The old hen was stewed over a high heat, and the soup was thick with a layer of yellow oil floating on it.

Looks greasy.

But the peasants and villagers don’t have oil and water in their stomachs, so they like greasy food.

Wang Qilin, who was about to serve the food, looked at the chicken soup and then at his mother and sisters who were busy, and hesitated.

Seeing this, Xu Da took the soup basin and poured half of the soup out, then took out the chicken legs and put them on the plate and said, "Give it to your mother and the others."

Wang Qilin's sixth sister Wang Liuqiao whispered: "There is not much soup left."

Xu Da grabbed a kettle and poured half a basin of water into it.

There was no way to fake the fried rooster, but the rooster was fried with taro, so Xu Da specially picked out some chicken pieces, and put back the chicken heads and chicken butts that Wang Lu had picked out.

Wang Qilin put his hand on his shoulder and smiled, and Xu Da winked at him again.

But the people in the village are not stupid, and they will understand what is going on as soon as they dig into the vegetables with their chopsticks.

Some people wanted to complain, but Xu Da went all out, flying with chopsticks to pick out chicken, including chicken heads and chicken butts, and the rhythm was soaring.

Seeing this, the others didn't care what to say and hurriedly grabbed it.

Early the next morning, Wang Qilin followed Wang Liuwu to the ancestral grave to burn incense on paper, and then prepared to go to Lujiazhuang to meet the girl.

Wang Lu's natal family is Lujiazhuang, and Wang Liuwu took her home twenty-seven years ago with a dowry of five kilograms of rice.

Mentioning the past, Wang Liuwu squatted on the ground and sighed: "If you want to marry Miss Lu, I'm afraid it will cost you five kilograms of copper baht."

Wang Qilin brought a basin of water and put it on the ground to wash his feet. The clear water in the basin fluctuated in a trance, and he was in a trance for a moment.

The clear water in the basin reflected an ordinary face of a young man.

But when he went to Earth in his dream, he saw several similar faces on TV, in books and newspapers. Some of the owners of those faces were named Yang Guo, some were named Xiang Shaolong, and some were named Gu Zai.

This makes him feel briefly confused every time he sees himself.

Zhuang Zhou was confused like a butterfly in his dream.

Could it be that they are his past and future lives?

Xu Da came over and snatched the basin and wiped his face randomly: "Why does the water here have a smell?"

Wang Qilin said: "Maybe it's because this is a footbath."

Xie Toad, who was gargling his mouth, spat out a mouthful of salt water.

There are only two villages separated between Lujiazhuang and Dawang Village, not far away.

The specific name of Mr. Lu has been forgotten. Their ancestors have always been very wealthy, and half of the land in Lujiazhuang belongs to their family, so every head of their family is called Mr. Lu.

Among the thatched houses in the village, the blue brick and red tile courtyard of the rich man's family is particularly grand. Like the wealthy families in the county, their family also has a butler.

Wang Liuwu went to knock on the door. The butler wearing a square scarf recognized him, then looked at Wang Qilin from head to toe and said, "Are you the young man from Dawang Village who entered Tingtian Prison and became a wandering star?"

Wang Qilin said: "Xiaoyin."

The housekeeper didn't understand what he meant: "Huh?"

Wang Liuwu said with a habitual smile: "My son is no longer a wandering star now, he was promoted to a small seal!"

The tone should be emphasized at the end.

You Xing and Lux ​​are just like the yamen servants in the yamen. They are not considered officials, but at most they are subordinate staff.

But the ones above Xiaoyin are official officials, among which Xiaoyin is the ninth rank. This official position sounds small, but it is enough to move around the county, let alone the countryside.

The administration of officials in the New Han Dynasty was strict, and those who dared to assume official positions were severely punished.

So the housekeeper had no doubts and hurriedly bent down to invite them in. He quickly ran to inform his master.

Wang Qilin was about to walk in.

The half-open door creaked slowly open, and the threshold shook.

The wind blowing in brought with it a chilly air that had never been felt along the way.

He immediately turned around cautiously.

Found nothing.

At this time, the butler ran back with a groan, and extended his hand to greet me very politely: "Master, please come in and sit down and have a rest. Our master is chopping firewood, and he will come out after wiping his handle!"

The landowners in the village are like this. During the busy farming season, they have to work in the fields themselves.

The father and son went to the living room, and soon, Mr. Lu, who was not tall but had a strong and sturdy body, came in in a hurry.

He was about to speak when a woman's voice came from behind him: "Wang Liuwu, your son is an official? Is this true? You're not here to make me and my wife happy, are you?"

