Chapter 7: Lady Luo
"Mom, this is a hen that lays eggs!"
As soon as Feng
The Yin family's attitude could not be more obvious. You have to know that even if the government sent someone to announce the good news that day, people from all over the place would come. Their family slaughtered most of the poultry in the pen, and those that were left behind were all counted as hens that could lay eggs.
"Only old hens that lay eggs are good for you. Pig, go sit down and rest for a while. I'll make you some chicken soup right away!"
Yin grabbed the old hen, whom she took meticulous care of on a daily basis, and chopped it off without mercy. After bleeding it, she used boiling water to scald the feathers, cleaned the internal organs, chopped it up neatly, and threw it into the pot.
Even though there was a faint fishy smell in the air, it did not affect the crazy secretion of saliva in Feng Qing'an's mouth, because he could foresee that today's dinner would be sumptuous.
"It's good to have big brother back. We can eat meat again!"
Feng Qingan couldn't help but sigh.
In the feudal era when productivity was low, the number of days when people could eat meat could be counted on one's fingers, and it was considered a great achievement to have a few drops of oil and meat in the bowl.
The family became prosperous because of his brother, but don't expect it to be like what he remembers, with meat at every meal from morning to night. Eating meat every few days is a bit of a luxury.
In this situation, how could Feng Qingan not be greedy?
"You glutton, you don't eat or drink enough on a normal day, do you?"
Yin came out of the kitchen and happened to hear Feng Qingan's sigh, and immediately cursed.
"I've never seen you kill a chicken for me on weekdays!"
Feng Qingan muttered.
"If you can be like your brother and get the top score in the imperial examination, I will make chicken soup for you every day!"
“…”
There was no point in talking to Feng Qing'an, as he immediately shut up. Asking him to take the imperial examination was a joke. He knew his own worth very well, and he should be thankful if he could pass.
Before the system was turned on, Feng Qing'an set himself the goal of becoming a juren. If he passed the examination, he would have reached the minimum standard for becoming an official.
If one has connections and background, one can even be assigned to be a county magistrate in a remote county. If one has nothing else, it doesn't matter either. With the title of a juren, one can easily get into the yamen and become a minor official of a high rank.
This was Feng Qing’an’s previous pursuit, to gain fame, become an official, become a little rich and noble, and live a peaceful life.
And now, Feng Qing'an doesn't know what his goal should be, because he hasn't figured out how much help the Beastmaster System can give him , and how far he can go with it.
But even if he didn't consider the system, he still only aimed to become a juren as before. It seemed a bit too low to just seek to be a minor official in a county. After all, when he passed the exam and became a juren, it would no longer be considered that he had no connections or background.
Of course, Feng Qing'an's current desire for spiritual practice is far greater than that for the imperial examination examiner. If he could really fly into the sky and hide underground, then who would want to be an official? Traveling the vast ocean in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, wouldn't that be free and easy?
“Brother!”
A bowl of fragrant old hen soup stopped Feng Qing'an from discussing dog raising with his elder brother. And there was more than just chicken soup on the table. On the day when the eldest son returned home, Yin wanted to serve all the good things in the house to Feng Qing'an.
"Eat slowly, this is for your elder brother. He must be hungry after being away for so many days!"
"Mom, please don't worry about it. My elder brother must have tasted so many delicious foods on his way to the exam. Look, he has gained a lot of weight."
Feng Qingan opened his mouth and naturally received a slap from Yin on the back of his head, but this did not delay Feng Qingan from eating.
However, while eating the broth stewed with old hens, Feng Qingan suddenly thought of something and asked with a curious look on his face:
"Brother, you are the only top scholar in the Jin Dynasty who has won the first place in the imperial examination. I heard that after winning the first place, you will be paraded through the streets. After parading around the capital, you must have received a lot of perfume bags ! How is it? Is there any noble lady that you are attracted to?"
Hearing what Feng Qing'an said, even Feng Shouli, who was eating quietly at the side, couldn't help but prick up his ears. As for Yin, not to mention her, she was looking at her eldest son with expectant eyes.
The reason why she listened to her youngest son's advice and rejected all matchmakers' proposals was because she hoped that her son could really be favored by a prince or noble lady. Isn't that a hundred times or a thousand times better than the daughters of those wealthy landlords?
“…”
Being stared at by his family, Feng Qingping's expression froze, and he looked at Feng Qingan helplessly.
"An Di!"
"Brother, just tell me whether you have it or not. We won't ask more. Anyway, you are still young, so there is no rush!"
Feng Qingan said with a smile.
"……have!"
Feng Qingping read the books of sages, so he naturally disdained to lie to his family. After a moment's silence, he gave an answer that made everyone happy and surprised.
"Zhi'er, whose daughter in the capital are you interested in?"
Yin's heart felt like it was scratched by a cat's claws, and she couldn't help but ask.
Although the eldest son is not yet fourteen years old, he is already old enough to get married. As a mother, how can I not care about this matter?
"Mom, you have never been to the capital. Even if my elder brother told you, you would still be completely in the dark and would not know anything!"
Before Feng Qingping could say anything, Feng Qing'an interrupted him, and then Yin glared at him fiercely.
"Dad, Mom, Andi, Luo...that lady and I are just in the initial contact, it's too early . If we can really become husband and wife, I will not hide it from mom and dad."
When talking about the noble lady in the capital, Feng Qingping's expression was very complicated, and he was even a little hesitant about how to address her.
"makes sense!"
After hearing her son say this, Yin was extremely curious, but she knew it was not a good idea to continue asking.
Moreover, she felt very insecure and even had a bit of guilt.
Because since ancient times, people have paid attention to the matching of family backgrounds, but her son had his eyes on a noble lady in the capital. As a person, Yin didn't think that her eldest son was worse than anyone else, but in terms of background, he was a complete burden and could not provide even the slightest help to this outstanding son.
"Zi'er, you..."
Even Feng Shouli who was standing by seemed to be hesitant to speak at this moment. In his heart, being able to marry the daughters of those gentry and landlords would be what he had always dreamed of and would make his life perfect.
But he also knew that the daughters of these people were not worthy of his outstanding eldest son. However, the princess and noble lady that his son fell in love with really made him, a farmer who made a living on the fields, feel uneasy. Just thinking about it made him feel uneasy.
How could he have the honor to become relatives with the nobles in the capital? He wanted to ask his son to give up and just pick a daughter of a wealthy family. However, he also knew that with his short-sighted vision as a farmer, there was no way he could make a decision for his son who had passed the imperial examination and become the top scholar.
