Jingtian raised his head to look at the public room and sighed.
"Guanren," Jingtian wanted to roar at Jingdong, but thinking of his always virtuous appearance, he could only say patiently, "Now that the two elder brothers and Sanlang have grown up, can it be that Guanren, who does not have his own residence, wants to Are they going to be single for the rest of their lives?"
When the two sons heard this, they looked ashamed and lowered their heads.
You know, many people of their age are already married.
Especially Dalang, some people of the same age even have several children.
Since they do not have their own house, the whole family is crowded into four public houses, and there is no young lady willing to marry them.
Jingdong thought for a while and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Madam, you know that I can barely support my family with my salary, so how can I have the money to buy a house?"
"Of course, these are gifts from Zhaojiazhuang, which can almost buy a house." Jingtian looked at the ten boxes in front of him with excitement on his face.
Jingdong looked up at his two sons, sighed heavily, shook his head, and reluctantly glanced at the tea leaves in front of him.
After Zhaojiazhuang Town tasted Zui Chunfeng tea, he felt that the tea he drank before was not tea, and was similar to horse urine.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart and could only nod his head: "My wife has the final say in this matter."
"Put these boxes in my room. No one, including officials, can touch them without my consent." Mr. Jingtian was waiting for his words, waved his hand, and ordered to the whole family.
Although he knew this was the result, Jingdong could only smile bitterly and immediately led his two sons to move the box from the living room of the public house to the bedroom.
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Sanniang moved a little, but found that she couldn't move it, so she had to help her mother move together, which made Jingtian couldn't help but smile and praised Sanniang for being sensible.
After putting down the wooden box, Jing Sanniang patted the dust and washed her hands with fairy soap.
After washing herself, she obediently came to Mr. Jingtian's side in the living room.
At this time, Jingtian was drinking tea with Jingdong, and at the same time exchanging information about the customs and customs of Sichuan.
The two sons were not studying at this time and were listening with great interest.
Jing Sanniang bowed to Jingtian and said, "Mother, Sanniang has something to report to you."
"If Sanniang has something to do, you might as well tell her directly." Mr. Jingtian felt a little strange. What happened to his little daughter?
But I still agreed, after all, she is my favorite daughter.
Jing Sanniang hesitated for a few moments, swallowed hard, and said bravely: "Mother, my daughter also needs a dowry."
Hearing these words, the two brothers' expressions changed slightly. The matter of their own homes had not been resolved yet, and they did not expect their sister to jump out again.
But they couldn't make the decision, so they had to look at Jingtian.
Jingdong and Jingtian looked at each other, never expecting that their eleven-year-old daughter would make this request.
"Dowry?" Jingtian's expression changed, and then he forced himself to calm down, looked at Jing Sanniang, and said with a smile, "Sanniang, of course this mother will consider it, but you are too young now."
"Mother, why is my daughter so young? She will be able to get married in three years?" She raised her beautiful but childish face and looked at Mr. Jingtian longingly, with a stubborn look on her face.
"Sanniang, mother knows that you like the little saint, hasn't mother already agreed?" Jingtian rubbed her head, bent down and said softly.
Jing Sanniang tugged at the corner of her clothes, lowered her head and her cheeks turned red.
She hesitated for a long time and said in an extremely soft voice: "Mother, when will you go to Sichuan?"
Jing Sanniang's voice was as low as a kitten's.
Jingtian glanced at Jing Sanniang and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on her face.
My daughter was only eleven years old, so she didn't expect to be so impatient.
But when I think about it, the little saint is too perfect, and he should be considerate of his daughter.
"Sanniang, look for an auspicious day. Mom will take you brothers and sisters to Sichuan." After thinking about it, Jingtian smiled slightly and gently touched Sanniang Jing's forehead.
When the two sons heard this, they were overjoyed and had smiles on their faces.
Zhaojiazhuang is the richest in the world, what else do you need as a dowry?
"Thank you, mother." It was rare for the three of them to thank Jingtian together.
Mr. Jingtian hummed. All three of his children had moved to Sichuan. There were no children at home, so he felt empty in his heart.
She pulled Jingdong's sleeve, winked, and walked towards another room.
Jingdong was confused, the matter had been settled, why did the lady want to drag him out again?
He had no choice but to put down his tea cup and follow Mr. Jingtian to another room.
Jingtian blushed, looked at Jingdong nervously, and said to him, "My lord, my family wants another child."
"Child," Jingdong looked confused and shook his head, "I'm already a grandfather, why do I still want a child?"
Although the son is not married, his two daughters are married, and one of them even gave birth to a grandson.
Although he is not his grandson, it still makes Jingdong and his wife very happy. The family has blossomed and is developing in the direction of humanistic prosperity.
Unexpectedly, Jingtian was not satisfied with having a grandson and wanted a child.
"Guardian, when Wu Zetian was born, her mother was already over forty years old," Jingtian stiffened her neck and said unconvinced, "The Nu family is almost ten years younger than her mother at the time, so why can't they have a child?"
