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

Chapter 89 The Black-hearted Scholar

"...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.

The Meng family's uncle was so disappointed that his eyelids drooped and he could no longer cheer up.

  I don’t want anyone anymore…

Same, even if we want people, we will only want people from Zhuxi Village, and it doesn’t matter to him from other villages.

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

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 along the way, deliberately avoiding the people in Mengjia Village, and came to the foot of 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 can be very bluffing.

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 the gentleman's etiquette, and this etiquette is really 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 farmer with a scholar is not rich.

 That's the case with the Zhu family.

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

"No." He refused sternly, "A gentleman does not accept food that 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 good-looking.

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

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

 Zhu Yan looked a little straight-eyed.

Shen Liuhua’s eyes flashed with satisfaction.

It’s true that she wore the most beautiful clothes to see Brother Yan.

 Look, he really likes it.

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

Isn’t there just one in front of you?

Brother Yan is smart and studious. 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 is arrogant, she is 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 answered vaguely.

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, and secret hatred flashed 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 sneaking into the camp. He has eight minds and is too shrewd.

My father only knew how to give 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. ”     Said this, feeling a trace of resentment towards 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 that, 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 me, and a paper package was stuffed into the palm of my 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 slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

 Go home slowly.

When Mrs. Zhu saw her son coming back, she hurriedly greeted him, "Yan'er, have you found out more about it?"

 Zhu Yan: "I have found out clearly."

 Tell your family what you learned.

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

 There is 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.

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

These days, the charming girl has been hanging around Yan'er, and it's clear that she has taken a liking to her son.

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

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

 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.

 For example, money, such as power...

Mrs. Zhu understood her son's intention and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll find a matchmaker to find out more."

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

“Don’t worry, my son, my mother will ask someone to ask questions later.”

It is not a good idea for Zhuxi Village to become rich instantly and the surrounding villages to have various thoughts.

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

Shen Nian doesn’t know anything about this yet.

 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.”

 Lao 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.

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

 Lao 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 money and gifts, but if something went wrong, she wouldn't be able to spare the matchmaker.

 That afternoon.

 The matchmaker finally came to the door.

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

 (End of this chapter)