Wang Liuwu stood up in a hurry: "Don't dare."

When Wang Qilin met Mr. Lu for the first time, he was disappointed when he saw his short figure, small eyes and big mouth.

If the father is so ugly, if the daughter wants to be beautiful, how beautiful is the mother?

He looked hopefully behind Mr. Lu, and then a tall old lady came out.

With broad shoulders, a bold mind, a thick waist and wild facial features, Wang Qilin really wanted to stand up on the spot and clasp his fists and say: Goodbye.

No wonder his father got up quickly to respond when someone asked him a question. He was afraid that he would be dissatisfied if he gave a late answer, and a fist would turn his small intestine into a bitter one.

Wang Liuwu seemed to know what his son was thinking, and he whispered: "Don't worry, I have asked about it. Miss Lu is a great beauty, and she likes to dance and play with pen and ink. She went to the county lantern festival during the Lantern Festival this year, and she was fascinated for two times.

A scholar is back."

Wang Qilin's face straightened: "Father, where are you thinking? What a son looks for when seeking a wife is his character. His appearance and figure are all gone in a blink of an eye, and his beauty turns into withered bones in an instant. How can I not understand this?"

Mr. Lu and his wife sat down, and then their eyes began to scan Wang Qilin like radar.

I want to sweep from south to north, and I want to sweep from white to black.

Maybe it was an illusion, but Wang Qilin felt that her eyes were narrowed.

The bridesmaids are not like good men!

Rich Man Lu was a man who had seen the world. He did not mention the marriage of his children directly. Instead, he drank tea and talked about farm work with Wang Liuwu.

The atmosphere relaxed as they chatted. The rich man's wife rolled her eyes as if she was dissatisfied, covered her mouth with a handkerchief and said, "You two are just chatting about work in the fields, shouldn't you also talk about the life-long events of your children?"

Wang Qilin vaguely heard a sound of retching outside the door.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, Rich Man Lu called him and said, "What Madam said is absolutely true. I have neglected Mr. Wang. In this case, Madam, you can take Yuan'er out to meet Mr. Wang and let them young people have a chat."

"

The exciting moment has arrived.

Wang Qilin raised his teacup to drink water, using the lid of the teacup to cover his eyes.

The rich man's wife entered the inner house and came out quickly. Behind her was a young girl wearing a red and white dress.

This girl is not very beautiful, but she has delicate features, pink cheeks, and a shy smile between her eyes. She does look like a lady, Nozomi Aso.

Then under his affectionate gaze, the girl stood at the door with her hands lowered, and a short and fat girl came in.

The rich man Lu plus the rich man's wife divided by two, this is Wang Qilin's impression of the girl behind him.

No introduction is needed, it is obvious who the real owner is.

Wang Liuwusheng swallowed his saliva, and then whispered: "Son, our ancestors said that cheap children and ugly girls are easy to raise, and crooked melons and split jujubes are delicious. This Miss Lu family is ugly..."

At this time, Miss Lu sat shyly across from them. Wang Qilin hurriedly whispered to his father: "Dad, it doesn't matter whether you are ugly or not. The main thing is that I like dry bones. This one has too much meat!"

The wind blew at the door, and two laughter drifted in in a daze.

The laughter sounded like someone was squeezing their throat.

But the yard outside was empty, absolutely no one!

But this was not his illusion. Wang Liuwu, Rich Man Lu and the pretty maid all subconsciously looked outside.

Wang Qilin subconsciously walked out, but the rich man's wife misunderstood his meaning: "Stop! Where do you want to run after you entered my house?"

Several people were stunned, and the rich man's wife hurriedly changed her words: "What's wrong, you want to run away without saying a word? You don't like my daughter? After you become an official, you despise my daughter for being ugly? Ha, man!"

She couldn't stop as soon as she started speaking: "Don't I understand you men? You all like young and beautiful girls. Yes, my daughter is not beautiful. If you want a beautiful one, go find General Huang's granddaughter!"

"But let me remind you, if you want to marry the Huang family's granddaughter, you must hurry up. She was haunted by a ghost and killed several people in the family. If you go late, I'm afraid you will have to marry a ghost..."

Hearing this, Rich Man Lu's expression changed drastically: "Shut up! Why do you, a bitch, dare to say anything? Shut up!"

Miss Lu was shocked by her mother's words. She quickly ate two apples and a piece of cookie to calm her shock: "Mom, stop talking, people are scared."
Chapter completed!