The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 7 Your Lady, Luo
"Mother, this is a hen that lays eggs!"

As soon as Feng Qing'an entered the yard, he saw that his mother Yin's hand had already had a fat hen that was screaming. He couldn't help widening his eyes and screaming.

The Yin family's posture couldn't be more obvious. You must know that even if the government sent people to announce the good news that day, people from all over the world came here. Their family slaughtered most of the poultry in captivity, and if they could stay, one counted as one. They are all hens that can lay eggs.

"It's only the old hen that lays eggs that makes up for it. You son, go sit and rest for a while, and mother will cook chicken soup for you right now!"

Yin grasped the old hen that he took care of in every possible way on weekdays, raised the knife and dropped it without mercy. After bleeding, he scalded the plucked hair with boiled water, cleaned the internal organs, chopped them neatly, and threw them into the pot .

Even though there was a faint fishy smell in the air, it still did not affect the crazily secretion of body fluid in Feng Qing'an's mouth, because he could foresee that today's dinner must be rich.

"It's good that big brother is back, and I can eat meat again!"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help sighing.

In the feudal era of low productivity.I can count on my fingers the days that I can eat meat all year round, and it is remarkable to have a few drops of meat in the bowl of my usual meal.

The family is prosperous because of his brother, but don't think about it as he remembers. From morning to night, there is meat every day, and it is a bit of a luxury to be able to eat meat every now and then.

Under such circumstances, how could Feng Qing'an not be greedy?

"You glutton, don't you eat and drink too much on weekdays?"

When Yin came out of the kitchen, she happened to hear Feng Qing'an's exclamation, and immediately cursed.

"I haven't seen you kill a chicken for me on weekdays!"

Feng Qing'an muttered.

"If you can be like your brother, give me a champion and come back, I will cook chicken soup for you every day!"

"..."

Feng Qing'an shut up immediately and told him to go to the No. [-] Scholar Examination, what a joke, he knows how much he weighs, and he is thankful to be admitted to Juren.

Before the system was started, Feng Qing'an set himself the goal of raising people, and if he passed the exam, he had reached the minimum standard for being an official.

If you have connections and background, you can even be assigned to be a county magistrate in a small remote county. If you have nothing, it doesn't matter. If you have a reputation and get mixed up in the Yamen, it is not a problem to be a high-ranking small official.

This is Feng Qing'an's previous pursuit, to gain fame and fame, to be an official, to be rich and noble, and to live a safe life.

But now, Feng Qing'an doesn't know what he should set his goal for, because he hasn't figured out how much help this beast master system can give him, and how far he can go with it.

But even if he doesn't consider the system, he still only aims to raise people as before, and it seems a bit low to only seek to be a small county official. After all, when he is admitted to Juren, it doesn't matter that he has no background.

Of course, the current Feng Qing'an's desire for practice is far greater than that of the imperial examination examiners. If he can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, who would care about being an official?

"Big brother!"

A bowl of fragrant old hen soup stopped Feng Qing'an from discussing with his eldest brother about raising a dog, and the dining table was not just chicken soup. Serving it on the dining table is a feast for Feng Qing'an.

"Eat slowly, this is for your elder brother, your elder brother is hungry after so many days away!"

"Mom, don't worry about it. My elder brother rushed to the exam all the way, so he didn't know how many delicacies he tasted. Look, he has gained a lot of weight."

Feng Qing'an opened his mouth as soon as he came, and Yin's slap fell on the back of his head naturally, but it didn't delay Feng Qing'an's cooking.

But while eating the broth stewed by the old hen, Feng Qing'an suddenly thought of something, and asked with a gossip face:
"Brother, you are the only six-yuan champion since the founding of the Jin Dynasty. I heard that after you won the champion, you will parade around the capital. How about the sachet? How about it? Is there any noble girl who makes the big brother fall in love with?"

Hearing what Feng Qing'an said, even Feng Shouli, who was eating honestly beside him, couldn't help pricking up his ears, let alone Yin's, looking at his eldest son with eyes full of expectation at this moment.

The reason why she listened to her youngest son's suggestion and rejected all matchmakers' offers of marriage was because she hoped that her son would really be able to match a certain noble daughter. Wouldn't this be a hundred times better than the daughters of those wealthy landlords?
"..."

Being watched collectively by his family, Feng Qingping's expression froze, and he gave Feng Qing'an a helpless look,
"An Di!"

"Brother, just say yes or no? We won't ask if there are too many, anyway, you are still young, don't worry!"

Feng Qing'an laughed.

"……Have!"

Feng Qingping read the books of sages, so he naturally disdained to deceive his family with lies. After a moment of silence, he gave an answer that made everyone feel happy and surprised.

"Hey, whose daughter in the capital are you looking at?"

Yin's heart felt like being scratched by a cat's paw, and she couldn't help asking.

Although the eldest son is under 14 years old, but he has reached the age to get married, as a mother, how can he not care about this matter?

"Mother, you haven't been to the capital yet, and my eldest brother told you, you also have black eyes, and you don't know anything!"

Before Feng Qingping could speak, Feng Qingan interrupted from the side, and then Yin Shi gave her a hard look.

"Father, mother, Andy, I and Luo... that young lady are just getting in touch, and it's too early to talk about marriage. If we can really become husband and wife, I won't hide it from my parents."

When talking about the noble girl in the capital, Feng Qingping's expression was very complicated, and he even hesitated to call her.

"makes sense!"

Hearing what her son said, although Yin was extremely curious, she knew it was not good to continue asking.

Moreover, her heart was very empty, she had no confidence, and even felt a little guilty.

Because since ancient times, people have paid attention to the right family, but her son is looking for a noble girl in the capital. Humanly speaking, the Yin family does not think that the eldest son will be inferior to anyone else, but when it comes to background, it is completely a drag, and it cannot be given to this person. A good son to provide even a little help.

"Hey, you..."

Even Feng Shouli, who was at the side, was hesitant to speak at the moment. In his heart, being able to marry the daughters of those country gentry and landlords was a dream and a fulfilling life.

But he also knows that the daughters of these people are not worthy of his such an outstanding eldest son, but the princely and noble daughters his son likes really make him feel guilty for the farmer who is digging in the fields, just thinking about it , I feel a little restless.

What is his virtue and ability to be able to marry those nobles in the capital? He wanted to make his son give up and choose a daughter from a wealthy family. How can he make a decision for his son who is admitted to the top prize.

(End of this chapter)