As the lid was about to be lifted, a matchmaker from town came and proposed a marriage for eight ounces of silver.,Perhaps the Qin family thought he wouldn't live long, so even when burning him at his death, they wouldn't use much firewood.,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.。