The story of a farmer's fierce wife

Chapter 133 The Son-in-Law Candidate Zhao Qian (3)
As for the marriage, she still had to pick and choose carefully, lest her husband and son complain that she didn't find a virtuous and long-lasting heir when she got to the bottom.

Zhao Qian himself is not in a hurry. Although he didn't expect to win the election and be listed as a son-in-law, he still wants to find a capable and virtuous woman who can have a common topic to spend his life with. It's just that it's too far away now. It's far away, and now he is worried, and his gray hair is about to grow out, just because there is no food at home.

"Oh, what should I do?" The young man sighed, sat down on the chair, and muttered: "It is said that there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and the golden house in the book, but the reality is too cruel. Sometimes, books may not be useful.”

The young man was only wearing a lake blue dress that was old and not old. He was not very handsome, but he was also very gentle, with warm eyes and brows, but a ray of sadness between his brows ruined this beauty.

"Qian'er, what are you doing? Why don't you study anymore?" Mrs. Liu has gray hair, but she is in good spirits, and her eyes are full of kindness when she looks at her grandson.

Zhao Qian hurriedly got up and helped the old lady, "Grandma, I'm wondering if I should find a job first, it will help me to have practical experience when writing articles, and such articles will be appreciated by adults who want to work hard."

Mrs. Liu frowned, "You are a scholar, what can you do when you go out? Besides, the rent paid by our tenant farmers can't feed us, so we can't worry about it. The important thing is to read your books safely. "

Zhao Qian was upset, but the other party was his grandma, so he didn't make a long speech, so he could only say slowly: "Grandma, if I can become an official in the court in the future, do you want me to be a practical official or just give orders blindly?" official?"

The old lady likes to hear this. Even if this has not happened yet, her grandson has not yet entered the court as an official, but it is true that the old man likes to hear good things, so he opened his mouth and said: "Naturally, it is a practical official, so that people Praise, grandma has always hoped that you can be a good official who loves the people, but you can't be a corrupt official, otherwise I won't be able to forgive you even if I get to the bottom."

Zhao Qian smiled and nodded, thinking like this, very good, "Since grandma is so wronged, if I am inexperienced, I can only speak orally, but I can't do it, do you think the people below will convince me by then?"

He looked at the old lady Liu sincerely and innocently, but he turned the old lady's questions away. After all, she was a woman, and the farthest she went was only to the town. She had never been in contact with officialdom, and her vision was limited. Knowing this, I was a little hesitant.

Zhao Qian decided to add fuel to the fire, and made the words more serious, "Grandma, if the people below don't believe me, how can I be the master of the people in the future? Maybe I will lose my official position because of ineffective governance. It’s not sure if it’s fate.”

Mrs. Liu was really frightened, her expression was uneasy, her pale face was scarier than the loss of her husband and son, she firmly grasped her grandson's hand, like a drowning person grasping at a life-saving straw, trembling She pursed her lips and said, "Is it really that serious?"

Zhao Qian nodded. Although he felt guilty, there was nothing he could do about it. If he didn't find a way out now, if he didn't find a job for himself, he would die before the exam. It's not his style that the gains outweigh the losses. .

"Then...then let's find a job first and get used to it first." Mrs. Liu is straightforward, she is absolutely unambiguous in this matter, otherwise how could she suppress the Zhao family members back then.

Zhao Qian achieved his goal, and said a few more words of comfort. The old man was still a little scared, frightened by his words, and felt very ashamed.

After sending the old man to rest, he walked out of the house by himself, and went to the head of the Zhao family and his uncle. He is not Mr. Jingjie. For five buckets of rice, his small waist should be bent as much as possible, and it is easy to break him I still understand.

(End of this chapter)