Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 39
"Father, it's not that there are no women there. Don't all the female relatives of Du Youtai's family work there." Du Fanghua pouted, with a look of indifference.

"Little sister, they probably also help out in the back kitchen. How can you do those rough jobs." Du Qin also expressed disapproval.

Du Changqing had a big heart, and after confirming that a pair of children had no spiritual roots, he raised them in another direction.

The son hopes to be able to pursue an official career, while the daughter wants to be cultivated to be a lady of the family. Even if she cannot marry into a noble family, it would be good to marry into some rich family. Maybe she can help her elder brother in the future.

So even though she was born in a rural area, Du Fanghua never touched the spring water with her ten fingers.

When other girls were helping their parents with farming, she was doing xueqin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and when other girls were doing housework, she was learning embroidery or flower arranging.

But the effect is indeed obvious. Standing with many girls in the same village, she does look like a lady from everyone.

It's a pity that temperament is not something that can be cultivated casually, one comes from subtle influence, and the other comes from professional training.

Although Du Changqing's family is hereditary Lizheng, they can be regarded as "official households" in the village, but they are still just rural people trapped in this one-third of an acre, with limited knowledge.

Du Changqing borrowed many methods of raising his daughter from some wealthy households in the town, but most of them were nouveau riche, and he had no way of getting acquainted with wealthy households like Tianfu with aristocratic background.

This also caused Du Fanghua to be artificial, and the silk and satin all over his body still couldn't hide the rude inferiority complex in his bones.

"Father, big brother, you are so stupid, think about it, if the Yiwei Pavilion really belongs to Tianfu, then that young master will definitely go there. easy."

The father and son were stunned when they heard it, but it wasn't because of her words, but...

"Little sister, you... don't you have a crush on Master Beitang, do you?" Du Qin looked at his sister in astonishment.

Du Changqing, on the other hand, was equally astonished, but then a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Du Fanghua raised his chin, "Who am I, Du Fanghua? There is only that kind of man in the world who is worthy of me, and as long as I can marry Young Master Beitang, then my brother's future career will not matter."

Since she was a child, Du Fanghua has been instilled by her parents in the idea of ​​marrying into a wealthy family in the future, and she has already planned her future for herself.

She doesn't want any merchants, she must marry into a high-ranking family, especially an official family.

Although Beitang's family is also a merchant's family, it is different to add an imperial character in front of anything.

If she can enter the Beitang family, she is confident that she will be able to help the young master of Beitang win the title of head of the family. By then, she will be the head of the Beitang family, and everything in the Beitang family will be hers.

Du Qin's mouth was opened wide by what she said, but he quickly realized that a beam of light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Yes, why didn't he think of it before.

"Oh, it's my little sister, you're so excited. Dad, my little sister is right. If our family can form an marriage relationship with the Beitang family, then it will be a leap to the dragon's gate. It just so happens that this year I will be a scholar, and I have the name of the Beitang family." It's easy to do things." Du Qin hammered his palm with his fist, stomped his feet with a look of annoyance, why didn't he think of it earlier.

Du Changqing stroked the goatee, obviously very excited, but...

"Yiwei Pavilion is still not sure whether it belongs to Beitang's family, and although Du Youtai is in charge now, he also said before that he can't make decisions on many things by himself."

"Father, you are confused. Although Du Youtai is the shopkeeper of Yiwei Pavilion now, he is still a villager in Baiguo Village, and you are Lizheng, a senior official who crushes people to death. I believe he will not let you down if you speak." For your sake, it doesn't matter if it belongs to the Beitang family or not. Judging by the current momentum of Yiwei Pavilion, this family is definitely not an ordinary person, and it is very beneficial to us no matter what. As for whether Du Youtai can Make the decision, hmph, he can arrange all the family members in, I don't believe he can't arrange another female family member in."

Du Fanghua stomped her feet, raised her hand and pushed her father's shoulder a few times coquettishly.

Du Changqing was stunned by what she said, and immediately pinched his goatee and laughed loudly, "Haha, Hua'er is right, it's because Dad thought about it, okay, leave this matter to Dad. It’s time to ask them to take care of you more.”

"Yeah." Du Fanghua beamed with joy, nodded hastily, pursed her lips and smiled blushingly, as if she had anticipated a romantic encounter with someone in her heart.

At this moment, Bei Tangjun, who was flipping through the accounts, couldn't help but sneezed.

He raised his hand and rubbed his nose, and pressed his eyelids that had been twitching since the morning with two fingers, and frowned, why did he always have a bad feeling.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Guanshi Lu bowed and pushed the door in. "Master, this is an urgent message from the imperial capital."

Beitang Jun frowned, reached out to take the letter and opened it to read ten lines at a glance.

After watching it, his brows tightened even more.

People from the Central Continent are coming, and it seems that there is something big going on.

The letter is to summon the descendants of the direct line of the Beitang family to return to the imperial capital to participate in the grand ceremony as soon as possible, the purpose is nothing more than to try their luck.

No matter how high and powerful they are, they are still just ants compared to those immortal masters who are like nine heavens.

Even being favored by an immortal master as a servant is a great honor, which means that you can step into their circle and enter another higher world.

But this does not include Beitang Jun.

He doesn't have any obsession with this, if he has it, he has it, if he doesn't, he doesn't have it. When he was eight years old, he was sure that he didn't have spiritual roots, and he had already made plans for the future.

Life is not the best way to go, as long as you live wonderfully and freely, even an ordinary person can be happy as well.

If you don't live well, even if you live for 1000 years, it's just a burden.

But just because he doesn't care doesn't mean that his other brothers and sisters don't care. It seems that this time there's something exciting to watch again. Should he go back and have a look?

Speaking of such things, as Wei Sichen, he should also go back.

It's just that with that guy's nature, it might be a bit difficult for him to move now, unless the chef is taken away with him.

"Well, it seems interesting..."

Guan Lu stared at his boss stroking his chin in a black line, obviously he was very reclusive, but he smiled so sinisterly.

"By the way, boss, there is another one." Manager Lu seemed to think of something, and quickly took out a small finger-long bamboo tube from his sleeve and put it on the table.

Beitang Jun took the bamboo tube, poured out the rolled up note inside and unfolded it, and then his eyebrows that had just been stretched were furrowed again.

It's just that this time there is a little more distress and headache on the face.

There were only eight words in the letter, the imperial order was intercepted, and the princess went south.

He wasn't worried about the former, and Wei Sichen presumably didn't want to go back either. The interception of the imperial order was exactly what he wanted.

It was what happened next that really gave him a headache, no wonder his eyelids kept twitching, it turned out to be this matter, and it was really bad.

(End of this chapter)