"You are very good at calculating. I think you are just greedy for other people's skills. And you are just guessing that she may not have such serious thoughts. Maybe she is just grateful to Wen'er, so she is generous."
"Simple thanks? Ten gold bahts. Have you been used to spending a lot of money these years? I wonder how much this is? Our parents will never be able to save so much in most of our lives."
"It is indeed a lot, but they are not necessarily waiting for our family Wen'er to grow up as you said. Doesn't she have a daughter? Even if it is what you said, it is more likely to like Zhong Wen'er.
Be her son-in-law."
At this time, Feng Zichuan reacted, broke away from his wife's deliberate guidance, and saw through his wife's plot at a glance.
"I don't think she has an idea for our family, but you have fallen in love with her body."
"Don't you think she can do it?"
"What do I think? I only have eyes for you."
Feng Zichuan swore firmly and spoke forcefully. Would he step into such a pitiful question? Just kidding.
"Don't make trouble, I'm talking to you about business."
Yu Huilian's voice complained, but there was a faint smile in her words.
"I still think the age difference is too big."
"Hey, man, you just want to find a small one for Wen'er?"
"It doesn't matter how old you are, but this is too big."
"What do you know? When Wen'er reaches the age of marriage, shopkeeper Wen will be in his prime, the most fertile age. At that time, there will be basically no danger in getting pregnant and having children."
"What do you think of those wealthy families in Xuefu City?"
At this moment, Feng Zichuan finally understood his wife's thoughts. When he was studying in Fucheng, he heard about many such things and met some related people.
The inheritance of incense is the most important thing in a wealthy family. Even if a rich family gives birth to a child, the risk they take is no less than that of a poor family. They still have to go through the gate of hell. If something goes wrong, it will kill two people.
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Therefore, some wealthy families look for widows who have given birth to children. Because they have experience, the risks they need to bear are minimized. If the family is well-off and well-educated, that is even better. Even if they have three letters and six appointments, and they marry well,
Granting status is also negotiable.
"What? Those aristocratic families can do it, but our Feng family can't?"
"No, it's too early. Let's wait until Wen'er reaches the age to get married!"
Feng Zichuan was a little dumbfounded, and still felt it was a bit outrageous, but he was vaguely moved.
"What's early? It's too late to prepare when things are about to happen! When Wen'er grows up, the day lilies will be cold by then. What if shopkeeper Wen really doesn't have the intention and marries someone else?
Where can I find someone like her then?"
"At this time, you are worried that others are not interested."
Feng Zichuan joked.
"You heartless person, if you succeed by then, won't you continue to be the incense of your Feng family?"
"I just think it's too early to say anything."
"Then you don't have to worry about it, I'll make the arrangements."
"Don't mess around!"
"When have I ever messed around?"
"That's true."
Feng Zichuan was very relieved about his wife, but after a moment of silence, he couldn't help but bring up another thing that had been bothering him for a long time.
"Huilian, when do you think we will make it clear to our parents and Wen'er that we have to pretend to be poor every time we go home? Why bother?"
"If you are not afraid of having your legs broken by your father, you can go ahead and say it now."
"My father won't necessarily beat me, right?"
Feng Zichuan's tone was full of uncertainty and a bit guilty.
"My parents sold nearly half of their belongings and bought us a shop in Fucheng, so that you could study peacefully in the academy without having to worry about food and clothing during the weekdays. But now you haven't passed the exam either
He is a scholar, but he is rich. What do you think my father thinks?"
"Maybe you'll compliment me?"
"Then go tell your parents now!"
"Forget it, forget it, let's wait until I get admitted as a scholar before confessing."
Feng Zichuan recalled his father. The old man never paid much attention to money, and he despised businessmen who pursued profits regardless of morality.
"You know, but you still ask."
Yu Huilian didn't want to talk to her husband.
"We enjoy happiness in Fucheng, but two old people live in this shabby house in the village. I really feel uneasy!"
"If you don't feel at ease, study hard and become a scholar. When the time comes, tell your parents directly, and then build a big house in this village with three entrances and three exits."
"...Okay, when I go back after the New Year, I will review my lessons carefully."
"This is what you said. When the time comes, I will instruct all the shopkeepers under me. If anyone dares to let you touch any business matters again, I will break his legs."
"Okay, you make the decision anyway."
In the bedroom that was only separated by a wall, Feng Bingwen turned over. Although he had not acquired any magical powers related to hearing, with his current body and only a wall separating him, there was really no obstacle to him.
He listened to every word of the conversation between his parents. For his far-sighted mother, who even thought about safely holding her grandson, Feng Bingwen could only wrap up his quilt tightly and sleep silently.
What can he say?
Mom, don’t I lust after Sister Wen?
Nonsense!
Can his mother listen to him?
From what his father and mother said, it seemed that he had started a great business in Fucheng with the money given by the two old men as starting capital. The key was his father's attitude, everything seemed to be led by his mother.
If you can listen to the opinions of a child with a character and perspective developed through such a unique experience, it would be really crazy.
"sleep!"
Feng Bingwen held his breath and concentrated. At this moment, he just wanted to sleep. Oh, no, there was something he forgot to do.
"Book of Heaven!"
Billions of rays of light bloomed, and the heavenly book appeared. The ancient pages of the book were opened, and the ancient seal script, which I didn't recognize a word of but could understand, was revealed.
Name: Feng Bingwen
Good deeds: Qi Bai Lu Shi Ba (768)
Evil deeds: Three Hundred and Sixty Nine (369)
In the past month or so, without any active action, his good deeds have increased by more than 200, all of which were provided to him by the gangsters he had educated. Under the influence of cause and effect, everything they did
Every good deed has its own cause and effect.
As for the increase in evil deeds, there is even less, but it is only a single-digit change in three points, which can be basically ignored. People are not saints. Even if they intend to do good, they will make some mistakes unintentionally, which is harmless.
"With my current strength, I should be able to give it a try."
Feng Bingwen's mind was fixed on the small amount of evil deeds in the book, which were not even a fraction of the good deeds he had consumed, and he was silently thinking in his heart.
"Book of Heaven, I am willing to bear the bad karma and suffer the calamity I deserve!"