There is Room For the Poor Daughter

Looking at the desolate and old yard in front of him, the smile forcefully pulled from Yan Zhigao's face could not be maintained.

The guy who led the way also looked a little embarrassed, and smiled shyly: "Well, the county magistrate, please rest well, the little one has retired!" After speaking, he ran away.

"Too bullying!"

After all, Yan Wenxiu was still a teenager in his mid-teens. He was not as good at holding anger as Yan Zhigao and Master Xiao. In addition to the integrity of scholars who could not be insulted, his body was trembling with anger.

Seeing his blushing face, Daohua was afraid that he might get angry, so he immediately comforted him: "Brother, we don't care about these flamboyant villains, and when you become a jinshi in the future, no one will dare to do this again. Ours."

Yan Zhigao stepped forward and patted the eldest son on the shoulder, and sighed, "Your sister is right, only those who are talented will be respected by others. You might as well think about how to put books together because you are angry with a postman here. Well read."

"As long as you can pass the jin shi exam, our family will be a two jin shi family, and it can barely be called a scholar. At that time, the world will look at us highly."

Daohua saw that Yan Wenxiu's eyes suddenly became firm, worried that he would put too much pressure on herself, and immediately said: "Brother, don't be too anxious, you are still young, just study, and the rest, you have your father here. !"

Hearing this, Yan Zhigao glared at Daohua, thinking about him as a father at this time, why didn't he think that he was a father when he contradicted him before?

Master Xiao smiled and looked at Daohua, seeing that Yan Wenxiu's expression became less tense after listening to her words, and his eyes flickered a few times.

Isn't this big girl Yan only know how to go on a rampage!

"Let's go, go in and get organized, and you have to sleep at night!"

With the change of the yard, Daohua and his party were not in a good mood. After entering the yard, their faces became even more ugly.

"It's okay to be dilapidated, it's still so small, where is it enough for us to live!"

Yan Wenkai muttered in dissatisfaction.

Daohua pulled him and motioned him to stop adding fuel to the fire, didn't you see that the cheap dad's face was so gloomy now that it seemed like it was going to rain?

In the yard, there were only five rooms. In the end, there were one room for Yan Zhigao, one for Master Xiao, one room for Daohua, and one for the three brothers Yan Wenxiu. The last room was reserved for the servants who followed.

"Oh, this quilt is moldy, how do you sleep at night?"

Yan Wenkai's dissatisfied voice sounded again.

After hearing this, Daohua looked at the sky. It was still two or three hours before the night. After thinking about it, she pulled the three brothers to tie a long rope in the courtyard, and then took out the quilts in each room to cool down. up.

"Although there is no sun, it's good to see through the musty smell." It's still the first month, and there is no sun during the day, but after the fifteenth day of the first month, it doesn't snow anymore.

That night, Daohua didn't sleep well, lying on the bed, tossing and turning. First, it was uncomfortable to fall asleep because the quilt was moldy and damp, and second, the change of the yard during the day left a lot of influence on them.

Daohua lay on the bed and looked at the top of the tent, a little lost.

In ancient times, power was really too important. People without power would not have any dignity at all. As the head of a county, Yan Zhigao would be ignored and treated lightly by others, not to mention the people at the bottom.

Hey.

Early the next morning, Daohua appeared at the dinner table with panda eyes.

Yan Zhigao and Master Xiao were also not in good spirits, and apparently didn't sleep well either.

When the meal was almost finished, Yan Zhigao said, "I'm going to visit some officials later, you little ones, stay in the inn and don't run around. When I'm done, I'll take you to see you at the Li Mansion. uncle."

Yan Wenxiu put down the bowl and chopsticks and said sternly, "Dad, don't worry, go and do your work, I will be optimistic about my younger siblings."

Yan Zhigao nodded, he was relieved about the steady eldest son.

After breakfast, Yan Zhigao left. Shortly after he left, Master Xiao also went out to visit friends, and there were only four little Daohua left in the yard.

Yan Wenkai couldn't sit still at first: "We just stay in the yard like this?"

Yan Wentao: "Uncle, let's not run around, I think it's better to stay!"

Yan Wenxiu also glared at Yan Wenkai: "Dad is here to report on his work this time. We can't help much, but we can't cause trouble for him."

Seeing that the two older brothers were different, Yan Wenkai went to Daohua in despair.

Daohua is currently arranging the potted plants in the yard to give to uncles.

A pot of potted plants bloomed brightly. Although there were no precious flowers and plants in it, it was more beautiful and prosperous.

