Zhu Zhi's affair caused quite a stir in Fengjing. Young ladies from prominent families carefully investigated their fiancés, and in a short time, four or five young men were found to have mistresses and were subsequently jilted.
For a time, all the eligible young men and women in Fengjing felt insecure.
Only the children in the second courtyard remained carefree, harboring their own plans.
"I wonder if Third Brother has received any food, drink, or supplies." Jiang Sheng tilted her head. "It would be great if there was something that would allow us to talk to Third Brother directly."
"It would be even better if there was something that would allow me to talk to Third Brother face-to-face," Wen Zhiyun muttered as he lay down.
Changyan glanced at them and said, "It would be even better if there was something that could fly to Third Brother in half a day."
The three children looked at each other and sighed at the same time.
Zheng Ruqian curled his lip, "I think your brains have been messed up from reading too many storybooks. You're all daydreaming and not doing anything productive."
He pointed to Xu Mo, who was sitting upright reading, and said, "Could you learn diligence from your older brother?"
When it comes to diligence, Xu Mo is undoubtedly the number one among the children. He sits there from dawn until noon, still sitting upright.
"Big brother sits all day, won't his butt get calluses?" Jiang Sheng suddenly muttered to himself.
As Changyan and Wen Zhiyun were pondering how to respond to this, the elder brother, who was reading a book, coughed softly.
Jiang Sheng quickly buried her head in her sleeves, muttering to herself: Big brother can't hear me, big brother can't hear me.
Xu Mo glanced back, a mixture of amusement and helplessness in his eyes.
However, he did not study diligently today, but instead kept thinking about Zhu Sihuan's unusual behavior.
Given how cunning this person is, he shouldn't have lost his composure in front of Xu Mo. Once he shows any unusual behavior, there are only two possibilities that Chang Yan analyzed.
First, he genuinely lost his composure, leading to the conclusion that he cared about the Tao family girl.
Second, his lapse in composure was feigned, but his purpose was definitely to lure Xu Mo into discovering it.
Regardless, Zhu Sihuan was hoping that Xu Mo would make a move.
In the past, Xu Mo would have been cautious, weighed things over repeatedly, and considered the consequences.
But now, Zhu Zhi's carefree and happy life deeply stung Xu Mo's heart, and he couldn't help but want to be bolder, even bolder, even if it meant dealing with a tiger for its skin.
“I want to cooperate with Zhu Sihuan.” After thinking it over, he said softly.
Jiang Sheng, who was still embarrassed and annoyed, Xiao Si and Xiao Wu, who were whispering, and Zheng Ruqian, who was cleaning his ears, all sat up straight.
“Zhu Sihuan must want to cooperate with me, which is why he has repeatedly acted strangely in front of me,” Xu Mo said softly. “So I granted his wish and accompanied him on this trip.”
Since arriving in Fengjing, the siblings have been mired in the quagmire of this bustling city.
There is no turning back, only moving forward.
Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian were willing to put in a lot of effort in the preserved meat business for the sake of their dignity, even at the cost of offending the head manager of Youranju.
Xu Mo was also willing to cooperate with the powerful and influential for the sake of his dignity, thus penetrating deep into the wealthy circles of Fengjing.
Bringing down Zhu Zhi is only the first step; establishing a firm foothold in Fengjing is the most important thing.
"Big brother."
Chang Yan was the first to stand up.
Wen Zhiyun, Jiang Sheng, and Zheng Ruqian followed closely behind, their four pairs of eyes looking over with support and trust.
“Brother, whatever you want to do, just let go,” Changyan said earnestly. “We will always stand behind you and go through fire and water for you without hesitation.”
Zheng Ruqian, Jiang Sheng, and Wen Zhiyun all nodded in unison.
Among my younger siblings, some are cunning, some are tongue-tied, some are gluttonous, and some are weak-willed.
But no matter what, they all loved and supported him so sincerely.
Xu Mo smiled faintly, a few drops of moisture welling up in the corners of her eyes, which she quickly blinked away.
The next day.
Xu Mo then approached Zhu Sihuan and whispered in a secluded spot, "Brother Zhu, if you need any help, please feel free to tell me."
Zhu Sihuan was startled. After glancing around, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother Xu, please don't joke. I am a direct descendant of a collateral branch of the Zhu family. Is there anything I can help you with?"
The saying goes, "A master craftsman is beaten to death with sticks."
Frankness drives scheming people crazy.
Zhu Sihuan, who was used to playing dirty tricks, was taken aback by Xu Mo's bluntness and instinctively denied everything.
Xu Mo didn't mind, smiled faintly, and turned to leave.
This time it was Zhu Siheng's turn to panic. He grabbed Xu Mo's sleeve, looked around, and then dared to whisper, "Brother Xu, do you know that speaking so bluntly can scare people to death?"
"Is that so?" Xu Mo asked back. "It's pointless to beat around the bush. Brother Zhu, you can speak frankly. As long as the interests are right, anything is possible."
Zhu Sihuan was stunned.
After a long while, he lowered his voice and said, "I want to become a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial-level imperial examinations), and I need to do it as soon as possible. I can't wait three years."
The imperial examination for the title of Juren in the Dayu Dynasty was held every three years. It was just held this April, and the next one can only be held in three years.
But Zhu Sihuan couldn't wait three years. He wanted to become a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial examinations) again, which was tantamount to walking from Fengjing to the northern frontier and still having to survive.
Xu Mo opened his eyes wide, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Zhu Sihuan knew he was putting him in a difficult position, so he grabbed him again, saying, "It doesn't matter if I don't become a Juren, I need to make people believe that I will definitely become a Juren in three years."
Ultimately, it all comes down to the saying, "The Tao family's daughter will only marry a scholar who has passed the imperial examinations."
Zhu Sihuan dropped all pretense, his eyes revealing a hint of urgency; he truly saw Xu Mo as his lifeline.
He knew that if he didn't work harder, the girl he loved would have to marry someone else.
After a moment of stunned silence, Xu Mo realized he had made the right bet.
He gently pulled out the wrinkled corner of his sleeve and said slowly, "Leave this matter to me, Zhu the Great Scholar."
Rising to fame is never difficult.
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