Soon, the sound of suona horns reached their ears as the wedding procession, having circled the town, finally returned.
The servant guarding the door hurried inside to report the news.
Soon, Master Jia emerged with his wives, his old face full of wrinkles from smiling. He was genuinely happy.
After all, with so many wives, only the first wife had given birth to a daughter. At least the Jia Family wouldn't truly be cut off.
But the heritage of a thousand acres of fertile land couldn't be left to outsiders. So the only option was to take a husband into their home, and once a son with the Jia surname was born, the family's legacy would continue.
In Master Jia's eyes, his daughter might be a bit coarse, but what did that matter? He was wealthy. Unfortunately, they had been searching for a match since the daughter came of age, and after five years, they hadn't succeeded.
