Planning to marry the third master

When we arrived at Feng Mansion, there was a lot of things going on inside, and many people were busy. Feng Zhuohua said: "Please ask a few people to renovate it, it will only take about ten days. Things are also being purchased slowly. I originally wanted to renovate and purchase them to give my mother a surprise. Dad told me to tell my mother, whatever I want to do, it’s up to my mother, so that’s why I’m looking for my mother today.”

Luo Mingru looked at the entire mansion, which was several times larger than her own home. Slowly, a smile appeared on his face, something he never even dreamed of. Seeing the bed in the room, he blamed him: "Why don't you go home these days?"

Feng Zhuohua said: "I can't live in my house. I hired thugs, a coachman, and Shuangxi. If there's enough room for you, this is the place."

"Thugs?"

Feng Zhuohua nodded: "There is no peace in Jinling, so don't worry if there are thugs."

"Oh."

Feng Zhuohua went to the house and took out the box and gave it to Luo Mingju: "The expenses at home are all taken care of by mother. There is still uncle here, so mother has to say that she has no money. Look at Luo Mingshuang, she never gives money to her uncle. Doesn't that mean Our power is just that we don’t know how to support this thing, once or twice is enough, a few times a year is a matter of character."

Luo Mingrou thought that her brother also had a headache, so she returned the box to Feng Zhuohua and said, "You can take care of the household expenses. Mom is dull-tongued and soft-hearted. It's okay if she doesn't have money. Once she has money, she doesn't want to see her family suffer. "

Hearing this, Feng Zhuohua decisively took the box and said, "Don't tell anyone that I am making money by writing books. Just say that dad made a few bucks by writing books and just bought a house. Don't let your money be exposed, you know?" "

Luo Mingru nodded, feeling deeply that her daughter was better at managing things than she was, and said, "I understand."

After comforting Luo Mingrou and sending her back, she just spent the whole day patronizing her mother.

In the evening, the family happily ate out. Feng Jinzhao was really happy today and said, "The family is finally together."

Feng Zhuohua asked: "Dad, will you take the exam this year?"

Feng Jinzhao hesitated. He was very satisfied with the current situation. He also knew that he had a temper that would not be disputed. He just wanted to be safe. He shook his head and said, "No way."

Feng Zhuo said clearly: "Father, if you are going to become a master of civil education, I have to study harder. Scholars are very good!"

Hearing this, Luo Ming said softly, "You just think about ways to make progress."

Feng Zhuo said clearly: "Whatever father is, I will be like that. I think it's good for father to be like this."

Feng Zhuohua thinks his father is okay, but mediocre.

Feng Jinzhao also felt that he was doing well, but he couldn't say this in front of his son: "Dad is old. Going to Bianjing all the way is expensive. If you fail the exam, it will be a joke to the academy."

Feng Zhuohua said: "Father, go take the exam. The cost is not a problem. Anyway, you will only teach children. At worst, you can teach at this level again when you come back."

Luo Mingjudao: "Look at your daughter's future, you have to earn a decent salary for her, pass the exam, and become a civil servant in the future, so that I can arrange a decent marriage for your daughter."

Feng Jinzhao felt that Luo Mingru was right and said, "Let me think about it again. I haven't studied my studies for a long time. The scientific examination is just around the corner. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up."

Luo Mingju said: "Then just study and read these days. I will show you the yard and tell no one to disturb you."

Feng Zhuo Ming said: "Dad is reading inside the house, and I will be outside the house, accompanying him."

This child, with just one sentence, asked Feng Jin to take care of him and said, "Okay, then I'll warm up my books when I get back."

This kind of home is called home, and Feng Zhuohua likes this kind of home. There is no vigorous big love, but it is a home of small love that flows slowly and warmly.