Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

In order to arrange the meeting, several nearby academies responded to public opinion and changed their bathing time to once in the early, middle and late afternoon. On this day, Songhe Street was almost overcrowded.

At first, the young ladies and ladies were 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 and walked out to the streets, looking for the most talented people.

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

One wants money, the other wants fame, and they hit it off immediately. The wealthy people who come here to meet each other all have their own purposes.

The carriage approached Songhe Street and was immediately blocked. Li Haitang had to get off the carriage, Wufu and Gingguo, one on the left and one on the right, to prevent being hit by people without eyes.

The scholars each showed their talents, some wrote poems, some wrote brushwork, some painted, and some found a new way and made lanterns and other gadgets, just to please the ladies from wealthy families.

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

Li Haitang lowered his head and looked around. These scholars were playing tricks that only a young lady who had never seen the world would be deceived.

However, romance is what women at home like, and some people really fall for it.

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

Just as he was turning the page, Li Haitang glanced at ten lines, and it seemed that he was telling the story of a poor scholar and a young lady from a wealthy family. The scholar was named in the gold list, thanking his father-in-law for his discerning eyes.

No, several young ladies surrounding him were looking at the scholar affectionately, waiting for the final outcome of the story.

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

"Disgraceful to politeness!"

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

His voice was low, but unfortunately, the scholar writing the storybook was distracted and had 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 and asked, "Who do you think is insulting the gentleman?"

The man's face was red, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he looked like he was constipated, which startled Wu Qi.

Wu Qi realized that it was inappropriate for him to say this. Maybe the other party was knowledgeable, but he looked down upon such vulgar painting books.

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 things for the people instead of coaxing the little lady all day long. For him, it is a bit unprofessional.

"My dear friend, if Wu Qi has offended me in any way, please forgive me."

Wu arrived in Kyoto not long ago and thought that this might be the custom in Kyoto, so he looked calm and sincerely expressed his apology.

One of them rolls up his arms and sleeves to fight, while the other is plain and gentle. Comparing the two, who is superior and who is inferior can be seen clearly by the discerning person.

The young ladies who just thought that the scholar who wrote the storybook was affectionate and talented immediately looked at Wu Qi and turned into stars.

Yes, if you specialize in writing scripts, you can at most leave it to the theater troupe and never get on the stage.

Scholars must not lose their noble nature, otherwise they will lose their character.

A brave young lady tore off her little scarf and asked shyly, "May I ask, is Mr. Wu also a scholar?"

The family wants to recruit a son-in-law, and what they want is a scholar. He just needs to be able to read and write. It doesn’t matter if you don’t study at Songhe Academy. You have money, but why are you afraid that you won’t be able to accomplish anything?

The key is to have a good character and be able to live your life wholeheartedly in the future.

A woman's whole life, she only wants a husband who loves her, plus children, and nothing else.

Wu Qi was a little worried. Should he answer or pretend not to hear?

If he answered, Wufu would be watching eagerly from the side, and he would feel like he was being raped. If he pretended not to hear, and avoided answering, it would be disrespectful.

"Hey, I think you look familiar. You are the cashier at the restaurant. You don't know a few words, so I feel like you are a scholar!"

The scholar who wrote the storybook had a classmate there, recognized Wu Qi, and turned to him in a low voice to tell him Wu Qi's identity.

At this time, the scholar who had his beard cut off became angry and immediately revealed Wu Qi's identity. He smelled like copper, and he had the nerve to say that he was an insult to elegance!

"If you are a scholar, you should not be willing to degenerate and associate with businessmen. Businessmen pursue profit and are treacherous and cunning!"

After the scholar finished speaking, he received the approval of many classmates.

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

If you look down on the merchants so much, why do you still go to Songhe Street to show off? To put it bluntly, don't you just hope to be liked?

A poor scholar with nothing but nothing wants to be a son-in-law and wants a dowry from a girl. He wants to take advantage and still wants to be a good boy?

Everyone was silent, and Li Haitang also noticed it. 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 such nonsense! I want to find a sponsor for myself, but I still despise the identity of the sponsor. It’s so funny!

"My dear friend, what you said doesn't make any sense."

Wu Qi took his time and expressed his views. He was just a scholar, indeed insignificant. He worked as an accountant in a shop, but he never felt that he was overqualified for his job.

He makes money and uses it to buy books. The source of every copper is clean and earned with his own sweat.

Instead of relying on your face and hoping to be favored by a young lady from a wealthy family, so that you can reach the sky in one step, what is the difference between that and a waiter in a small waiter's house?

He cannot please anyone with his flesh.

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

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

The nobleness of scholars lies in the fact that reading makes sense. If you study hard in a cold window and don't understand the most basic principles of life, wouldn't the book be read like a dog's belly?

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

"Scholars, farmers, industry and merchants are ranked at the bottom. This has been the case since ancient times. As a scholar, you actually put the cart before the horse. It is really heartbreaking!"

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

Wu Qi shook his head and didn't want to continue talking. He didn't want to say more than a few words.

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

Everyone has different pursuits. He used to feel that merchants were embarrassed. Since having a cousin who was a bandit, Wu Qi has broadened his horizons. He feels that as long as he does good deeds, he can do it regardless of whether he is an official or not. On the contrary, studying and becoming an official, living in a land of fish and meat, and putting the people in dire straits can only be counterproductive.