Song Zhiheng chased the woman in the pomegranate skirt in front of him, and finally fell down among the flowers hand in hand. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, it was the face of Zhang Zhongjing, and he woke up from his dream in fear.
"My Jing'er has been spoiled since she was a child. She is picky about food and refuses to eat grains." Zhang's mother said this, but there was no expression of disgust on her face.
"It doesn't matter, I can cook, farm, and mend clothes," Song Zhiheng said nonchalantly.
"He can't make money and spend a lot of money."
"My salary is decent, and I still have income from a farm and a shop."
"What's yours doesn't mean it's his"
"Except for his salary, all the land and shops are in his name." After saying this, Song Zhiheng took out a stack of house deeds and land deeds.
"But the relationship between you two is not approved by the world, not to mention that we still expect him to marry and have children to carry on the family line."
"If he has a girl he likes, I will definitely prepare a betrothal gift for him."
"Aren't you afraid of being accused and losing your official position?"
"It's a pity, but compared with him, it's not worth mentioning."
Song Zhiheng ko Zhang Mu
Concept: The lives of ordinary people in ancient times that have not been passed down by history