Jiang Shuyun left behind her writings and departed from the headmaster's study.

This time, Jiang Shuyun and the headmaster gained a new understanding of each other.

The headmaster remarked that Jiang Shuyun was bold in her thinking and actions, and also had a clear understanding of her own strengths and weaknesses.

Be down-to-earth and don't aim too high.

Most importantly, he has a grateful heart.

Putting aside everything else, how many of the students in their academy relied on the money earned by their mothers and wives who worked day and night, burning the midnight oil, to embroider their wares and support their studies and the imperial examinations?

However, how many of these students can openly talk about such things and sincerely thank their mothers and wives?

Jiang Shuyun did it. He thanked his wife and acknowledged her efforts. Such magnanimity is not something that ordinary people possess.

Jiang Shuyun had no idea that she was so highly regarded by the headmaster.

He remarked that the headmaster truly deserved to be called a great Confucian scholar; despite his status and position, he was still able to care about the affairs of ordinary people alongside him.

In ancient times, there were not many people like this. They studied hard, took the imperial examinations, and became officials. What they saw more often was high-ranking official positions and generous salaries.

Looking up is the norm; very few people look down. And when they do look down, even fewer can see the real lives of ordinary people.

Two people, decades apart in age, felt they had entered each other's hearts and developed a deep mutual respect.

After Jiang Shuyun left, the headmaster finally read the article he had brought. The entire article contained no flowery language; it simply used straightforward language to describe what he had seen and heard, and the thoughts that arose from that experience.

There was no criticism, no lengthy discourse; every word had its own significance.

The headmaster read it twice to calm himself down before he picked up his pen to write the letter.

Not long after, Jiang Shuyun's article and the headmaster's letter were sent away together.

Jiang Shuyun, completely unaware of the situation, finished her afternoon classes and packed her things early to go home.

"Jiang Jiangshu, thank goodness you haven't left. This is what the headmaster asked me to give you: the names of the two young masters in your household."

Jiang Shuyun took the envelope, thanked the headmaster's attendant, and put the envelope away. He planned to go home and read it with Yi'an.

The headmaster's attendant watched Jiang Shuyun walk away and sighed inwardly. He never expected that this young man would be valued by the headmaster.

Jiang Shuyun was very happy that her two boys finally had names.

It's been almost three months, and he's still being called "brother" and "younger brother."

Upon arriving at her home, Jiang Shuyun alighted from the carriage and headed straight for the main courtyard.

"Yi'an, Yi'an, brother, brother has a name now."

"What? Brother, what happened to my brother?"

Mu Yi'an had just finished looking at the ledgers and was feeling dizzy, so she didn't hear clearly.

"Headmaster, we've chosen names for the two little ones."

"Really? What's your name?"

"I haven't seen it yet. I just got it and was planning to watch it with you when I got back."

Jiang Shuyun took out an envelope from her bosom and handed it to Yi'an.

"Let me see what it is?"

Mu Yi'an took the envelope, feeling happy. Jiang Shuyun had really put a lot of thought into her.

"Jiang Shaoke, Jiang Shaorong."

Mu Yi'an looked at the two names on the paper; they sounded quite nice. As for their meanings, she hadn't had a chance to look into them yet.

"Let me see."

Jiang Shuyun took the paper, and the powerful, vigorous characters written by Shan Chang appeared before her eyes.

"Ke symbolizes nobility and beauty."

Rong means to accommodate and tolerate, symbolizing tolerance and inclusiveness.

The headmaster offered his blessings to the two children, hoping they would grow up to be cheerful and outgoing people.

Jiang Shuyun thought this was good; at the very least, the child should have a good personality and know how to be grateful.

As for how far they can go in the future, that depends on how much effort they put in.

"I really have to thank the headmaster. Sigh, the thought of giving gifts gives me a headache."

"What's wrong? Don't know what to give?"

"That's right. In modern times, women can't go wrong if they wear expensive cosmetics and bags."

For men, giving them a bottle of good wine and a pack of good cigarettes is basically enough to win them over.

The main issue is that my social circle doesn't have many high-class recipients for gifts. However, in ancient times, there were many customs and etiquette surrounding gift-giving.

Mu Yi'an was really having a headache. Fortunately, she had Sister Fang and Sister Wei to help her figure it out. Otherwise, she would have pulled her hair out and still not figured it out.

"If you don't understand, then I understand even less. I've never given a gift before."

Jiang Shuyun felt that in her previous life, for more than forty years, she was like someone living in an ivory tower abroad, ignorant of the ways of the world.

"Forget it, we don't need to think about it so much. As long as we do our best and don't make any big mistakes or break any taboos, nothing else matters."

Mu Yi'an is now very good at comforting herself and doesn't dwell on things.

"I don't know about others, but it's much easier to send it to the headmaster."

He likes our side dishes. We probably finished the ones we sent before, so I'll send some more tomorrow.

Jiang Shuyun also heard about it from the headmaster's steward, who was a loyal servant who had always followed the headmaster.

“We have a lot of side dishes at home, all kinds of flavors, take some with you.”

Also, take some of the bean products made on the estate. The headmaster should have his own chef, right? He knows how to season them.

Mu Yi'an thought that it would be great if everyone could give food as a gift.

However, food should not be given away lightly.

The two talked for a while, and then the child woke up.

"Shuyun, go and tell your father the names of the two children first."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot."

Jiang Shuyun only thought about coming back and telling Yi'an, forgetting about her father.

After Jiang's father arrived, he stayed in the outer courtyard. He loved reading. He copied books every day, and when he got tired, he would go out for a walk.

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