Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Ming Da, Chang Yu and Man Bao sat on the observation floor together, while Bai Shan and the others went to class.

The palace people did not dare to neglect the two princesses, so they sat down and someone brought fruit and snacks.

Seeing that Man Bao and Chang Yu took a piece of fruit, Mingda couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Man Bao, don't you go to the imperial hospital and the imperial physician's office?"

Man Bao shook his head and said, "There are no classes at the Imperial Medical Office today. I am not on duty at the Imperial Hospital, so I won't go if no one calls me."

There are only a few masters in the harem. Generally, the imperial doctor on duty can handle it when she is ill. If she is not sure, someone will naturally call her.

She said, "I want to stay at Chongwen Hall to repair books."

She is not only the imperial physician of the Imperial Hospital, but also the editor of the Chongwen Museum.

Chang Yu asked while eating the fruit, "Then you are still sitting here."

"I'm looking for inspiration here, not to mention," Man Bao looked at the two of them, "You really don't want me to accompany you?"

"It's best to have you with us," Chang Yu asked with a smile, "How long will you stay with us?"

After thinking about it, Man Bao said, "For a while."

She said it was a while, but she had been sitting in the observation tower to spend time with them, Mingda looked down at the direction of Chongwen Hall, and seemed to hear their reading aloud, and sighed: "I don't know how sure Bai Er is. can pass."

Chang Yu said, "Wei Yu will definitely pass the test anyway."

Man Bao was surprised, "So confident?"

Chang Yu said confidently: "Wei Yu's homework is not bad, and he is not only famous, and he is not only my concubine, but also the son of Lord Wei. I don't believe that anyone will drop him."

She turned her head to Mingda and said, "Father, the emperor loves you, and Bai Cheng doesn't look like a swindle. He should also be on the list."

Man Bao already knew that being famous was very important to the candidates, and that the external situation had an impact on the candidates, but he didn't know that the impact was so great.

Seeing that Chang Yu spoke confidently, and Ming Da did not refute it, Man Bao knew that things might really develop like this.

After thinking about it, she said, "It seems that Bai Shan still has to make a name for himself."

Mingda smiled and said: "I think he doesn't need it anymore, it's too much to go too far, he now has a reputation for being loyal and filial, and he has a good reputation. His reputation is a real good reputation. will be lower."

In fact, Wei Yu's article is not bad from his previous talent name, but he is now not only the son of Wei Xiang, but also Chang Yu's concubine. These two identities actually cover up his talent name.

Therefore, for Wei Yu, this "reputation" is more harmful than beneficial, but it is the opposite for Bai Erlang, but Mingda thought it through, but did not say this, so as not to worry about Changyu.

But although she didn't finish her words, Man Bao still heard it, and she nodded thoughtfully.

This year, many people decided to take the jinshi examination, and Ji Hao, who had no idea at all, also participated in the Imperial College.

As soon as he participated, Wei Chen and others, who had just come from the school to enroll, immediately made a fuss and wanted to participate together.

Anyway, they are Guozijian students, and they are qualified to take the jinshi examination directly, unlike others who have to go through the government examination before they can get the qualification.

Bai Shan and the others gathered with them after the rest, and simply gave them a copy of the homework assigned by the gentlemen of Chongwen Museum.

Although the exam questions have not yet been determined, the questioners are likely to be Confucius Jijiu and his gentlemen. Although they also teach in Guozijian, Kongjijiu is still Guozijian Jijiu, but it is difficult for them to go to Kongjijiu. class.

It's completely different from Bai Shan and the others who have to take a class on Confucian wine sacrifice every other day.

Not to mention Wei Chen, even Ji Hao thought that they were likely to get the first month, so he did not reject the assignments they sent, but took them back and studied them seriously.

After March passed, Zhou Dalang took time out of his busy schedule to come back with Xiao Qian's family, and went to Liu's house with Man Bao to visit. After returning, he immediately began to walk the six ceremonies.

Because they think that Liu Sanniang will be very promising in the future, someone who is more promising than their son. After all, she will be an imperial doctor in the future, and Datou is only a farmer now. Occasionally, she seems to make more money when she goes out for business with the fourth child.

But don't say whether the little money earned is more than that of a future daughter-in-law, if there is, it is only earned by leaving home, and it is far less decent than Liu Sanniang's being an imperial doctor.

So in order not to make their son feel too guilty, Zhou Dalang and Xiao Qian's family calculated all the money in their room, and only after this calculation found that they had saved a lot in the past two years.

Zhou Dalang said: "If you have a bowl of water, you have to save a little for the three. Although the family will make money in the future, he still studies. It costs money for repairing and buying books and pen and paper. Last time, I heard him and Ligu talk about what book to copy to make money, and only twenty-five coins can be earned per book."

So Zhou Dalang picked out two pieces of silver from a pile of money, "I will weigh it and see how much it is."

"Twelve taels, otherwise, let's keep these two. If you only pay for the repairs, you can pay for four years. If you include the pen, ink, paper and some books, it will be enough for two years. How can we save it after two years? some."

Xiao Qian said, "The three heads are already fifteen years old, so it's time to say kiss after two years, right?"

In fact, if it was someone else's family, or before the family, they should start dating at the age of fifteen. After seeing each other in a year or two, they can get married, which is just right.

But since Saturday Lang, the children in the family are getting married later and later, but no matter how late, the age of seventeen should start.

Since we want to talk about marriage, we have to reserve some money for marriage and marriage. Even if they can make money, it will be difficult for them to earn the money for a son to marry a daughter-in-law in two years.

So Zhou Dalang scratched his head, "Then... the dowry on the big head side should be less?"

"Let's make it a little less." The little Qian Shi was actually a little guilty, but they only had so much money, and now there are two sons who are not married, so it is better to have a bowl of water.

So, Zhou Dalang began to share some pieces of silver and copper coins to the other side, because he thought that the two would still earn two years later, so the points were still a little less.

Xiao Qian thought so too, so he agreed with his method of division, and began to count the pile of money. It was mostly copper coins. Those pieces of silver were still the money from the public center that was divided by his parents before.

At this time, Zhou Dalang remembered how good Thursday was, and said, "Shiro doesn't know when he will come to the capital. He won't share the money he made last year."

Xiao Qian said, "It's also the parents who want to divide it up. Shiro is useless. The second and third are still in their hometown."

Zhou Dalang thought it was true, so he talked with his parents, "I don't know when my parents will come to the capital."

At this time, the old Zhoutou also looked at the tea leaves that Thursday Lang took back and said, "You bought tea with all the money you made last year?"

Thursday Lang said: "Father, the tea on the grassland sells very well, and there are tea bricks. Basically, as much as you take, you can be robbed."

See you at half past ten