Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me

"...The workshop was built with money from a noble prince. We have hired enough workers, so we probably won't be hiring any more." Shen Liuhua replied half-truthfully.

Uncle Meng was so disappointed that his eyelids drooped and he could no longer cheer up.

I don’t want anyone else...

Also, even if he wanted people, he would only want people from Zhuxi Village, and it didn't matter to him from other villages.

After thinking about it, I resumed my usual idleness and slipped out of the house to find my friends.

After finally getting rid of all kinds of questioning from the Meng family, Shen Liuhua took a paper bag and walked up the mountain.

She was careful all the way, deliberately avoiding the people in Mengjia Village, and came to a kapok tree at the foot of the mountain.

Under the tree, a young man dressed as a scholar shook his head and read poetry.

"Fan banners and gourd leaves, pick them and prosper. A gentleman has wine, taste it as he pleases..."

The voice is sometimes high and sometimes low, with ups and downs, and is very capable of bluffing people.

Shen Liuhua looked at this man's handsome profile, with a hint of shyness on his face and admiration in his eyes.

"Brother Yan..."

Zhu Yan's eyes flashed, he put down the book and gave a gentleman's salute, "Miss Shen."

He has never systematically learned gentleman's etiquette, and this etiquette is indeed a bit weird.

But in the eyes of Shen Liuhua, who has never seen the world, he is very different. She feels that her brother Yan has the character of a famous scholar and is the top talent.

"Brother Yan, you have worked hard in studying. I brought you some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

In this world, any peasant family with scholars is not rich.

This is the case with the Zhu family.

Looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Zhu Yan swallowed and his Adam's apple rolled suspiciously.

"No." He said with a straight face and sternly refused, "A gentleman is not allowed to eat what comes to you. Miss Shen can keep this sweet-scented osmanthus cake for herself. Zhu cannot accept it."

Hearing this, Shen Liuhua felt more and more that Zhu Yan was unusual. She gave him an angry look and said, "Brother Yan, why are you so polite? We have a small friendship and I won't allow you to refuse."

The girls in the Shen family are all pretty.

Shen Liuhua was also pampered and had fair skin. Compared with the girls who worked all year round in the village, she was more than a little prettier.

There is a different kind of coquettishness in being so angry and annoyed.

Zhu Yan looked straight ahead.

Shen Liuhua's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

As expected, she wore the most beautiful clothes to meet Brother Yan.

Look, he really likes it.

My mother also said that she would not be able to find a good husband if she did not change her behavior. How could that be possible?

Isn't there just one in front of you?

Brother Yan is smart and eager to learn, and sooner or later he will win the imperial examination, and he may even become the number one scholar.

If she marries into the Zhu family, she will become the first lady in the future.

Shen Liuhua smiled proudly as she imagined Shen Nian being suppressed by her.

A shabby cloak is nothing. When she becomes the first lady, she will buy herself a house full of cloaks...all in various colors.

Zhu Yan thought her smile was a little weird and said, "Sister Shen, are you okay?"

Shen Liuhua quickly suppressed her smile and said softly, "...I just thought of some interesting things."

"Oh?" Zhu Yan lowered his voice deliberately, with a hint of tenderness, "But are you thinking about the tung oil workshop in Zhuxi Village?"

Although Shen Liuhua was arrogant, she was also a simple girl. Listening to the young man's deliberately lowered voice, she couldn't help but blush, and her heart was beating fast.

"...Yes." She replied drowsily.

Zhu Yan's eyes flashed, "Can tung oil really make money?"

"Yes." Shen Liuhua nodded.

It can really make money, various thoughts flashed in Zhu Yan's mind.

"Who is in charge of the workshop?"

Hearing this, Shen Liuhua sobered up a little, with secret hatred flashing in her eyes.

She wanted to say that her father was in charge, but she couldn't hide the matter at all, so she could only tell the truth.

"...My second uncle is in charge."

As he spoke, he curled his lips and said: "My second uncle is good at digging in the camp. He has eight minds and is too shrewd.

My father just gave in and didn't fight for anything. He didn't know how to adapt to the one-third of an acre of land, and all the benefits went to his second wife. "

As he said this, he felt a trace of resentment toward Shen Da in his heart.

Dad doesn't think about his own family at all and gives away all the benefits. It's really annoying.

Zhu Yan found out the news and said goodbye to Shen Liuhua on the pretext of reviewing his studies.

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the village, walking very slowly, as if he was waiting for something.

A few breaths later, there were footsteps behind him, and a paper package was stuffed into the palm of his hand.

"Brother Yan, I'll give you the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Since I brought it out, I won't take it back."

After saying this, Shen Liuhua passed the young man and ran towards the village.

Zhu Yan glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Went home slowly.

When Mrs. Zhu saw her son coming back, she hurriedly greeted him, "Yan'er, have you inquired clearly?"

Zhu Yan: "I have to find out clearly."

Tell your family what you learned.

Zhu rolled her eyes and said, "The second room of the Shen family is in charge of that workshop."

There's some trouble.

He asked his son, "Yan'er, what do you think of Liu Hua?"

"What do you mean, mother?" Zhu Yan smiled slightly, his smile so deep that no one could tell what he meant.

Mrs. Zhu became anxious and glared at her son, "What else could I mean? Do you want to marry her?"

These days, Shen Liuhua has been wandering beside Yan'er, and it's clear that she has taken a liking to her son.

She originally thought that since the Shen family's conditions were good, her son would marry Shen Liuhua.

However, it is now clear that there is a better option.

Then you have to make other plans.

Zhu Yan ignored the drooling nephews and nieces beside him, ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake one bite at a time, and then uttered two words, "I don't want to."

The woman he wants to marry must be useful for his imperial examination.

Such as money, such as power...

Mrs. Zhu understood her son's intention and said with a smile: "Okay, mother will find a matchmaker to find out."

Zhu Yan wiped his hands with a handkerchief, paused, and said, "The second roommate of the Shen family can ask about it."

"Don't worry, my son. Mom will ask someone to ask questions later."

It's not a good idea for Zhuxi Village to suddenly become rich, but the surrounding villages have all kinds of ideas.

Shen Nian, the only girl in the second room of the Shen family, also came into their sight.

Shen Nian didn't know anything about this for the time being.

At this time, the Shen family.

Gao Yuehong bared her teeth and walked in. Old Mrs. Gao looked away when he saw her extremely ugly look.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Stubbed my toe."

Old Mr. Gao: "..."

Glancing at Gao Yuehong speechlessly, she asked, "What do you want from me?"

Gao Yuehong thought about business and even forgot about the pain in her feet.

Rolling his eyes, he said: "Mom, Sister Rou's posthumous invitation has been out for a while. Why is there no news about that person's wife? Is there something unexpected going on?"

Mr. Gao was also very depressed.

Calculating the time, it stands to reason that there should be news long ago.

"Wait a little longer, maybe it's on the way."

She had given her all the gifts, but if something went wrong, she wouldn't be able to spare the matchmaker.

That afternoon.

The matchmaker finally arrived.

"Congratulations to Mrs. Gao, congratulations to Mrs. Gao. The Geng Tie has been sent over. Yuan Wai Lang is very satisfied with your sister Rou. You will soon be Yuan Wai Lang's in-laws."