"Madam, it is easy to give birth to a child, but it is difficult to raise a child. With my salary, it is difficult to support a family." Jingdong's fair face turned red and green at this time, and finally turned into an ugly pig liver color.
After finishing speaking, he sighed heavily, shook his head, and sat weakly on the chair.
Jingtian looked up at him with a smile on his face and a confident tone: "Official, that was in the past. Now that the three children are no longer around, isn't your salary free?"
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"Although they are not around, they still need expenses in Sichuan." Jingdong shook his head with a look of disbelief.
Jingtian said patiently: "My lord, Zhaojiazhuang Academy does not have any repairs, and there is a free lunch at noon. Of course, it can save a lot of expenses, and the prices in Sichuan are cheaper than in the capital."
"It's really hard to say. I'm still worried about them." Jingdong still felt unsure.
"What are you worried about? Da Lang Erlang has grown up. The only thing you have to worry about is Sanniang. Isn't there Zhaojiazhuang?" Jingtian shook his head, feeling a little funny, "Zhaojiazhuang is the richest in the world. Are you still afraid of starving her to death?" ?”
"Sanniang is too young, which is really worrying." Jingdong's eyes showed worry and deep reluctance.
"Official, I know that you can't bear to leave Sanniang," Jingtian said, unknowingly leaning against Jingdong's chest, " Instead of worrying about Sanniang, it would be better to give birth to two Fourth Niangs and Fifth Niangs, I believe they will be more pleasing to the officials."
Hearing this, Jingdong was a little moved.
Seeing Jingdong's happy eyes, Jingtian couldn't help but be overjoyed: "My lord, it's getting late, you can rest."
"But the children haven't rested yet." Jingdong blushed, still a little embarrassed.
Mr. Jingtian said with a smile on his face: "It doesn't matter, you can read here and the slave family will arrange for them to rest."
After finishing speaking, Mr. Jingtian went out and immediately arranged for his three children to rest.
Sanniang has already started to rest, and her two sons are reading.
Seeing Jingtian coming in, the two of them felt a little baffled.
"Dalang, Erlang, you guys are tired from carrying boxes today. Get some rest early." Mr. Jingtian came to his two sons and began to urge them.
The two sons still wanted to study, but Mr. Jingtian had already said so, so they had to pack up their books and go to bed to rest.
After arranging for her two sons to rest, Jingtian herself felt a little embarrassed and her fair face suddenly turned red.
I usually ask my two sons to study hard, and even use the metaphor of cutting a wall to steal the light, hanging a beam to stab the buttocks.
Now that my son is studying, as a mother, I want them to go to bed early.
Fortunately, now I have an excuse to move the boxes.
However, she had no choice but to fight for Si Niang and Wu Niang.
When he came to the bedroom, Jingdong was still reading.
Jingtian couldn't wait anymore and winked at Jingdong.
The two immediately got into bed, blew out the lights, and made a heart-warming sound.
The next day Jingdong felt good, drank tea leisurely and worked.
Unexpectedly, a few days later, the threshold of his home was almost broken through.
Yang Wei is also about forty this year and works as a minister in the Ministry of Industry.
He has regular facial features, a Chinese-character face, and three long beards, giving him a rather scholarly demeanor.
Originally, he, a minister, was not a high-ranking official in the capital.
However, Yang Wei's father-in-law and his wife are engaged in business, and the family does have some money.
In particular, his father-in-law is very discerning. He is now selling goods made in Zhaojiazhuang and is well-known in the capital.
Unlike Jingdong, Yang Wei's family still lives in public housing and has their own private residence.
Although he had no worries about his home, he was worried about his son.
He has three sons, Dalang, who is twenty, Erlang, who is eighteen years old, and Sanlang, who is fourteen years old. Their appearance is somewhat similar to his youth.
Although it is said that the more sons the better, he is also troubled now.
Just as the three sons of the dragon have their own merits, the three sons are also different.
Dalang likes to read, and now he is a scholar.
Erlang likes to do business and often hangs out in business stores.
Although he can sometimes make a little money, it makes him a little unhappy.
Among scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, scholars were the first, and merchants were the last.
Although Erlang didn't like him very much, he still found a way out.
But Sanlang, the son, regarded himself as an official and often hung out in brothels with his friends, which broke his heart.
One time, Yang Wei came back from duty smelling of alcohol and powder. Apparently he had just returned from a brothel.
He couldn't help but get angry: "You hang out in the brothel like this, do you want to be like Liu Sanbian (Liu Yong)?"
Although Liu Yong's poems were handed down from generation to generation, he never became a Jinshi in his life.
"The willow catkins have already faded, and the crabapples should be sorry for my late arrival." Yang Sanlang recited the lyrics proudly and retorted cheerfully, "This was written by Wen Zhonggong, who is a Jinshi and Xianggong."
Duke Wen Zhong was Ouyang Xiu, the literary leader of the Song Dynasty.
