Dong Shuangyan moved into the Marquis's Mansion awarded by the little emperor.

The young emperor allowed her to divorce her husband, but Dong Shuangyan did not divorce her scumbag father directly.

She wanted to make her scumbag father live in fear of being divorced forever, and let him experience the fear she had once experienced.

The scumbag father moved into the Marquis's mansion with her, but all the concubines in the backyard were dismissed.

Only Shen Xiaoniang followed Dong Shuangyan and her scumbag father to live in the Marquis' Mansion.

The status of the scumbag father and Dong Shuangyan seemed to be reversed.

The scumbag dad turned into a humble man, no longer caring about his business, and spent every day thinking about how to please Dong Shuangyan.

As for his promising son, even if he is more promising and passes the imperial examination and becomes an official, won't he still have to bow and salute in front of the marquis?

What's more, he finally understood that his promising son didn't care about him at all. In the past six months, no matter how he tried to please him, An Chunming never treated him well.

In order to avoid him, he often stayed at Master Bai's house until late.

An Jingzhi and Dong Shuangyan sat in the octagonal pavilion. Various cakes, fruits, teas and drinks were placed on the table in front of the pavilion. He said leisurely, "Mom, how do you feel?"

Just now, the scumbag dad came over again with the ginseng soup he made to please Dong Shuangyan, but was scolded away by Dong Shuangyan with an expressionless face.

Dong Shuangyan said happily, "Looking at his face, I realized how stupid I was before."

"Tell me about him. He has nothing to offer. How could I, your mother, have been so blind as to fall for him in the first place?"

Dong Shuangyan looked at An Jingzhi and said, "Luckily, I have you. Son, you are right. Whether you are a man or a woman, you must have your own means of making a living."

Dong Shuangyan was given the title of marquis and had more land under her name, part of which she used to grow cotton.

Nowadays, the cotton-padded clothing business is getting better and better.

“Mother, you are a marquis now, why did you think of taking Shen Xiaoniang and the others with you before you left?”

Plans cannot keep up with changes. In the original owner's memory, the Turks' southward migration actually happened a few years later, but An Jingzhi did not expect such a major change to occur.

It seems that the previous series of actions against An Chunming are no longer necessary.

After being together for such a long time, no matter what, there is some affection. Originally, An Jingzhi wanted to persuade Dong Shuangyan to bring Shen Xiaoniang and her son.

Unexpectedly, Dong Shuangyan took the initiative to bring it along.

"Do you think your mother is heartless? We've been together for so long, and I really like Sister Shen."

"Chunming is also a good boy. Since he can read, let him continue to study."

Dong Shuangyan's thoughts on helping Shen Xiaoniang and her son have become more pure now. She doesn't ask for any reward from them, she just thinks it's worth it.

Just as An Jingzhi had expected, Dong Shuangyan embarked on the road of business. With the status of a marquis, this business road went more smoothly.

Cotton started from Zeyun County and gradually spread to the entire Wei Empire.

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modern.

A group of travelers were walking along a country road.

"Wow, the ruins of Zeyun County are so well preserved."

"Yes, it's worth the trip. After all, our trip wasn't in vain."

"Was cotton first promoted here? Is it possible that it was promoted in other dynasties, but the history of the Wei Dynasty is better preserved?"

"How is that possible? If it had already been promoted before the Wei Dynasty, then how did Dong Shuangyan get the title of Marquis of Cheng'en?"

"Yes, Dong Shuangyan, as a woman, was able to obtain the title of marquis in that feudal ancient times. She must have made great contributions. If cotton-padded clothes had been available before then, the supplies she donated wouldn't seem so precious."

"Xiao Fen is right. Back then, people used furs, willow catkins, and straw to keep warm. But there wasn't enough fur. There were definitely too many people for the rations, so most people had to endure the cold."

"I heard that it was because of the cotton clothes donated by Dong Shuangyan that the soldiers on the front won a victory."

"Yes, yes, I've read about this battle in the history books of the Great Wei. The Turks were fierce back then, and they were used to the cold winters. If the soldiers on the border didn't have supplies to keep warm, they probably wouldn't even be able to lift their weapons."

The few of them chatted as they walked, visited the cotton fields, and then visited the Marquis Cheng'en's Mansion.

"This place is so huge, with pavilions, rockery and flowing water. I can't even imagine how happy it would be to live here."

"Come on, go live in your dreams."

Everyone laughed.

"Hey, come and see, there is an ancestral hall in this Marquis's mansion."

Everyone looked up and saw several portraits above the ancestral hall, which introduced the life of the portrait's owner.

"An Jingzhi? He's actually the inventor of billiards? No way, he's the son of Marquis Cheng'en!"

"Billiards is becoming more and more formal nowadays, and there are even international competitions. But in ancient times, it was considered a waste of time, right?"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses explained, "I read an unofficial history that said An Jingzhi became acquainted with Emperor Wu of Wei because of billiards. He even organized a national billiards tournament, which brought a lot of income to the treasury of Emperor Wu of Wei. He was considered a real moneymaker for him."

"No way, so impressive? You even thought of holding a billiards tournament at that time?"

Another young man exclaimed, "Look! Isn't this An Taile, the old minister of the Wei Dynasty who served through five dynasties?"

"What? He and An Jingzhi are also from the same family? The history books don't mention that much!"

The middle-aged man, full of knowledge, chuckled again and said, "You young people, textbooks are limited. How much can they cover? If you want to understand history, you still need to read more of those thick ancient historical books."

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