Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

In order to arrange the meeting, several nearby academies complied with public opinion and changed the time of rest and bathing to once in the upper, middle and late ten days. On this day, Songhe Street was almost overcrowded.

At first, the ladies and wives were still a little reserved. They went to the private rooms on the second floor of teahouses or restaurants and peeked down. As the number of people increased, those private rooms were obviously not enough.

The ladies simply wrapped themselves up tightly, went out, and went to the streets to look for the most talented and knowledgeable people.

Rich people are not stupid, find a scholar, in case the scholar is named on the gold list, he will rise with the tide, and have a son-in-law who is an official with a bright face.

One wants money, the other wants fame, hit it off, and the wealthy people who come here to see each other have their own goals.

The carriage approached Songhe Street and was immediately blocked. Li Haitang had no choice but to get out of the carriage, Wufu and Baiguo, one on the left and one on the right, to prevent being bumped by people without eyes.

Scholars showed their own talents, some wrote poems, some brushed their brushes, some painted, and some found new ways to make lanterns and other gadgets, just to please the ladies of rich families.

"Wu Qi, what do you think of their knowledge?"

Li Haitang lowered his head and looked left and right. These scholars are playing tricks, only young ladies who have never seen the world will be coaxed.

However, romantic love is exactly what the house girls like, and some people really like it.

Among them, there was a scholar with the most people standing around. Li Haitang happened to pass by, and ran to the side to join in the fun, and found that the scholar was writing...a script on the small table he brought with him?

Just turning the page, Li Haitang could see ten lines at a glance, as if he was telling the story of a poor scholar and a lady from a wealthy family, the scholar was named on the gold list, thanks to his father-in-law for his insight.

No, the young ladies around were looking at the scholar affectionately, waiting for the final ending of the story.

Li Haitang only felt that there was a sour smell of acetic acid in the air. A fool who only knew how to paint big cakes was actually attracted by others. How could he reason?

"Disgraceful!"

Wu Qi obviously also saw the script and commented in a low voice.

His voice was low, but unfortunately, the scholar who wrote the storybook was drifting off, with sharp ears, so he heard it.

The other party was immediately furious, thinking that Wu Qi was jealous of his talent, so he stood up abruptly and asked, "Who do you say is insulting gentleness?"

The man was red-faced, with a thick neck and a constipated face, which startled Wu Qi.

Wu Qi realized that what he said was inappropriate, maybe the other party was knowledgeable, but he didn't like this kind of vulgar picture book.

The goal of a scholar taking the imperial examination is to become a pillar of the country. If he becomes an official in the future, he will be able to do better for the people instead of coaxing little ladies all day long. For him, it is a bit of a waste of time.

"My dear friend, if Wu Qi offended him in any way, please bear with me."

It hadn't been long since Wu arrived in the capital, thinking that maybe this is the atmosphere of the capital, so he looked calm and sincerely expressed his apology.

One is about to roll up his arms and sleeves to fight, while the other is plain and gentle. Comparing the two, anyone with a good eye can tell who is superior and who is inferior.

The young ladies who thought that the scholar who wrote the story books were affectionate and talented just now, immediately saw Wu Qi become star-eyed.

That's right, writing scripts specifically is reserved for theatrical troupes at most, and they can't be on the stage.

As a scholar, you must not lose your innocence, otherwise, you will lose your character.

There was a bold young lady who tore off a small handkerchief and asked shyly, "Dare to ask, is Mr. Wu also a scholar?"

The family asked for a son-in-law, and what they wanted was a scholar, as long as they could read and write. It doesn't matter if you don't study in Songhe Academy. If you have money, you are afraid that you won't be able to get things done?

The key is to have a good character, so that you can live your life wholeheartedly in the future.

For the rest of her life, a woman only wants to love her husband and children, nothing else.

Wu Qi was a little worried, should he answer, or pretend he didn't hear?

If he answered, Wu Fu would be watching him covetously. He felt like he was being raped. If he pretended not to hear him and avoided answering, it would be a loss of style.

"Hey, let me tell you that you look familiar. You are the accountant of the food shop. You don't even know a few words, so you feel like a scholar!"

The scholar who wrote the story book had a classmate who recognized Wu Qi, and turned to him and told him Wu Qi's identity in a low voice.

Now, the scholar who was cut off was furious, and immediately revealed Wu Qi's identity. He smelled like copper, and he had the face to say that he was insulting to gentlemen!

"If you are a scholar, you shouldn't be willing to degenerate and associate with businessmen, who seek profit and are treacherous and cunning!"

After the scholar finished speaking, he got the approval of many students.

They just wanted to express their nobility, but they didn't notice that the faces of all the ladies present had changed.

Since they looked down on merchants so much, why did they go to Songhe Street to show off their heads? To put it bluntly, don't they just hope to be seen?

A poor scholar, poor and white, wants to be a son-in-law, wants a woman's dowry, takes advantage and wants to be good?

Everyone was silent, Li Haitang also noticed, and the scene was extremely quiet. She deliberately took a step back and stood under the eaves, watching the excitement with great interest.

These scholars are really nonsense! It's so funny to want to find a benefactor for myself, but still dislike the identity of the benefactor!

"My dear friend, what you said is irrelevant."

Wu Qi calmly talked about his point of view. He was just a scholar, indeed insignificant, and he worked as a bookkeeper in a shop, but he never felt that he was overqualified.

He made money and used it to buy books, and the source of every copper coin was clean, and he exchanged it with his own sweat.

Instead of relying on the face, expecting to be spotted by a rich lady, so as to reach the sky in one step, what is the difference between that and the young lady in the small hall?

He can't please anyone with his own body.

Furthermore, why are businessmen so treacherous and cunning? Without merchants, what do they buy and how do they solve the problem?

He does not deny that there are profiteers, but there are still many people who are diligent in doing business, so don't generalize them.

The nobleness of a scholar lies in the fact that reading makes sense. If you study hard and don't understand the most basic principles of life, wouldn't you read the book to the stomach?

Wu Qi hit the nail on the head and spoke sharply.

"Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen are at the bottom of the business ranking. It has been like this since ancient times. As a scholar, you have put the cart before the horse. It is really heartbreaking!"

Many scholars still despise businessmen and don't agree with Wu Qi's words at all.

Wu Qi shook his head, he didn't want to continue talking, and the words were not speculative.

Besides, these scholars, since they are pretentious, hope to have a good future.

Everyone's pursuit is different. He used to feel that merchants were ashamed. Since he had a cousin who was a bandit, Wu Qi's vision has broadened. He thinks that as long as he does good deeds, it doesn't matter whether he is a parent or not. On the contrary, if you study and become an official, if you put the people in the fire and water in the fish and meat village, it will only have a counterproductive effect.