Farmer’s Blessed Girl

The scroll slowly opened, Kong Jijiu frowned, and when the painting was halfway through, he was stunned.

"This painting..." Kong Jijiu first felt that the fake painting was done well; second thought was that his brilliant student was deceived; finally, he realized that this painting seemed to be in the hands of Bai Shan Authentic.

Kong Jijiu looked at the painting in Yang Heshu's hand for a while and was speechless.

Yang Heshu asked with a smile, "How do you feel about this painting, sir?"

Kong Jijiu: "...Isn't this painting in Bai Shan's hands?"

Bai Shan and Zhou Man are in their prime, shouldn't they want to sell paintings?

"It's in Zhishan's hands, what do you think of this painting, sir?"

That is of course excellent!

Kong Jijiu's hand was hanging in the air, and he didn't dare to touch it. He lowered his head to look carefully. Even if he had seen it three times, he was still impressed by the painting.

Kong Jijiu had already vaguely guessed why Yang Heshu was here. He looked at the painting, then looked up at Yang Heshu, straightened up and said, "Let's go to the study to appreciate it carefully."

Yang Heshu readily agreed.

When Yang Heshu left the Confucius Mansion again, he was already empty-handed.

As soon as he left, Kong Jijiu hurriedly closed the door of the study, and then the whole person lay down on the table and looked at the painting, with a smile on his face.

The housekeeper couldn't see it, and reminded: "Master, didn't you say that you should lead by example this year, and never let others go through the back door?"

Kong Jijiu said: "Zhuang Shaofu's grandson is still within the school age this year, so he doesn't count as going through the back door. Moreover, what Chang Bo said also makes sense. Zhuang Shaofu is so old that he will not let his grandson enter this year. In the end, I'm afraid that the quota will be cheaper for others."

Kong Jijiu said with a straight face: "Zhuang Shaofu taught the crown prince, and he has made great achievements in the country, but he can't let him chill."

Butler: "...you keep saying that."

Kong Jijiu agreed here, and everything else is easy to do.

Yang Heshu went to the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Rites, and the documents were completed. He sent the copy of Zhuang Jiran's book and Mr. Zhuang's official post to the Guozijian.

Kong Jijiu gave it directly, and gave him a note by the way, "He can postpone the school, but it can't be too late."

Yang Heshu responded with a smile, took Zhuang Jiran's admission letter and note, and left.

Of course, they don't know about these things, Bai Shan, they are packing up and preparing to go back to Beijing at this time.

Mr. Zhuang will take Zhuang Jiran back to Beijing for school, while Bai Shan and Zhou Man will take their children to Shangzhou to worship and build a genealogy.

Because he didn't know what the situation in the capital was, Bai Shan asked Mr. Zhuang and the others to go back by water, which would be faster and cut the journey in half, while Bai Shan and the others would take the land route.

The old Zhoutou and the Qian family stayed in Qili Village with the Dafang and his wife, and planned to return to Beijing after the Chinese New Year, while Shirou took the two younger brothers and the family's children and went back with Mr. Zhuang's family.

In fact, Bai Shan wanted her grandmother and mother to go back with them, but Mrs. Liu thought that building a genealogy was a big deal. This was her own great-grandson, so she had to go and see what she said.

So Bai Shan could only take them with him.

They went out on the same day, and they separated when they arrived in Longzhou. Thulang and the others walked by water.

Bai Shan handed over the official post to Thursday, and warned, "Be careful on the road." Although Da Jin is now looking at Guotai and Min'an, there are still mountain bandits and water bandits in some places.

After sending them away, Bai Shan got into the car and said to the driver, "Let's go."

There are not many of them, except for a dozen or so guards, they are just a few servants who serve personally.

The four carriages slowly headed towards Shangzhou.

The land route is slower than the water route. Bai Shan and the others are still on their way to Shangzhou, while Mr. Zhuang and the others have arrived in the capital.

It was the first time for Zhuang Jiran and his wife to travel far, and it was the first time they came to Beijing. From the moment they entered the city gate, their eyes were glued to the outside of the car and could not be moved.

The street market here is very lively, there are many people, the houses are taller than they have ever seen, and the streets are more spacious.

Thursday Lang asked Wu Lang to take the Zhou family back to Zhou's house, and he sent Mr. Zhuang and the others to the county master's mansion.

When Zhuang Jiran saw the gate of the county master's mansion, he was speechless for a while, "This, this is..."

"This is your aunt's house."

Zhuang Jiran couldn't imagine, "Can the Zhou family afford such a house now?"

"I can't afford it," Mr. Zhuang said. "This is a reward from Your Majesty. If you have made merit in the country, you will naturally be favored by the country. You will find out later."

Liu Gui had received the news in advance, and arranged a yard for the Zhuang family. It was a guest yard, close to the front yard, but not very far from Mr.

He brought all the luggage in with his servants, and said to Zhuang Jiran, "The bedding and decorations here are all new. Second Master Zhuang sees if there is anything missing, tell the little one, and the little one will buy it."

Zhuang Jiran was a little restrained, "That's good."

Liu Gui smiled and said: "This yard is not far from Mr. Zhuang's Nanshan Residence, and it is also close to the corner gate. It is very convenient for Second Master Zhuang to go out or find Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Jiran responded embarrassedly, and after seeing Liu Gui away, he went to Mr. Zhuang, "Grandfather, are we going to live here in the future?"

Mr. Zhuang knew what he was thinking at a glance, and said, "You don't have to worry about these mundane affairs, just read your books and teach your wife, son, and nephew well."

When he lives for a long time and gets acquainted with the Bai Zhou family, this embarrassment will disappear.

Mr. Zhuang said: "You just need to remember the grace of taking in today."

Zhuang Jiran scratched his head and said, "Grandfather, father said we can't take advantage of others for nothing, why don't we go out and rent a house by ourselves?"

Unlike Mr. Zhuang's casual nature, Zhuang Jiran was very influenced by his father, who was unwilling to take a single needle or a meal for nothing, so as not to be looked down upon.

Knowing his son Mo Ruofu, Mr. Zhuang naturally knew where the biggest difference between him and his son was. He paused and said, "I am Bai Shanzhouman's teacher. It is only right and natural for my disciples to support my teacher."

"But I'm not," Zhuang Jiran twisted: "Grandfather, it's not good for you to drag your family with you?"

Mr. Zhuang is a casual person, and the three disciples he raised are more casual than each other. It has been a long time since he has been worried about this kind of thing. Seeing the shadow of his son, he simply tapped his head with a fan, and gave a strong order: "I said stay here, stay here, you don't have to talk nonsense."

"Okay." Zhuang Jiran lowered his head and silently turned to leave.

"Stop," Mr. Zhuang said, pointing to the dusty study, "Go get some water and clean the study."

This is all free time. When he is too busy to have time, does he still have time to think about these things?

Zhuang Jiran responded honestly and went to someone to ask for water from a wooden tub to scrub.