Chapter 1422 – Earthquake in the Live Stream (Part 14)
As a dedicated stowaway non-money viewer of the live stream, the woman occasionally daydreamed about crossing over to another world.
If she were lucky enough to cross over, what would she do?
Would she just go with the flow, act like a refined noblewoman, and soak in the authentic ancient vibes?
Or would she break the mold, let loose, and flaunt her modern woman’s flair in the strict moral codes of ancient times?
Or perhaps would she study literature and martial arts, imitating a streamer, becoming a female hero who doesn’t lag behind men, casually waving her hand while enemies turn to ash amidst laughter?
However, no amount of imagination or daydreaming could replace the awkwardness and tension of being on stage herself.
Even if this crossover lasted only twelve hours, she didn’t want to lose her image as a crossover Mary Sue in front of five million stowaway non-money viewers!!!
【Picking at my feet while eating】: Don’t panic, Empress of the Mountain Spirit, believe you are the cutest!
【Little Gray Round Ball】: Hypnotize yourself into thinking you’re a streamer with a 2.8-meter aura, what do Feng Ren and Dou Xi even count as?
The woman couldn’t help but twitch her mouth; she wanted to calm down too, but the barrage of comments in the live stream was too distracting—one slip and she lost her focus.
She couldn’t imagine how Jiang Pengji managed to completely ignore the barrage of silly comments!
I can’t do it!
She wasn’t an actress; her ability to manage her emotions was only average.
While she might not wear all her emotions on her face, she definitely didn’t reach the level of showing no emotion at all.
With no self-awareness, outsiders noted the subtle expressions on her face.
Sorrow, surprise, fear, hesitation… various emotions flickered by.
Feng Ren: “…”
Is this the wife of Dou Xi?
Dou Xi looked at his wife with surprise and concern, but lacking any criticism or displeasure.
This clearly showed that the relationship between Dou Xi and his wife was quite good.
“Mr. Feng, this is my humble wife.”
Dou Xi smiled and stepped forward to take the woman’s hand, which froze for a moment, as if her fingers wished to pull back.
Dou Xi was puzzled but didn’t let her pull away, as it would make it awkward in front of Feng Ren.
“When my wife was in her boudoir, she greatly admired your talents. Now that she hears you are visiting, she must be overjoyed.”
Hearing that her idol, whom she had admired for years, had come to visit, it was only natural for a fan to act out of line in her excitement.
Feng Ren smiled and said, “I recently saw that your household is exceptionally well-organized. It seems that your lady manages things very well.”
The woman somewhat stiffly acknowledged the compliment, her cheeks flushing as she awkwardly replied, “This humble woman doesn’t dare accept such flattery, sir.”
To outsiders, her reaction perfectly matched Dou Xi’s previous remarks.
The awkward atmosphere immediately eased up quite a bit.
After sitting down, the woman still had a flushed face and didn’t dare to look up at anyone.
【Zhang Jike’s Table Tennis Ball】: Just now, I was so nervous for her! Now that she’s gotten through this, the next parts should be easier, right?
【Stowaway Non-Money】: Empress of the Mountain Spirit’s acting is pretty good!
Little did they know, the woman was secretly crying inside.
She was truly scared and worried just now!
Faced with completely unfamiliar surroundings and people, her heart felt like it was in her throat, yet she could only grit her teeth and hold on.
The woman’s anxiety and awkwardness certainly didn’t escape the eyes of Dou Xi and Feng Ren. Fortunately, both were gentlemen and currently focused on matters other than her, so they didn’t engage with her.
Dou Xi had no idea about Feng Ren’s intentions, but the woman holding the script knew very well.
Feng Ren was here to test Dou Xi’s abilities, and if Dou Xi met the criteria, he would soon be appointed.
The woman tried her best to maintain a proper sitting posture, secretly admiring how different it felt to watch a live stream versus being there in person.
