Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan recognized Mrs. Ma as his grandmother, and the Ma family accepted him...
"Grandma, why is uncle Tong out?"
Mrs. Ma chuckled and said: "Quan'er, grandma wants you to see something next."
"One thing? It can't be the genealogy of my Ma family, right?"
Mrs. Ma nodded.
Ma Xiaoquan was a little moved and said: "Grandma, you and your uncle know that I am not your real grandson, why do you still treat me like this?"
Mrs. Ma shook her head and said: "Old lady, I have never seen the wrong person in my life. Although I don't know your true identity, old lady, I have a feeling. Just like what you said, you will never treat my Ma family."
It’s not good, old lady, I’ll just bet once… Even if the Ma family gives it to you in the future, old lady, I’ll accept it.”
"Ah?" Ma Xiaoquan waved his hands desperately, "Grandma, I don't have any ideas about the Ma family. Besides, there is not only one male in the Ma family, but there are also two brothers."
Mrs. Ma sighed and said: "It's better to be outside than to stay by your side. Anyway, my old lady has a hunch that you will lead the Ma family out of trouble in the future."
Ma Xiaoquan was a little helpless. This old lady Ma... let's just say she's stupid, she's not stupid, because she saw Ma Xiaoquan's potential ability; let's say she's not stupid, Ma Xiaoquan thinks she's stupid, because she wants to give
Ma Xiaoquan looked at the family tree and decided to bet the future of the Ma family on Ma Xiaoquan.
"Quan'er...Look, this is the family tree of my Ma family..."
Ma Xiaoquan said oh, took a closer look, and was stunned.
"This..." Ma Xiaoquan looked at the family tree in Mrs. Ma's hand with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.
The family tree that my uncle kept was exactly this one, but the time and space were different, and the quality of the family tree was also different.
The family tree that my uncle had was obviously much older, and there were still some signs of tearing on it, but the family tree in Mrs. Ma's hands could be said to be very brand new.
"Grandma...this family tree..."
Mrs. Ma chuckled: "Oh, this family tree was rewritten in the old man's hands. The previous family tree was damaged. Fortunately, the old man preserved it, so... my Ma family's genealogy has been completely preserved.
Come down..."
Ma Xiaoquan said oh, that's what he thought.
"Grandma, can you show it to me?"
Mrs. Ma nodded and handed the family tree into Ma Xiaoquan's hand.
Ma Xiaoquan carefully took the family tree, swallowed hard, and then opened the first page of the family tree very carefully.
The family tree is made of sheepskin, but when you hold it in your hand, you don't feel the weight of the skin at all.
"Grandma, has this family tree... been specially processed?"
Mrs. Ma nodded, took out another book, and handed it to Ma Xiaoquan.
"This book is all written in the language of the Baiyi tribe. It contains methods for preserving parchments... Speaking of which, this method was learned by the old man. It's a pity... The old man
He died early, and the characters and language of the Baiyi tribe were only taught a little... When it comes to your father... Oh no, when it comes to Quan'er's father's generation, they will basically get it.
Very few..."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded, opened the page, took a look, and translated: "Simple and practical handbooks of the Baiyi Clan? Ma Qiang? I'm Ciao..." Ma Xiaoquan shook his head, but he didn't expect that after he left the late Han Dynasty, four people would
Zima Qiang also grew up.
Opening the letters written by Ma Qiang, Ma Xiaoquan felt a strong sense of pride in his heart. Mrs. Ma didn't know who Ma Qiang was, but he, Ma Xiaoquan, knew it all.
As Ma Qiang's father, Ma Xiaoquan has reason to be proud, and it is absolutely necessary to be proud, because many of the practical life tips in this book come from the Baiyi clan. In other words, after Ma Xiaoquan left the late Han Dynasty, Ma Qiang basically
He took over everything of the Baiyi Clan.
Mrs. Ma looked at Ma Xiaoquan's proud expression and asked, "Quan'er, can you understand?"
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head and nodded solemnly.
"Really...really?"
Ma Xiaoquan hummed, opened one of the pages, pointed to the few lines on it, and read them out in the language of the Baiyi people.
The content of these lines is relatively simple, and Ma Xiaoquan believes that Mrs. Ma can understand it even with her partial understanding of the Baiyi language.
Sure enough, after Ma Xiaoquan read these few lines, Madam Ma became obviously excited.
"That's great, that's great." Mrs. Ma grabbed Ma Xiaoquan's hand and said, "Quan'er, with you here, our Ma family is expected to be reorganized, haha, that's great..."
Ma Xiaoquan asked confusedly: "Grandma, isn't the Ma family so miserable? Isn't there someone else serving as an officer in Ningyuan? And I seem to be very rich too?"
Mrs. Ma sighed and said, "That being said, taking precautions is also the foundation for the family to survive."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and said: "What grandma said makes sense. By the way, grandma, I heard Tu Dan said that someone came to the palace yesterday?"
Mrs. Ma said humbly: "Yes, Prince Zhu Changluo has just succeeded to the throne, and the new emperor is in poor health. He heard that my Ma family has a strange medicine, so I sent someone from the palace to get it...
"
"Miraculous medicine? What magical medicine?"
Mrs. Ma sighed again: "No one has used that medicine, but the old man once said that the medicine was left behind by the first generation of the family..."
"The first...the first generation head of the family? Grandma, you are not talking about the one left by Ma Xiaoquan, are you?"
Mrs. Ma nodded: "Yes, but after so many years, the color of the strange medicine has also changed... Hmm."
"Color? Change?" Ma Xiaoquan felt nervous, suddenly remembered something, and asked quickly, "Grandma, what is that strange medicine, and how has the color changed?"
Mrs. Ma said: "A pill, the color...well, it is red..."
"Red...red...dan...danwan..." Ma Xiaoquan slumped down on the ground, smiling bitterly and shaking his head.
"Quan'er, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head bitterly and glanced at Mrs. Ma, but said nothing.
At this moment, Ma Xiaoquan felt unspeakably aggrieved.