It was Zhu Sihuan who followed.
Although the Zhu family is also an aristocratic family, it is still slightly inferior to the Jiang family. What's more, he is still a branch of the Zhu family and should not offend the Jiang family either emotionally or rationally.
Zhu Sihuan's kick really shocked Xu Mo, and made Xu Mo even more unable to see through this person.
"I want to say that I am doing it out of justice, do you believe it or not?" Zhu Sihuan chuckled.
But he quickly put away his smile and said, "Actually, I want to become famous. Merely being famous for writing poems and discussing Taoism is not enough. I, Zhu Sihuan, also want to speak out for justice and be famous for being noble and unruly."
At least that kick went into the hearts of all the literati.
Xu Mo pursed his lips. This explanation sounded the most reasonable, but he felt that Zhu Sihuan was sincere. As for how much, time would prove.
"No matter what, Xu must thank Mr. Sihuan." The young man with clear breeze and bright moon handed over his hand.
Zhu Sihuan smiled lightly and said, "I promise Jieyuan's good words. If Sihuan achieves his wish, he will be rewarded heavily."
There were footsteps again at the door of Youranju. It turned out that the younger brother and sister were coming out with money in their hands.
Xu Mo stopped staying, got on the carriage with his family, and hurried back to the second courtyard.
Just as the two guessed.
The next day.
Zhu Sihuan, who was already a little talented, was famous in Fengjing. The scene of him protecting three civilian brothers and sisters at the gate of Wenchang Pavilion was talked about by countless literati. Many people made bets and speculated that in the imperial examination three years later, There must be a place for thinking about Mr. Huan.
Even the direct branches of the Zhu family were alarmed.
Speaking of direct branches of the Zhu family, we have to mention the marriage between the Zhu family and the Tao family.
At first, the Zhu family was looking for a match for Zhu Zhi, but there was no suitable one after picking and choosing. It wasn't until Zhu Zhi passed the imperial examination and met the requirements of the Tao family that the two families took advantage of the situation and became a community of interests.
During the period when the children of the two families were engaged in marriage, the Tao family and Zhu Jiaguang cooperated and left several times. The good relationship between the two surnames was definitely ruined by Zhu Zhi's concubine.
However, the engagement was broken and the cooperation was still maintained. Both the Zhu family and the Tao family were a bit stuck.
Get married, the Tao family can't afford to be embarrassed.
Don't get married, I can't bear to let go of the fat in my mouth.
Zhu Sihuan, who was killed at this time, was regarded by the direct members of the Zhu family as a savior from heaven and the key to continuing to maintain the good relationship between the two surnames.
Within three or five days, someone came from the direct branch to deliver news to Zhu Sihuan and asked him if he was willing to marry the daughter of the Tao family.
Zhu Sihuan hesitated on his face, but screamed in his heart.
He pretended not to be willing, and pondered for a long time before saying aggrievedly, "Am I not taking the blame for my cousin?"
It was not until his direct descendants expressed that they would not treat him badly that Zhu Sihuan reluctantly agreed to the marriage.
The next day, the Zhu family discussed with the Tao family.
Although the conditions of the Tao family are harsh, a daughter must marry the master of the Juren, but the Zhu family really has no candidates of the right age, and Zhu Sihuan does have hope of passing the examination. The most important thing is that the Tao family is reluctant to give up the business cooperation with the Zhu family.
After weighing the two sides, the marriage was finally decided.
When the news reached Er Jin's small courtyard, they had all changed their wedding invitations and were discussing the time to get married.
"I thought the Tao family would wait for three years before getting married," Chang Yan said slowly, "just like Wang Haoran of the Wang family."
Last year, Wang Haoran and the daughter of the Zhou family made an appointment to get married. The agreement was that they would get married if they won the election. Both Wang Sanye and Wang Haoran were full of confidence, but they didn't want Xu Mo to get Xie Yuan. Wang Haoran didn't even make it into the rankings.
If you don't make it into the rankings, you will be considered a failure. If you fail the rankings, you will not be a candidate. You will have to prepare for the competition for three years.
I heard from Wang Fufeng that the Zhou family wanted to break the engagement, but Mr. Wang and his son were unwilling and insisted on getting married. They are currently in a stalemate.
"Master Sihuan is already sixteen, and I heard that the girl from the Tao family is two years older than him." Xu Mo said softly.
Three years is neither long nor short. Even if Zhu Sihuan is willing to wait, the girl from the Tao family cannot bear it.
So after going round and round, I still got this kid's wish.
I have exhausted all my agencies, just to hold the beauty back.
Even though Xu Mo was wary of Zhu Sihuan's mind, he couldn't help but applaud his continuous calculations.
I just hope that when he is proud and happy, he will not forget the agreement between the two of them.
Entering the small courtyard, there are bright folding windows and a scroll-shaped rice paper spread out on a flat wooden table.
The young man picked up the thick ink and solemnly wrote the four words "one strike will kill" on it.
Xu Mo's hatred for Zhu Zhi has not diminished for so many years. Even if Zhu Zhi is a direct descendant, supported by the eldest brother of the family head, and protected by the mother-in-law of the Fang family, he cannot stop his strong murderous intention.
Joining Zhu Sihuan is only the first step, and there will be a second and third step next.
Suddenly, a silver bell-like laughter came from outside the window.
Xu Mo raised his head and realized that his second brother was back. His sister was asking questions around him and received a large handful of souvenirs.
"Fengjing is really big. I walked around for half a month before I ran out and brought you some delicious food when I passed by Henan County." Zheng Ruqian was tired of travel, and half of the newly grown flesh had disappeared.
Jiang Sheng happily unpacked the bag and was startled by the red fruits scattered on the ground. When he picked them up, he discovered that they were red dates.
Chang Yan, who was standing next to him, was dumbfounded and said, "Second brother, how can you bring red dates to people as a special product?"
"Don't look down upon it. These are Zheng Xin's big red dates. They have thin skin, thick flesh, small core, and good taste." Zheng Ruqian put his hands on his hips and said, "The most important thing is that this thing brings good luck."
Can dry goods be bad luck? They won’t get damaged even after half a year.
Jiang Sheng pouted and opened another package. This time she was much more careful. The fruit was not scattered, but it was still red and round, which stung her eyes.
"What, you don't like it?" Zheng Ruqian raised his voice, "Xiao Jiang Sheng, this is hawthorn. Your favorite candied haws are made of hawthorn. Why do you look like this?"
Jiang Sheng had nothing to say. People who like candied haws must also like hawthorn. Who told the second brother!
The little girl lost hope and opened the third package. Sure enough, it was some big and plump chestnuts. They looked good, but they were inedible.
Jiang Sheng almost cried.
Zheng Ruqian on the side was still complacent, "Henan County is really a good place. The red dates are more delicious than others, the hawthorns are sweeter than others, and even the chestnuts are bigger than others."
"I've had a lot of luck this time. I'll take it to Youran Residence for a look later."
The young man was ambitious and thought that Youranju in Fengjing was almost the same as Anshui County. If he could raise the price of cured meat, he would be able to reach a new delivery cooperation.
But he didn't expect that when he brought a cart of local specialties to Youranju, all he got was the disdain of the big shopkeeper.
"Mr. Zheng, we Youranju don't want any pickled things."
