When Dou Yacai came back from chopping firewood, her life was about to undergo a subversive change, but she was dumb and stupid and didn't realize it at all.
When Dou Yacai appeared in front of Dou Jiang, he almost fainted, but fortunately several followers supported him.
She wore coarse gray clothes and held a rusty hatchet in her hand. Aunt Seven was not very good at craftsmanship, and all the fabrics turned into shapes in her hands. Therefore, Dou Yacai had nothing to wear since she was a child.
Girls have always worn colorful clothes and skirts, and they have always worn women's clothes similar to men's clothes. Also, her hair has never been tied up like other girls, nor has she ever worn any exquisite headdress.
The aunt cut a wooden hairpin and she used it to tie up her hair.
The whole look is that of a young man.
"How old are you?" Dou Jiang asked, holding back his tears.
"Ten years old."
Dou Jiang really burst into tears now and almost beat his chest. He had completely forgotten that his daughter was born nine years ago and is only ten years old now! It would be okay if there was a scar on her face.
, but how can a nine-year-old child marry the Sixth Prince who is twenty and two years old?
Dou Jiang walked around in confusion in the dilapidated little courtyard, what to do, what to do? What to do?
"Can you read?"
"I don't know."
"Can you write?"
"I can't read."
+_+
"Do you know how to work as a female worker?"
“What is a working girl?”
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"Can you settle accounts?"
"I didn't count it."
(=@__@=)
"what can you do?"
Dou Yacai looked at Aunt Seven who was standing next to her. Aunt Seven nodded sharply with her eyes wide open, with an expression that encouraged her to speak out bravely.
"I can chop wood, eat, wash clothes, feed pigs, sleep..."
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Dou Jiang waved his hand. At this point, he already had a rough idea of what kind of person this daughter was.
That's all, it is virtue for a woman to have no talent, and from another point of view, it can be regarded as an advantage. But Dou Yacai is far from being called a woman. At ten years old, it will take five years to reach the age of Ji Yan.
Time. (The author adds: In ancient times, women were called adults when they were 15 years old. Wow, the ancients matured early, and we didn’t become adults until we were 18)
But what should we do?
"Who are you?" Dou Jiang stared at Dou Yacai for a long time, making her feel hungry and couldn't help but ask.
"I..." Dou Jiang really didn't want to admit that this ugly and silly girl was his daughter. He motioned to his entourage to take out a bag of broken silver and handed it to Aunt Seven, "There is some silver here. Take it and treat it well."
This Dou Bean Cai."
Dou Jiang sighed and left. His sigh made Dou Yacai a little confused. What did this man mean? He came to ask her some questions, and he sighed at her as if he hated iron.
"Auntie, is this person a fool? Why did he give us money for no reason?"
"Not sure."
I really don’t know who I am, and I don’t know who I am. I shake my head here and sigh at other times.
Their voices were so loud that Dou Jiang, who had just stepped out of the courtyard door, trembled all over. He was really called a fool by a fool.
"Dou Yacai, there is too little rice. Go to the market and buy some." Before Dou Jiang walked out of the door, Aunt Seven took out some broken pieces from the bag of silver and handed them to Dou Jiang.
"What to do?"
"eat."
"Oh, okay." Dou Yacai took the little bit of silver given by Aunt Seven and walked past Dou Jiang and the guards without even looking at them, and skipped to the market.
Dou Jiang immediately wanted to faint. Bean sprouts? When did his last name become connected with the word "dou"?