Little Fu Bao has had excellent hearing since she was little, and she could hear the conversation between the two people in the two rooms apart very clearly, although she didn't quite understand why they planned to give that thing that could display words to her older brother.

But she knew it was definitely not a good thing.

Little Fu Bao squinted her eyes.

She studied light-body skills with Gu Yu for three or four months. Although she wasn't very good yet, she was much better at climbing trees, houses, and walls than most adults who didn't know kung fu.

Although Mr. Mu's father was a very lovable middle-aged man, a father is a father and a son is a son, and their character is not necessarily the same.

If that's really what he thinks, she'll make Zhao Cai return their family's bad luck to his family, and they might even be more unlucky than before.

Liang Xiucai was still somewhat hesitant. He lived next door to Master Zhuo, so he had developed a relationship with Master Zhuo during his stay.

Therefore, the task of changing clothes could only be done by Liang Xiucai, because it would be easier for him to blend in with Xiao Heng and Niu Yong.

But he was, after all, a scholar. Although he was somewhat obsequious, this was the first time he had ever done something so harmful.

"Brother Liang, your widowed mother raised you by washing clothes for you, so it must have been very difficult for you to achieve what you have today," Xu Zhen's words kept echoing in Liang Xiucai's ears.

Just then, Old Master Zhuo, carrying a pot of wine, knocked on Liang Xiucai's door. Liang Xiucai put down his clothes, opened the door, and said:

"It's Mr. Zhuo!"

"I've specially brought a pot of wine; let's have a good drink together. Most of our group consists of young children, some of whom are even juniors. They're bound to feel a bit awkward eating and drinking with us."

Scholar Liang hurriedly invited Master Zhuo into the house. Master Zhuo even brought out two plates of good dishes. After drinking for a while, both Master Zhuo and Scholar Liang were a little drunk.

“I think Mr. Zhuo is a talented man, how come he has to take the exam at such an old age?” said Liang Xiucai.

Old Master Zhuo chuckled and said, "In the imperial examinations, nine out of ten people fail; it's a common occurrence in life."

Scholar Liang said, "Old sir, are you content with this? Don't you want to come up with any other solutions?"

Grandpa Zhuo said, "When I was young, I was quite unwilling to accept it. Now, whether I'm willing or not, I've long since come to terms with it at this age." He continued, "As for methods or anything like that, I've never thought about it. How many people have made a mistake and brought shame to their parents and grandparents?"

"Young friend, it doesn't matter whether you pass the imperial examination or not. You can always try again later. But don't get any crooked or unethical thoughts."

Grandpa Zhuo thought he was trying to cheat.

In fact, Liang Xiucai had indeed thought about it. He had taken the imperial examination for the title of Juren three times in a row but failed each time. Now that he was almost thirty, he couldn't help but feel a little eager for success.

Liang Xiucai escorted the drunken Old Master Zhuo back to his room, unaware that Xu Zhen had quietly slipped into his room as soon as he left.

They changed the rice he usually ate.

If the frame-up fails, the scapegoat will be none other than Liang Xiucai. With one less scholar, Xu Zhen will have one less competitor.

After returning to his room, Liang Xiucai hesitated for a moment before cutting up and burning the clothes Xu Zhen had given him. However, he was afraid of offending Xu Zhen, thinking it better to offend a gentleman than a petty person.

Unable to fathom Mu Yan's thoughts, he found another undergarment that was extremely similar to Xu Zhen's.

It blended into Xiao Heng's clothes.

If he were blamed later, he would simply say that he had mistakenly taken his undergarment, and that would be it.

It must be said that although Liang Xiucai could not be considered a gentleman, he was an extremely clever person, and clever people always find a way to survive.

Little Fu Bao, peeking from the rooftop, secretly watched Liang Xiucai burn clothes. He figured it definitely wasn't his own clothes being burned. The little guy thought to himself:

This guy knows what's good for him, so I'll let it go!

When Xiao Fubao tried to climb down, she suddenly realized she couldn't go down. "It's so high," the little girl muttered to herself.

She had climbed up the pine tree next to her, but it was easy to climb up. The hotel wasn't tall; it was supposed to be a two-story building, but it was actually half a story shorter than a two-story building.

It's easy to get up, but hard to get down. It's really worrying.

When Xiang'er got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, she didn't see Xiao Fubao, so she anxiously knocked on Xiao Heng's door. Xiao Heng was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat and searched around the house.

Little Fu Bao almost got lost before.

When we found her at the back, we suddenly saw the little girl sitting barefoot on the edge of the roof. Her shoes were on the ground, and her little feet were dangling gently. Her little face looked tense, and she kept gnawing on her little fists.

The tiles she was sitting on were still sliding down.

Xiao Heng could only hear his heart pounding, his face turned slightly pale, and he didn't have time to do anything else but open his arms.

Little Fu Bao jumped into Xiao Heng's arms, her eyes curving into crescent shapes. "Luckily, I have my big brother." What a troublesome little girl.

"Why climb so high? What if you fall?" Xiao Heng turned around and sat on the steps, hugging Xiao Fubao in his arms and putting on her small floral shoes.

"Don't be afraid, I know the big brother will catch me," Xiao Fubao said.

Xiao Heng stroked Xiao Fu Bao's hair; it was so soft. His little girl, when would she finally grow up?

Xiao Heng did not blame her.

Her boyfriend is so gentle. I wonder who will be lucky enough to be her sister-in-law in the future. She has to find a goddess to match him.

"Hey bro, aren't you cold?" The August night was still a bit chilly.

Xiao Heng carried him into the house, saying as they went, "You're not cold."

"Are you hungry? I'll make you a midnight snack." The little one's coquettishness was especially endearing. Xiao Heng had originally planned to punish her by making her squat in a horse stance until dawn after returning to her room.

Hearing her hug his neck and act coquettishly, his heart softened, and he was indeed a little craving the things his little girl made.

"Hmm," Xiao Heng nodded slightly.

"Then I'll make you some delicate steamed buns," said Xiao Fubao. "Xiao Fubao's steamed buns are so pretty and delicious!"

Xiao Heng patted Xiao Fu Bao's little head with eyes full of affection, "Two are enough."

Little Fu Bao jumped down, saying, "Then I'll go prepare the ingredients now." She wanted to make a special bun to wish her little brother success in the exam.

She ran downstairs to the shopkeeper and said:

"Shopkeeper, do you have beetroot, flour, dried shrimp, eggs, and cornmeal here? I'll pay for it."

The shopkeeper was sound asleep leaning against the counter when Xiao Fubao disturbed him, and he immediately became a little annoyed.

"No!"

Yes, there are.

He just couldn't be bothered to greet Xiao Fubao.

The little one was a bit disappointed; her little brother was hungry…

Just then, a large hand reached out from behind, took a gold leaf, and handed it to the shopkeeper, saying, "Tell her the truth, and do as she says."

Upon seeing the gold leaf, the shopkeeper immediately woke up from his drowsiness and hurriedly said with a smile:

"Yes, yes! Little girl, come with me! What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."