han comes back."

Mrs. Wang exhaled and said happily: "That's good, that's good. I will write a letter to Fu Zhongshu tomorrow and tell him this good thing."

Zhao Hanzhang asked: "Grandpa Fu also asked about marriage?"

"Of course I asked," Wang said angrily: "You didn't take it seriously. Even after the war, you didn't write a letter to reassure him. Now that you are in a high position, Fu Zhongshu feels uneasy and it's hard to ask you directly. You can only write to me and ask insinuatingly."

Mrs. Wang is very satisfied with Fu Tinghan. At present, she only recognizes this son-in-law.

But... Zhao Hanzhang's master, she couldn't do it for a long time, so Wang didn't dare to make a promise to Fu Zhi directly without knowing what she thought.

Zhao Hanzhang: "My grandmother is indeed better than me in coming forward in this matter, so I will have to blame her for this matter." She did not say that she had communicated with Fu Zhi about this matter, but because Fu Tinghan went to Qingzhou, the marriage discussion was postponed for the time being. Let it go.

Moreover, the war had just ended, and she was really busy when everything was waiting to be done.

Qinggu and her servants brought the food up. There was a large bowl of mutton soup filled with meat bones and a plate of pork slices. Zhao Hanzhang looked over.

Wang frowned slightly and said to Qinggu: "Why are you bringing so much meat at such a late hour? You should eat more vegetarian food. Meat is not easy to digest..."

The maid was about to turn around and retreat to change. Zhao Hanzhang quickly stopped her: "No, no, no, I like to conquer, I like to conquer."

Zhao Hanzhang put one foot on the ground, reached out to take the tray from the maid's hand, put all the meat on the table, and then reached out to pick up Qinggu's tray.

Qinggu didn't dare to let her do it, so she quickly stepped forward and placed a bowl of rice and the remaining two dishes in front of her.

Zhao Hanzhang smelled the fragrant mutton soup and drank a bowl of mutton soup before eating.

This mutton soup must have been simmering for a long time. With a gentle pull, the meat from the bones will come off, and with a slight chew, the meat will melt.

This mutton didn't come from Yuzhou when you first tasted it. It looked like a sheep on the grassland. Zhao Hanzhang asked while eating, "Where did this mutton come from?"

"I asked someone to buy it," Mrs. Wang said angrily: "In such a big mansion, there are so many people, but they don't even raise a sheep. The soup in the kitchen is watery. No wonder I lost so much weight."

People's aesthetic nowadays is that of being handsome. When Wang looks at other people, she also thinks that being handsome is good-looking, but when she looks at her own children, she feels that they are too thin. She should be fatter and fairer.

Zhao Hanzhang said: "This meat is good. Make a note of this family. If you buy sheep in the future, I will buy from him."

Mrs. Wang turned to Qinggu and said, "Make a note of it. I'll buy a few more sheep tomorrow and raise them. If the family wants to eat them, they can be eaten at any time."

Zhao Hanzhang said coyly: "This is not good, it costs a lot of money."

"Okay, there's no need to pretend to be polite to me. You all go home for dinner these days. I know you don't have money, and I can't help you with anything else, but you still have money for meat."

Zhao Hanzhang smiled at her and happily ate the meat.

After she finished eating, Mrs. Wang asked, "Would you like to send some to Erlang?"

Zhao Hanzhang thought for a while and said: "It's very late. He must have eaten and slept now. Let's deliver it tomorrow."

Wang turned her head and glanced at the hourglass. It was indeed getting late, so she agreed.

Qinggu took the girl forward to remove the bowls and chopsticks, poured another glass of warm water for Zhao Hanzhang, and then stepped aside.

Zhao Hanzhang took a sip of water to rinse his mouth, and then got down to business with Mrs. Wang, "Auntie, my great-uncle has been buried. Now the only thing left to inherit is the title of Uncle Cai."

Wang's eyes lit up, she sat up straight and asked, "Are you going to take the title back to Erlang?"

Zhao Hanzhang shook his head: "I want to give it to Zhao Yi."

Mrs. Wang was unhappy when she heard this, "Why give it to him? Now Erlang is different from before. He can be a general. It shows that he is not stupid and is sensible. This title should be returned to our main house."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "In the future, Erlang will have a more prestigious title, and he earned it himself, which is better than being promoted to Uncle Cai."

Wang bit her lip and remained silent for a moment before saying, "He earned it, but the title of Uncle Cai should also belong to him."

"Aniang is right. In terms of emotion and reason, it makes sense that this title belongs to Erlang. However, if he has a more prominent title in the future, it will harm others and not benefit himself."

Wang was about to argue, but Zhao Hanzhang quickly raised his hand to stop, took her hand and said, "I know, grandma just can't bear the tone she used before."

"But if you think about it on the big screen, everyone in the world knows that Erlang is my biological brother. No matter what happens to me in the future, with his achievements and status today, the title of Marquis is just an imperial edict. After the title of Marquis, The title of Shang Cai Bo is naturally cancelled. If this title is given to Zhao Yi today, Erlang will be granted another title later, instead of being granted another title on the basis of Shang Cai Bo. In this way, the Zhao family will have two titles. "