Farming at the beginning, I rely on business to counterattack and become a princess

Chapter 12 Disturbances
Along the way, the brother and sister chatted while strolling.Wen Xiang held back the words for a long time and finally asked: "Brother, this family is here for a blind date, right?"

"You, you know everything! According to my uncle, you are looking for someone for my sister."

"Well, I guess so, what does that family do?"

"I heard that he is in the grocery business in the city."

"Okay, then Sister Wenqing will marry into the city in the future."

"Hey! Of course the city has its benefits, but the countryside also has its benefits." Wen Dao's tone suddenly dropped.

Wen Xiang looked sideways at his eldest brother: Wen Dao's face was calm and calm, his eyes were staring into the distance, his eyes seemed to pass through the houses and fields in front of him, and fall to the distant sky, there was a hint of loneliness and sadness in his eyes.

It seems that Brother Wen Dao is also a person with a story.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wen Xiang suddenly became depressed. The suffering of life may never leave——everyone has their own melancholy and anguish. The roads in the village are twists and turns. Walk the rest of the way silently.

The night is getting darker.

At this moment, I heard that at the uncle's house, the candlelight in the main room was flickering, and the woman Zhang sitting on the front seat looked worried and was reprimanding her daughter:
"Lan'er, what's going on with you today, don't you know that people are here to see your eldest sister? Whether your sister can marry in the city depends on today, who are you showing your face down?"

"Mother, it's all Wen Xiang's fault, she's always against her daughter."

"What does it have to do with Wenxiang, you just keep talking about her." Zhang Shi wondered.

"Who told her not to admit that she was late, she would make excuses, obviously she was lazy." Wen Lan was not convinced.

Mrs. Zhang was really angry: "Whether she is lazy or not, it has nothing to do with you. She is a child of your uncle's family. Naturally, her elder brother and your father will take care of her. You still want to take care of her, It's not your turn! Do your own thing."

"mother--"

Mrs. Zhang took a breath and waved her hands: "Go back and reflect on yourself. You are not young anymore, you should be sensible. You should know when to do things and what to say."

"Also, don't always pick Wen Xiang's thorns in the future. Sisters in the same class, what is disharmony like? Learn more from your elder sister."

"Hmph!" Wen Lan ran out angrily.

The door curtain that was thrown away snapped shut with a snap, and Zhang's heart trembled: This girl is so arrogant, it's time to restrain herself; she's used to being free at home, how can she be in her in-law's house? Not to suffer.

She thought of this, and then thought of Wen Qing. She still doesn't know what the result of today's blind date is, and Qing'er is also old.

Alas, it was hard to find a suitable one, and it was in the city, if nothing happened——
Zhang's heart ached again when she thought about it: Lan'er is really a badass, she clearly told her again and again, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, she just refused to listen, this time she can't be allowed to slack off.

Mrs. Zhang was thinking about it, when suddenly the curtain moved, and a man walked in, it was Uncle Wen Zhong.

"Father, look at today's matter—" Mrs. Zhang leaned forward and asked anxiously.

Wen Zhong pondered for a while and then said: "I think that the child's father is a well-rounded man, but the child's temperament is relatively calm, and he is the eldest son. Our Qing'er is also calm and capable. It would be great if we can get married."

"It's the same way I look at it. That woman doesn't seem to be picky, and she is also smiling at us Qing'er. It should work, but——" Zhang pondered for a long time, and hesitated: "Today, Lan Lan is at the banquet. Er picks the thorn of smelling the fragrance again, these two dolls can't get along."

"You, you, you are used to it! Why can't Xiang'er and Lan'er get along so well, sisters in the same house, make people laugh."

"Hey, I've already trained Lan'er several times, but she just doesn't listen, and I don't know who to follow her temper."

"On weekdays, she is the most troublesome thing in the family. This day is getting bigger, and I don't know what to do in the future. I think, let her work hard with the eldest daughter-in-law from tomorrow, and she can't be idle anymore."

What the man said was reasonable, Mrs. Zhang didn't make any distinctions, and silently agreed.

Wen Zhong pondered for a while and then said: "A few days ago, the patriarch asked me to talk to me. I heard what he said. The rice Daoer planted this year is growing very well. Ask me what method he used to raise the seedlings."

"I went to the field to have a look in the past two days. His several acres of rice are really dense, and the ears are bigger than others; I'm thinking about asking my second child to help harvest and see how the final harvest is."

"Really? Last year their rice crops suffered. Why, this year will have a bumper harvest?"

"I was thinking about it too. I asked him today, and he said that he learned it from books. Does the book teach this?"

"Dao'er has been studying for several years, so he must have seen a lot, and we don't understand." Zhang thought about it and said: "It's a pity that luck is a little bit bad, and the old is not good."

"It's a pity." Thinking of his brother who died young, Wen Zhong also became sad: "There is no scholar in our family who can support the lintel. Da Lang is also six years old this year. Let him go to a private school after finishing his farm work, so as not to waste a lot of money." God is making trouble."

Mrs. Zhang also agreed to this, and the two chatted a few more words about family matters before turning off the lights and resting.

On the other side of the room, Wen Lan was pressing Da Lang, "Da Lang, what did you say at Wen Xiang's house today?"

"What? What do you say?"

"It's about asking Wen Xiang to come to our house for dinner!"

"Oh—" Da Lang replied, then turned his head to touch the dried meat on the kang table again.

"Ask you a question——" Wen Lan slapped Da Lang's hand away viciously.

"Hey, if you have something to say, just talk it out, don't do anything. Come on, Dalang, tell auntie, what's going on when you go to your uncle's house today?" Wen Qing couldn't help but come over to smooth things over.

"No, no, there's nothing wrong." Dalang raised his head and glanced at Wen Qing, then lowered his head, rubbing the corner of his clothes with his left hand, hesitating and hesitating for a long time.

This kind of erratic eyes, Gu Zuo said his guilty conscience, as long as he is not blind, he will know that there is something wrong.

"I think it's better to beat him up." Wen Lan rolled up her sleeves, and wanted to beat him again.

"Hey, don't, don't, wait for me, I'll come." Wen Qing hurriedly stopped his sister.

The two of them had a good meal of coercion and temptation to Da Lang, playing both soft and hard ways, and finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter:
It turned out that Da Lang went to play with Little Bawang early in the morning, and then went to Wenxiang's house with Xiaobawang and his group.

In the end, because of the bully's act of grabbing flowers by force, he forgot about it. Later, when he remembered, it was already afternoon, so he sneaked over to inform fourth uncle.

The second aunt went to the mountains, and then the fourth uncle came over first and asked Chun'er next door to tell the second aunt about coming to the house for dinner.

(End of this chapter)