“…… The workshop was built at the expense of a noble son, and the workers have recruited enough, so they should not recruit any more. Shen Liuhua replied half-truthfully.

The little uncle of the Meng family was disappointed, his eyelids drooped, and he couldn't lift his spirits anymore.

No one......

Also, even if you still want people, you will only want people from Zhuxi Village, and it has nothing to do with him, a person from another village.

After thinking about it, I resumed my usual hanging, and slipped out of the house to find a fox friend and a dog friend.

Finally getting rid of the Meng family's various questions, Shen Liuhua took a paper bag and walked towards the mountain.

She was careful all the way, deliberately avoiding the people of 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 a poem.

"Flags and gourds, picking the Hengzhi. A gentleman has wine, and he tastes it ......"

The voice is high and low, and the tone is abrupt, which is very capable of bluffing.

Shen Liuhua looked at this person's handsome side face, with a touch of shyness on her face and admiration in her eyes.

"Brother Yan......"

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

He hadn't systematically learned the gentleman's etiquette, which was really a bit strange.

But in the eyes of Shen Liuhua, who has never seen the world, she is very different, and she feels that her brother Yan has the style of a famous man and is a top talent.

"Brother Yan, you have worked hard in your studies, I brought you some osmanthus cakes."

In this world, all the peasant families who have scholars are not rich.

This is the case with the Zhu family.

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

"No." He kept a straight face and sternly refused, "The gentleman is not subject to the food that comes to him, this osmanthus cake Miss Shen can keep it for herself, Zhu can't accept it." ”

When Shen Liuhua heard this, she felt more and more that Zhu Yan was unusual, glanced at him, and said, "Brother Yan, why is he so polite, let's have a small relationship, I don't allow you to refuse." ”

The girls of the Shen family are all good-looking.

Shen Liuhua is also pampered, fair-skinned, and more than a star and a half better than the girls who work in the village all year round.

is so annoyed and annoyed, there is a different kind of delicateness.

Zhu Yan looked straight a little.

Shen Liuhua's eyes flashed with pride.

It's not in vain that she wore the most beautiful clothes to see Brother Yan.

Look, he really likes it.

The mother also said that if she didn't change her personality, she wouldn't be able to find a good husband's family, how could it be?

Isn't there just one in front of you?

Brother Yan is smart and studious, and sooner or later he can be promoted, and it is even possible to be the champion.

If she marries into the Zhu family, she will be the champion lady in the future.

Imagining the scene of Shen Nian being suppressed by her, Shen Liuhua smiled proudly.

A torn cloak is nothing, and when she becomes the champion lady, she buys herself a room of cloaks...... All kinds of colors have to be available.

Zhu Yan felt that her smile was a little strange, and said, "Sister Shen, are you okay?" ”

Shen Liuhua hurriedly suppressed a smile and said softly, "...... I just thought of something interesting. ”

"Oh?" Zhu Yan deliberately lowered his voice, with a little 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, her face turned red uncontrollably, and her heart fluttered and beat fast.

“…… Be. She replied in a daze.

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

"Yes." Shen Liuhua nodded.

can really make money, Zhu Yan's mind flashed with all kinds of thoughts.

"Who's in charge of the workshop?"

Hearing this, Shen Liuhua sobered up a little, and a secret hatred flashed in her eyes.

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

“…… My second uncle is in charge. ”

said, pouted and said: "My second uncle is good at drilling camps, and he has eight hearts and eyes, and he is too shrewd."

My father only knew how to back down, didn't fight for anything, and didn't know how to change the one-third of an acre of land, and the benefits were all for the second room. ”

Saying this, there was a trace of resentment towards Shen Da in his heart.

Dad didn't think about himself at all, and the benefits were all given out, which was really annoying.

Zhu Yan found out the news, and under the pretext of reviewing his schoolwork, he said goodbye to Shen Liuhua.

As the words fell, he turned and walked towards the village, walking very slowly, as if waiting for something.

After a few breaths, footsteps came from behind him, and a paper bag was stuffed into the palm of his hand.

"Brother Yan, the osmanthus cake is for you, since I brought it out, I won't take it back."

After saying a word, Shen Liuhua crossed the youth and ran towards the village.

Zhu Yan glanced at the osmanthus cake in his hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

Slowly went home.

When Zhu saw his son coming back, he hurriedly greeted him, "Yan'er, can you inquire clearly?" ”

Zhu Yan: "I inquired clearly. ”

Tell your family what you heard.

Zhu's eyes rolled, "That workshop is in charge of the second room of the Shen family." ”

Something troublesome.

He asked his son, "Yan'er, what do you think of Liuhua?" ”

"What do you mean?" Zhu Yan smiled slightly, and the smile was so deep that people couldn't see what he meant.

Zhu was anxious and glared at his son, "What else can I mean, do you want to marry her?" ”

These days, Shen Liuhua is dangling beside Yan'er, and she clearly has a crush on her son.

She originally thought that the Shen family was in good condition, and her son would marry Shen Liuhua as well.

Now, however, there is a better choice.

Then you'll have to plan for another day.

Zhu Yan ignored the drooling nephews and nieces on the side, ate the osmanthus cake one by one, and then spit out two words, "I don't want to." ”

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

Such as money, such as power......

Zhu understood what his son meant, and said with a smile: "Okay, my mother will ask the matchmaker again." ”

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

"Don't worry, my mother will ask someone later."

Zhuxi Village got rich with one move, and it was not good for the surrounding villages to have all kinds of thoughts.

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

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

At this time, the Shen family.

Gao Yuehong grinned into the door, and old Gao looked away when he saw her ugly appearance.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Kicked to the toes."

Old Gao: "......"

Glancing at Gao Yuehong speechlessly, she asked, "What are you looking for me?" ”

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

rolled his eyes and said, "Mother, Sister Rou'er's Geng post has been out for a while, why is there no news from that outsider, there won't be any changes, right?" ”

Old Gao was also very depressed.

Calculating the time, it stands to reason that there should have been news a long time ago.

"Wait, it might be on the way."

Geng post gave it all, if something went wrong, she couldn't spare the matchmaker.

In the afternoon of the same day.

The matchmaker finally arrived.