She arrived just in time, as Feng Ren and Dou Xi had only exchanged a few pleasantries.
Dou Xi was secretly speculating about Feng Ren’s purpose for visiting.
Could it be that Feng Ren’s reason for coming concerned his own career?
But—
What right did he have to merit a personal visit from Feng Ren?
As far as he knew, Lan Ting had a wealth of talent under his command; how could they possibly be short of him, let alone send Feng Ren?
Just as he was mulling over this, Feng Ren, the old fox, had already begun his probing.
While Dou Xi was unaware of this, the observing woman excitedly clenched her hands resting on her knees, her fabric getting wrinkled.
The real show was about to commence!
“May I be so bold as to ask why you are here, sir?” Dou Xi pondered carefully, harboring a hint of anticipation as he tentatively questioned Feng Ren, “The remote location of Yangshan doesn’t make it convenient for you to handle anything, I fear—”
“Indeed, Zong Guang was right; I have some trouble here,” Feng Ren smiled and said, “Under the command of Lord Lan Ting, I’m overseeing the construction of the Golden Scales Academy branch, and we’ve chosen to locate it near Yangshan. I feel ashamed to say, I’m not well acquainted with Yangshan, and should we start large-scale construction here, I’ll need someone knowledgeable to assist me. Before I left the manor, I heard from Huai Zheng that there was a classmate from years ago, who has lived in Yangshan for generations and knows construction well, so I came here to inquire—”
Dou Xi was momentarily taken aback, not expecting that Feng Ren approached him due to Feng Jue’s recommendation.
He humbly replied, “This is merely a small matter; you need only send someone to convey your message, no need to come all the way here.”
While it was said casually, for Dou Xi it represented an excellent opportunity that others would crave.
If everything went well, he might just form a connection with the Feng family, paving the way for future opportunities.
“It’s not solely for that,” Feng Ren laughed, “I am currently compiling children’s literature that includes the philosophies of various schools of thought. The works of these schools are extensive; many texts even the Feng family does not have. I heard Huai Zheng say that Zong Guang is a descendant of farmers, so I thought you might have numerous agricultural texts in your possession. My visit is also to seek Zong Guang’s advice; if I could borrow a few to read, that would be excellent.”
Upon hearing Feng Ren’s explanation, Dou Xi naturally no longer questioned him, but instead felt somewhat flustered.
A well-known scholar asking a name-lacking junior for advice—this was truly giving him face; how could Dou Xi dare to confidently agree?
Feng Ren used this topic to gauge Dou Xi’s depth.
If we’re talking about agricultural texts, the Feng family has quite a collection, and Feng Ren had some understanding of the subject, so teaching wouldn’t be a problem.
Dou Xi completely put his guard down and spoke frankly.
The farmer’s knowledge had always been overshadowed among the various schools of thought and often went unappreciated; Dou Xi hadn’t had the chance to discuss agriculture like this in a long time. Once the conversation started, he couldn’t stop, immersing himself in it, unaware of Feng Ren’s smile growing more pronounced.
The woman, as an observer, naturally wouldn’t let go of Feng Ren’s reactions.
Look at that stance, seems like the big shot Feng Ren is quite pleased with Dou Xi! Looks like there’s hope!
As Dou Xi continued talking until his mouth felt dry, Feng Ren took out a scroll from his sleeve and said, “A while ago, I chanced upon something…”
This was, of course, the draft that Jiang Pengji had handed to Feng Ren.
Dou Xi asked, “What is this?”
Feng Ren replied, “From the content, it seems closely related to agriculture.”
Dou Xi’s curiosity was piqued, daring to borrow it from Feng Ren; a casual glance didn’t stir much, but a closer look felt like discovering treasure.
Feng Ren didn’t interrupt Dou Xi, instead waiting with a smile, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dou Xi’s wife looking at him with an understanding gaze.
He felt an odd sensation, as if the younger generation had seen through his schemes—
Well, it might not be just a feeling.
