An Jingzhi's action allowed the children to complete their task directly, and they ran back after being touched on the head.

Lin Dawu was pulled over by his mother and told secretly that she should bring her nephew over to let An Jingzhi touch his head. She herself did not dare to get close to An Jingzhi.

An Jingzhi hadn't wiped his hands yet, and he touched each of the younger members of the Lin family one by one.

Seeing Lin Dawu was about to leave, An Jingzhi grabbed Lin Dawu's shoulders and told him to treat Sister Daya well.

Lin Dawu nodded repeatedly in assurance, and An Jingzhi was satisfied and sent him away to greet the guests at other tables.

I also wiped my hands clean.

Lin Dawu was actually a decent person, just a bit foolishly filial. He wouldn't dare to contradict anything his mother said. As long as he could control his mother, Daya wouldn't dare to act arrogantly in the Lin family, but no one would openly bully her either.

Village Chief Lin, sitting at the table, stroked his gray beard and nodded with a smile. "Yes, one of these children might become a student and pass the imperial examination to become a scholar."

If it wasn't for the fact that the banquet was about to begin, he would have thought of gathering all the children in the village and letting An Jingzhi approach them one by one.

At the dinner table, An Jingzhi behaved very appropriately, giving the elders of Linjia Village ample respect. He always considered himself Daya's younger brother, without the arrogance of other scholars. His words revealed his close relationship with Daya and how Daya had taken care of him since he was a child.

The smart people at the table of Village Chief Lin all understood what was said. This was a reminder to them, as they were worried that Daya had suffered any injustice in the Lin family.

The elders in Linjia Village sighed that Daya was so lucky to have such a brother who cared about her. Some people could not even have their own brothers do this.

Father Lin and Uncle An were accompanying him, and judging by the expressions on their faces, they probably thought An Jingzhi was just chatting casually. But it didn't matter, as long as someone at the table understood what he said, after he left, someone would naturally give the Lin family some advice.

After returning from Linjia Village, An Jingzhi went into his room and started reading. The writing here was somewhat different from the world he had visited before. It would take some effort to do well in the imperial examination.

"Tsk, the host can purchase a memory pack that covers all the knowledge about the imperial examinations in this small world. You can become the top scorer in the imperial examination without having to study late into the night."

An Jingzhi yawned, stretched, and said in his mind: "Turn on do not disturb mode."

"Do not disturb mode is on."

In the previous world, there were zombies and time-space gates. An Jingzhi turned on the system to remind him of some dangers to avoid accidents.

I forgot to close the system when I was completing my mission, and now I'm constantly trying to sell him props. Who is he looking down on? In a world like this, does he even need props?

Song brought a bowl of sugar water and stood at the door, knocking gently. "Jingzhi, are you tired? Come and have a bowl of sugar water to sweeten your mouth. Let's eat later and then go to the county."

After returning, Uncle An excitedly described the scene in Linjia Village to Mrs. Song. Children lined up to have An Jingzhi pat their heads. The village chief and several elders were there in person. In short, An Jingzhi had given his daughter Daya a lot of support today. Presumably, her in-laws wouldn't dare to embarrass Daya easily in the future.

Son-in-law Song was not worried. She was mainly wary of Daya's mother-in-law. She seemed kind and easy to get along with during the marriage discussion, but she remembered that when her family said that Jingzhi might not have time to send her off, Daya's mother-in-law's face froze.

An Jingzhi put down the book and took the bowl of sugar water. "Thank you, aunt. I'll eat it at home later."

Uncle An's wife was cooking on one side, and An's mother, who was out chatting all day and could not be seen, was making pancakes on the stove next to her. Every time the original owner came back, An's mother would make him a bunch of pancakes for him to take to school.

At first, it was fine. Later, as the original owner got older, he somehow began to dislike the things at home. He felt embarrassed to bring these oil cakes to school and refused several times. This time, An's mother also saw that her son seemed to have changed, so she thought of making some cakes for him to bring. She saw that her son had lost weight.

Aunt An sighed and said that An Jingzhi was the only one in the family who could call An's mother back.

After dinner, An Jingzhi was packing his luggage for the county school in his room. His mother and father came over hesitantly, holding a bundle. "Jingzhi, these are the pancakes I made. Do you want to take them to school?"

An Jingzhi took the bundle and could feel the warmth inside, faintly catching a scent. Seeing An Jingzhi remained silent, An's mother nudged An Laosan with her elbow, motioning for him to say something as well. An Laosan didn't know why, but everyone else commented on his son's change, saying he was more approachable. Why did he feel his son seemed more authoritative? He wasn't even afraid of his own father, yet he felt uncomfortable around his son. He acted like he was the son.

Unable to dissuade his wife, An Lao San forced a smile and said, "Your mother's cakes are delicious. I wanted to have a piece just now, but she wouldn't let me."

An Jingzhi laughed in his heart when he saw his father's cowardly look. He just deliberately showed a little bit of his former high-ranking aura in front of him and scared him like this. An Jingzhi did it on purpose because he looked confused.

He's just a student, and his father is so proud of him. If he gets admitted to higher examinations in the future, he'll be even more impressive. First, let him get used to listening to his son, so that he can be controlled in the future. Otherwise, if he gets into trouble and doesn't know his place, the whole family will suffer. In ancient times, there was a system of collective responsibility.

"It smells delicious. Mom's cakes must be delicious. Thank you, Mom."

Upon hearing this, An's mother couldn't stop laughing and said in an exaggerated tone: "Of course! Your mother's cooking skills are very good! Only our Jingzhi can cook it. Others want to eat it but they can't even get it yet." As she said this, she glanced at An Lao San.

An Lao San stood by innocently, watching this scene of loving mother and filial son. Why did Jing Zhi treat his mother differently than he did him? Could it be because of the pancake? He couldn't make it...

Seeing that the time was almost up, An Jingzhi quickly interrupted, "Mom, I have to go now. I'll talk to you next time."

Mother An looked as if she was still reluctant to leave. Her son had finally agreed to listen to her, so why was he leaving?

An's mother looked at An Jingzhi expectantly, "Why don't you ask your father to take you there? How about borrowing the village chief's ox cart to take you to school?" It was just right that she could go too, and they could chat for an hour on the way. How could chatting with the villagers be as important as talking to her son?

An Lao San hadn't expected his son to come back, and his face was frozen. Normally, he hoped his son would come back soon, but this time, he really wanted him to leave quickly! He felt uncomfortable even if his son looked at him for even a second.

An Jingzhi glanced at his father. "Mom, I have no problem with that, but I don't think Dad would like it."

An's mother glared at An Lao San. "What are you standing there for? Go borrow a bullock cart!" After watching An Lao San leave in disgrace, her mother turned around, her angry expression turning into a smile. "Why would your father be unwilling? He just can't talk."