Concubine's three acres of pastoral garden

Chapter 242 Dream (1)
The King of Beiliao asked curiously: "What kind of idea can be called whimsical, let me hear it."

Luo Jinxing said: "Father, although Xianglai is now in the business, she was born as a farmer. Her farming skills can be said to be unparalleled in the world, so I thought... can she be appointed as the agricultural history, and her The art of farming has flourished."

The king of Beiliao was taken aback when he heard this, and said: "There has never been a precedent for a woman to be an official in Beiliao, how can this be possible."

Luo Jinxing said: "If you are an official, you should be able to live there. Why must men and women be separated? Besides, there are female officials in some yamen. Although their positions are humble, they are contributing to the court. As agricultural history, they are also contributing to the court. , what is the difference? And if Xianglai can be the agricultural historian, she will definitely spread the rice planting technique to the Beiliao. There are many unexpected and wonderful ideas, each of which will benefit the people of Beiliao infinitely after being used."

The King of Beiliao looked at his son's eagerness and said, "You trust her so much?"

Luo Jinxing said: "These are all seen with my own eyes, so why don't you believe them?"

King Beiliao said: "But I haven't seen it before. How do I know if what you said is true or not? Maybe you just promoted her so that she can become your concubine. I think it's better to forget it."

Luo Jinxing thought for a while and said, "If the minister can convince the father of her ability, will the father agree to let her be the agricultural history?"

King Beiliao said: "I think you are unwilling to let her be your concubine, well, if you really have a way to make me appreciate her, then let her do this agricultural history."

Luo Jinxing said happily: "Thank you, Father."

The King of Beiliao waved his hand and said, "Okay, you've helped her enough today, go back and rest early."

Luo Jinxing quit.

The King of Beiliao looked at his son's back and muttered happily: "Finally, I like someone, and I have confessed to your mother..."

Besides, Xianglai didn't have time to rest when I returned to Lianfu, so I guarded Yang Mengwan's spirit for the whole night in the cold wind, even if it wasn't for acting, it was because of calling her "mother" and Yang Mengwan's love for her since we met. She should do her daughter's filial piety.

After dawn the next day, she took a short rest and then asked Xu Che to go out again, such as ritual and music teams, mourning teams, paper people, paper horses and paper houses, in short, all things related to funerals were all put in the mansion, causing a lot of trouble. Those who knew thought that the patriarch of the Lian family had passed away.

Mrs. Zhu felt angry when she saw her make arrangements for Yang Mengwan, so she brought her attendants to Laixiangju, and said to Xianglai who was burning paper money: "Miss Lian, didn't you say that you want to take Yang Mengwan out of Lian's house?" , then her funeral will be handled elsewhere, and no outsiders will be left to toss about in the mansion!"

Xianglai was hating her in her heart, but she didn't expect that she would dare to come to the door and said: "Madam Lian is really not clear-headed, you have to see clearly, I am holding a funeral at my own home, and this Laixiangju is my own. Gai, what does it have to do with your family."

Mrs. Zhu retorted: "Hmph, your house? Well, even if you built the house, the land belongs to our company. If you think this house belongs to you, move it out and don't put it in our company. on the grounds of the house."

Xianglai snorted, and said: "Huh, even Madam dare to say, move the house away? To move the house is to demolish it. You must know that this house is named by the prince, and you can also buy the things named by the prince." Dare to dismantle it? Even if you don’t take him seriously, you don’t have to be so blatant!”

Seeing that she was using Luo Jinxing's banner again, Mrs. Zhu had no choice but to say, "Okay, then let's handle your funeral, but you have to remember that Yang Mengwan won't even let her go at the gate of the family's house, and you will also go at the funeral." Let's go to the side door!"

Xianglai said: "Even if you let my mother go, my mother won't go, she has no intention of being buried in the same graveyard with someone like you!"

In the end, Mrs. Zhu left in a hurry.

When Yang Mengwan went out for the funeral, she did go through the side door of Xianglai, but Xianglai also knew that even if there was no such trouble with Lian's family, it was still not enough for Yang Mengwan to go out through the main entrance.

Yang Mengwan's grave is in a beautiful mountain valley in the north of the city. Xianglai specially asked Mr. Yinyang to show it to her. On Yang Mengwan's tombstone is written "the tomb of the first-ci Yang Mengwan, and my daughter Lian Xianglai respects it".

This time, there was no one to replace her. As a daughter, Xianglai kept watching her burial, thinking in her heart, let’s just recognize a foster mother. There is a foster father over there, and a foster mother here. It's really perfect.

A few days after Yang Mengwan's burial, Lian Xiu brazenly came to find Xianglai again, the reason was of course for money.

After the meeting, Lian Xiu was embarrassed to say it directly, and sat there pretending to be sad and asked: "Laier, your mother's funeral has been arranged."

Xiang Lai said: "They all live in the same courtyard. Don't you ask why you know it? I just burned the first seven yesterday."

Lian Xiu looked at her cold face and said, "Why do you hate me so much that you don't even want to call me father?"

Xianglai said: "Do you think I can not hate, watching my mother being forced to death, and my father is one of the accomplices."

Lian Xiudao: "Lai'er, you have wrongly blamed your father for this, and your father really didn't believe it at all, but your aunt and Gongliang's mother insisted on doing this, what can I do, your aunt is the concubine of the king , Father dare not disobey her words."

Xianglai knew that Lian Xiu was lying to herself, so she was not in the mood to give him a good look, and said: "If father feels guilty towards mother, he will go to her grave and cry a few more times, and burn a few more paper money. I think mother will know it if she knows it. Forgive you, as for your daughter, you don’t need to say anything more. She has lived just as well without being by your side since she was a child. Now that she leaves Lian’s house, she will only live a better life, and you don’t have to worry about being calculated by others. If you have nothing else to do Go back, and my daughter will not come here in the future, lest your wife find out and suspect that you are not her real husband!"

Lian Xiu heard that she was finally willing to call himself father, not only was he not angry, but he was happy, and said: "Laier, if you don't like being a father, you can leave now, it's just... it's just that you have to help father with the loan of money." Otherwise, it is really difficult for father to borrow money from other places."

Xianglai sneered and said: "Father is really good at thinking. When you want to borrow money, you just open your mouth to borrow it. When you want to doubt it, you call it and ask for a blood test. My daughter's heart is not yellow mud. You can shape it into whatever shape you want." The shape, turned back and pinched into the water to soak it back to the original appearance. The daughter has been ridiculed since she entered Lian's house. Now even the mother is gone. The daughter's heart is broken. Just say it straight, the matter of borrowing money is over, don't worry about it any more!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care whether Lian Xiu left or not, and went directly to another room.

Lian Xiu stared blankly at her back for a long time, and finally walked away awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)