Seeing the colorful potted plants, Yan Wenkai's mood improved a lot, he squatted down and helped Daohua to serve.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a Cuju fell from the sky, directly smashing a flowerpot with begonias.

The sudden change shocked Daohua and Yan Wenkai. Yan Wenxiu and Yan Wentao in the room also ran out after hearing the movement.

As soon as the two came out, they saw a young man in brocade running into their small courtyard surrounded by a group of servants.

Yan Wenxiu frowned: "Who are you? Why are you trespassing in our yard?"

The young man in Jinyi glanced at Yan Wenxiu contemptuously, but didn't answer, and looked at everything in the yard wanton.

Seeing this, Yan Wenxiu's faces sank.

Soon, the servant behind the brocade-clothed boy stood up: "Our young master's cuju entered your yard, hurry up and hand it over!"

Yan Wenkai said angrily, "It turns out that you smashed our potted plants and broke into our yard so aggressively. Do you still understand the rules?"

The brocade-clothed boy sneered: "Rules?" He looked at Yan Wenkai and the four of them up and down, and said contemptuously, "Being able to live in such a dilapidated yard, I don't think you're a high-ranking official, how dare you presume any rules in front of me!"

The young servant of the brocade-clothed boy said arrogantly, "Which adult's servants are you, why don't you come over to meet the son of Zhizhou?"

Daohua frowned tightly, pulling Yan Wenkai, who was about to explode, and kicked the Cuju under her feet: "This is your Cuju, take it and go!"

The official position of the other party is higher than that of the cheap father, so it is not good to conflict with them!

Daohua chose to keep things calm, but Young Master Zhou was a little reluctant to let Daohua go, especially after seeing the potted plants in full bloom in the yard.

"These potted plants are not bad. Someone is here, move them away, even if they apologize to me!"

Such arrogant tyranny, let alone Yan Wenkai, even Daohua, Yan Wenxiu, and Yan Wentao couldn't help but get angry.

Seeing that the young servant of the young master of Zhizhou rushed up to move the potted plants, a few people rushed up to stop him without thinking.

Young Master Zhizhou brought seven or eight servants, Daohua couldn't stop them at all, and Yan Wentao and Yan Wenkai were beaten a few times.

During the competition, Mr. Zhizhou took the lead out of the yard with the red plum potted plant that bloomed the most.

"My potted plant!"

Daohua chased after her furiously, with Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao following closely behind.

Yan Wenxiu was also furious. He was older and had heard of the darkness of many officialdoms, but he never thought that someone would be so arrogant and bold. Seeing his younger brother and sister chasing after him, he was anxious and angry, and quickly called the servant: " Hurry up, go find my father and Master Xiao and come back."

After giving the order, he quickly chased after him.

"Give me back the potted plants!"

Daohua was fast, went around in a circle, stopped directly in front of Mr. Zhizhou, and said angrily: "Even if your father is Zhizhou, you can't bully others and rob other people's things. If you want to return the potted plants to me today, I will Go to the Bhutan government to file a complaint."

Hearing this, Young Master Zhizhou was not at all afraid, but sneered: "Go and sue, I want to see, can you sue my father? Will I be punished?"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and signaled his servant to pull away the rice flowers that were blocking the road.

Daohua will definitely not let others pull it obediently. In addition, Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao who came over also arrived. In an instant, the group scuffled together.

At the same time, a group of people walked on the veranda not far away. The leader was not very old, but the noble air exuded from his body made everyone who saw it bend down.

"It's so noisy over there, what happened?"

The young man didn't seem to be in a good mood. After hearing the noise, his brows became pimples.

A brocade-clothed young man who followed behind the boy immediately stepped forward respectfully and said cautiously, "Young master, don't be angry, I will have someone drive him away immediately."

The young man had nothing to do, and continued to walk forward. However, just as he was about to walk around the corner of the veranda, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, and immediately turned around and looked in the direction of the noise.

Then, under the shocked gaze of the person behind him, he quickly ran over there.

"Stop me!"

Seeing that the stick that Young Master Zhizhou had found from somewhere was about to hit him, Daohua held her head and closed her eyes, but after waiting for a while, the expected pain did not come.

Daohua slowly opened her eyes, and then she saw a hand tightly holding the stick struck by Young Master Zhizhou.

His eyes moved, and the moment he saw the owner of the hand, Daohua's eyes suddenly burst into an amazing light, and she said in surprise: "Unlucky ghost!"

Xiao Yeyang frowned, but seeing the undisguised joy in Daohua's eyes, he suppressed his dissatisfaction with the title and replied angrily, "Bumper!"