Yang Wei was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "Wen Zhonggong was a Jinshi first, and he only wrote this word after he became the governor of Yangzhou."
"Father, it seems that you also acknowledge the benefits of brothels to literati. Maybe the boy was inspired that day and might become the second Wen Zhonggong?" Yang Sanlang became more and more excited as he talked.
"Stubborn, stubborn, and stupid," Yang Wei was furious, pointed at Yang Sanlang with both hands, and shouted angrily, "You like brothels so much, but you don't like reading. Wen Zhonggong has to succeed, and there is no Liu Sanbian." Talent can only become useless waste."
"Kneel down." After saying that, he took out the ruler and whipped him hard.
When Yang Sanlang saw his father asking him to kneel down and be beaten, he hurriedly turned around and ran away, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Mother, mother."
Yang Wei was furious, holding a ruler while chasing after him.
"Guanren, Sanlang is still young. He doesn't like storytelling. Didn't you just see him reciting lyrics?" An old lady came out and stopped Yang Wei with both hands.
Yang Bai is about thirty years old, with fair skin, prominent facial features, willowy eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, but there are already many wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Seeing Yang Bai coming out, Yang Sanlang hurriedly hid behind her, looking at the ruler in his father's hand with trepidation, but with a stubborn look in his eyes. Yang Wei raised the ruler in his hand, pointed at Yang Sanlang, and said to Yang Bai: "Madam, this arrogant man is wandering around a brothel again. If he continues like this, he will definitely become a prodigal son in the future."
"Officers, the way to educate them is to educate them first and beat them as a supplement. The more ferocious the beatings, the less effective they will be." Yang Bai stopped Yang Wei and shook his head.
Yang Wei's face was ashen as if it could drip water, and he said coldly: "Madam, since ancient times, loving mothers have often lost their sons. You have harmed Saburo."
"Officer, Sanlang is very rebellious now. The harder you beat him, the more rebellious he will be." Yang Bai shook her head and patiently persuaded, "A few days ago, you beat him and he stayed up all night."
Seeing Sanlang's stubborn gaze, Yang Bai turned to him and said, "Sanlang, admit your mistake to your father, study hard, and never go to a brothel again."
Seeing Yang Bai's gaze, Yang Sanlang felt relieved. After a few hesitations, he came out from behind his mother.
Yang Wei glared at Yang Sanlang bitterly, raised the ruler in his hand, causing his pupils to shrink, and he hurriedly hid behind Yang Bai.
Yang Bai's quick eyesight and quick hands snatched the ruler from Yang Wei's hand.
"Sanlang, if you still don't admit your mistake, I will beat you even for my mother." In order not to dissatisfy Yang Wei, she said hurriedly.
Yang Sanlang was overjoyed. He came to his father and bowed: "Father, the child is wrong."
"Madam, you have harmed Sanlang." Yang Wei sighed, "Look at his eyesight. He has not seriously admitted his mistake at all."
"Officer, the slave family has found a way to educate Saburo." After Yang Bai put away the ruler, he looked at Yang Wei with burning eyes.
Yang Wei smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sanlang didn't have a good education when he was a child. Now that he is half-grown, he is like a sapling, already taking shape. How can we correct it?"
"Of course there is a way. Send Sanlang to Zhaojiazhuang Academy." Yang Bai was confident and his tone was full of confidence.
Yang Wei was stunned: "Madam, where did you mention the news? Why didn't my husband know about it?"
"You are a nerd. You only know what to do when you are on duty. Of course you don't put your thoughts on the child." Yang Bai's slender fingers tapped Yang Wei's forehead and said angrily.
Yang Wei was pleasantly surprised and asked hesitantly: "Where can I find someone?"
"Which one to look for is your classmate Jing Zibian (characterized by Jingdong)." Yang Bai nodded Yang Wei's forehead again and said angrily, "I don't even know this way."
"Mother, father, I can't go to Zhaojiazhuang School. It's too far away. I heard it's thousands of miles away. I want my mother, I want my mother." I heard that my parents wanted to send me thousands of miles away. Outside Sichuan, Yang Sanlang was so anxious that he grabbed Yang Bai's arm and almost started crying.
After all, he was young and had never traveled far.
Yang Wei was furious, picked up the ruler from the table, and slapped it hard on the table, making a snapping sound.
Then, Yang Wei pointed at Yang Sanlang with a ruler: "If you are willing to step on the ruler, I will not let you go to Sichuan."
"Mother, father wants to beat the child again." When Yang Sanlang saw the ruler in Yang Wei's hand, he shrank his neck in fright, trembled, and hurriedly hid behind Yang Bai.
"Don't scare Sanlang." Yang Bai stopped Yang Wei again and shook his head, "Official, be patient, be patient."
Yang Wei glared at Yang Sanlang who was behind Yang Bai, and said angrily, "Look at him, how can he have a long memory if he doesn't get oil, salt, and fights."
