As the lid was about to be lifted, a matchmaker from town came and proposed a marriage for eight ounces of silver.,When going through the ceremony of bowing to heaven and earth, that uncouth duke pulled a lump of excrement onto Zhao Jin'er's instep.,Regardless of whether he was calling to himself, Zhao Jin'er still walked over to the small table in three steps and two strides, poured a bowl of hot tea for him, and held it out.。