Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me

Shen Nian thought about what he lacked, and felt sad in his heart. He planned to start a career seriously to make money, and said angrily: "Let's sign an agreement."

"Okay." Xiao Zhi said.

The agreement was made in duplicate, with both parties signing each other's names.

Shen Nian carefully put away the agreement, his face full of joy.

This is something that can buy a big house, so it must be put away.

Xiao Zhi looked at the round words on the paper and raised the corners of his mouth.

Madam's words were as lovely as he remembered.

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When Shen Nian returned home, he took out the cooperation agreement and showed it to his family.

"Young Master Xiao only wants 10%?" Shen Er looked in disbelief. Even a farmer like him knew that this tung oil could make a lot of money, so that Young Master couldn't help but see it.

Why does he only want this?

"I'm not short of money." Shen Nian replied.

Li Xiuniang and others: "..." Is it true that there is no shortage of money or something?

Seeing the strange expressions on his family's face, Shen Nian curled his lips and said, "10% is not a lot."

"Dad, why build a workshop?"

Shen Er's attention was diverted, he thought for a moment and said: "The road has not been repaired yet, I'm afraid it will take some time to build it."

Shen Nian: "...the work in the workshop can be postponed, but the nuts on the mountain cannot be left dry."

"Your father and I have discussed that we will hire villagers to go up the mountain to pick fruits tomorrow." Li Xiuniang said.

Seeing that her parents knew what was going on, Shen Nian simply let them do it themselves.

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Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The roads in Zhuxi Village were repaired, and the villagers began to build workshops.

In the past, at this time, every household was worried about how to survive the winter, but this year is different. People are needed to build workshops, and money is made every day. Everyone has smiles on their faces.

"Go to work?"

"You know what I'm asking, why don't you go to work?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not happy yet, I'm happy."

"Okay, okay, do whatever you want."

When the tung oil workshop in the village was in full swing, something went wrong again between the old Mr. Gao and Gao Yuehong, who had just returned from her parents' home.

On this day, someone came to the Shen family.

He has a round face, thin eyebrows and big eyes, protruding cheekbones, thin lips, and a pimpled mane. He seems to be about forty or fifty years old.

The attire is the standard matchmaker appearance.

Mr. Gao was the first to speak, "Have you found the right person?"

The woman smiled brightly and said, "You can't come if you don't find me?"

"I know all your requirements. The bride price is large, and nothing else is important... No, I will come as soon as there is any news."

Those who ask for things like Lao Gao are actually the easiest to handle.

It’s not just asking for money, it’s simple.

Seeing the matchmaker's pretense, Lao Gao knew that this was a master who would not let go of the rabbit before he saw the hawk, so he stuffed him with twenty coins.

"You can talk about it, don't worry, if it can really happen, it will be your benefit."

The matchmaker felt that Mr. Gao was sending the beggar away and was very unhappy.

No matter how unhappy you are, you still need to maintain customers.

"Now I have three people who meet your requirements. One is from the mountains and wants to buy a wife for four taels. The other is a scholar from the county, but this scholar is not in good health. His mother wants to find a wife for him. To celebrate the occasion, the bride price is eighty taels, and the last one is a Yuanwailang from the next county, who is willing to pay thirty taels."

Old Mr. Gao didn't pay attention to anything else. His mind was occupied by the last thirty taels.

"Is that foreign minister really willing to pay thirty taels?" she asked with bright eyes.

"Can I still lie to you?" The matchmaker lowered her face.

What she didn't say was that this man was over fifty and had more than a dozen concubines, all of whom were short-lived.

Within half a year after entering the house, everyone was gone.

"...I'm just asking." Old Mrs. Gao quickly replied, "I think this is suitable. I would also like to ask you to help me make an agreement."

The matchmaker was happy when he heard this, and his face was full of joy, "Sure, don't worry, I promise to make this happen for you."

After the agreement was reached, Mr. Gao sent the person out.

Shen Rou and Shen Jing walked towards each other.

The matchmaker has a sharp eye, and he can obviously see that the two girls have different qualities, but they are a bit rough.

She focused on the older one. He had a soft appearance and a pair of beautiful eyes. He was a little timid and shy when he wanted to speak. He had a look that older men liked.

For a time, I became more confident in promoting this marriage.

With this appearance, if the deal goes through, she can get a lot of benefits.

"Go away, don't look at my sister like that." Shen Jing saw the way this man looked at her sister...as if he was looking at an object for sale, and said angrily like a firecracker.

The matchmaker looked unhappy.

Old Mrs. Gao was afraid that she would be angry, so she slapped Shen Jing, "Damn girl, how did your mother teach you? What are your rules? Don't eat at night..."

When Shen Rou saw her sister being beaten, she quickly put down the basket in her hand and touched Shen Jing's face worriedly.

"Sister Jing, are you okay? Can you hear?"

"...It's okay." Shen Jing's face was burning, and she stared at Old Gao with anger.

"Why do you hit me? What did I say wrong? This man looked at my sister with evil intentions, but I can't say anything anymore? Why!"

Shen Rou also felt uncomfortable with the look in the matchmaker's eyes, but she was soft-tempered and didn't want her sister to have a conflict with the old lady, so she hurriedly advised, "Sister Jing, stop talking."

Shen Jing had a fiery temper and said with a pinched neck, "I don't."

Mrs. Gao was so angry that she was humiliated by the two girls in front of the matchmaker.

He grabbed the broom and hit Shen Jing.

"Damn girl, I asked you to talk too much. The elders are doing the talking, so you have no right to speak. You are a bastard who was born without a mother..."

Although Shen Jing has the temperament of a little pepper, she does not dare to take the risk of serious disapproval. When faced with the beatings and scoldings of her elders, she only dares to avoid them but does not dare to fight back.

"Brother, stop beating." Shen Rou cried and begged, trembling with fear, but still firmly protecting her sister.

When Shen Jing saw her sister being beaten several times, she was even more anxious than being beaten herself.

"If you want to hit me, hit me. Don't touch my sister."

The two sisters were beaten and injured, and they looked so pitiful while protecting each other.

When the matchmaker saw that Old Gao's broom hit Shen Rou's cheek, and a red mark appeared on the eldest girl's beautiful face, she frowned and said, "Don't hurt her."

It’s worthless if it’s broken!

Old Mrs. Gao understood her hidden meaning, threw the broom and said in a commanding tone: "Go and apply some medicine."

The eyes that glanced at Shen Rou were filled with distress, of course for the thirty taels that had not yet been obtained.

Hatred surged in Shen Jing's heart, and she said coldly: "Where did you get the medicine? We are cheap and cannot afford the medicine."

After that, he pulled Shen Rou back to the third room courtyard with a cold face.

Walking to the courtyard of Sanfang, Shen Jing felt something was wrong and told Shen Rou, "Sister, please be careful during this period. Don't go out alone. She must have bad intentions. Please be careful."

Shen Rou smiled and said, "I will."

Seeing that Shen Jing still looked worried, she added, "I'll call you when I get out. Don't worry, I'll be careful."

After hearing this, Shen Jing's face became better.

You can never go too far wrong.

She really couldn't believe the old lady's character.