The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

"After the woman gets married, what should be done with the land she got at the beginning?"

When the telegram was delivered to Song Qingyue, she was discussing with Mo Yun, Mo Xiang, Mo Hen and the others about the style of female officials' clothing.

After Song Qingyue became the crown princess, she pushed aside the piles of invitations from officials and wives, and the first thing she did was to call back the first batch of first-class maids who had been released to work for a gathering.

The banquet was not even placed in the backyard, but directly in the front hall.

Now, these maids are all big shots, the presidents of Zhaoyue Bank, the principal of Zhaoyue Primary School, the store manager of Liuquanju Branch, the proprietress of the largest bathing center in Beijing, and so on.Why can't we have a banquet in the front hall?
Song Qingyue was wearing a brocade round neck uniform and sat in the middle seat, drank some sweet-scented osmanthus wine, her face was flushed, she was already a little drunk, and she even squinted her eyes to guide Qing Zhi to write math problems—Qing Zhi had already made up her mind I'm going to give it a try in next year's math competition.

When Li Zhao came in with the telegram, she sat crookedly in the armchair, grabbed her hair, and stared at the imitation test paper of the math competition with a puzzled face. She was so cute. Li Zhao walked in with a smile, He stretched out his hand to pinch Song Qingyue's face, and asked Qingzhi, she was so drunk, why did she ask her to do the questions?
Qing Zhi was also helpless: "Your Highness, you can't blame the servant girl for this matter. It was the empress who heard that I planned to participate in the math competition next year, and insisted that I take out the math now."

Li Zhao finally couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Then he asked Nanny Bai: "How much did Yue'er drink? How did you drink like this?"

Bai Momo replied with a little embarrassment: "It's the servant who neglected her duty and didn't keep an eye on the empress for a while, telling her to drink half of the jar!"

Mammy sighed and pointed to a small wine jar on the table not far away.

That is the new sweet-scented osmanthus fermented wine made from osmanthus flowers that have just been sun-dried in the kitchen this year, soaked in well water overnight, sweet and refreshing, and the best taste.

This kind of fermented rice, called Li Zhao, can't get drunk after drinking ten or twenty altars, that is, Song Qingyue became like this after drinking only half an altar.

"Little drunk cat!" He stretched out his hand to pinch her face again.

Song Qingyue pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, tilted her head and rolled her eyes at Li Zhao, and asked, "Why are you pinching my face? I hate it! There are so many people here! Pay attention to your image."

After saying this, all the girls present lowered their heads to hold back their laughter.

Li Zhao cleared his throat calmly and said, "It's time to get down to business. Take a look at this telegram. Do you still remember that Huang Jianjun from the Firearms Battalion went to the Tianshi Mansion in Longhushan, Jiangxi to divide the land?"

Song Qingyue nodded consciously.

Li Zhaodao: "Didn't you say that men and women should share the fields?"

"Hmm, I said it." Song Qingyue's expression was rather smug.

"Now I'm in trouble." Li Zhao said.

"What's the trouble?"

"Read the telegram, can you see it clearly?"

Song Qingyue took the special document bag for the palace telegraph room from Li Zhao's hand, pulled out the paper inside with slightly trembling fingers, and squinted for a while.Li Zhao pointed to the bottom line and said, "Here, after the woman gets married, what should she do with the land she got at the beginning? What do you think?"

"It's definitely not okay to take them all away when the woman gets married, right? You can't agree." Song Qingyue supported her head with her hands, squeezing her cheeks flat with her palms.

"That's right, it's definitely not going to work." Li Zhao agreed.

"Then let the natal family discuss it with the in-law's family? Can you force it to be half divided? There are no regulations these days. How much dowry the woman must prepare? Doesn't it all depend on whether the natal family loves the daughter or not?" Song Qingyue said helplessly.

Li Zhao nodded with a smile and said, "I think so too. It's done, I'll go and reply to the telegram, and you can continue with your banquet." (End of this chapter)