In the afternoon, Da Niu followed Ding Youtian to the clan school. When the father and daughter were almost there, they saw Meng. She had her hands in her sleeves and was wearing a headscarf. When she saw the father and daughter coming, she spat, twisted her big butt, and turned away.
Meng was waiting for the Grand Tutor. After dinner, the Grand Tutor rested in the Dabao Room. Ding Youtian's first class of the afternoon was his. He rested for over half an hour, and when Lai Xi was about to go in and call him, he woke up on his own. He washed his face, drank a cup of hot tea, and then leisurely went to the clan school.
"You are the teacher from the capital, right?" Meng had been waiting for the tutor in the cold wind. When she saw him coming, she hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.
"That's right. I wonder what this elder sister wants to see me about?" The Taifu saw that she seemed to be a little older than himself, so he called her elder sister.
"I want to ask something. If my grandson becomes the top scholar and an official in the future, can he ask for an imperial decree for me?" Meng didn't hesitate and went straight to the point.
Gao said her son could only ask for an imperial decree for her, which left Meng feeling uneasy. She remembered that she could have asked for an imperial decree for her grandmother. Now that the dynasty had changed, she wasn't sure if the rules had changed. If so, she didn't intend to let Ding Quan continue his studies. She wouldn't have wasted her money and let Gao get away with it.
The Grand Tutor didn't know that the old woman in front of him was Ding Youtian's mother. He just thought she was an ordinary village woman. For an ordinary village woman to know that Xiao wanted to obtain an imperial decree was considered knowledgeable. He said with a smile: "One must be an official of the fifth rank to request an imperial decree for his wife, mother, and even grandmother. I wonder what the surname of the grandson of your eldest sister is..."
Before the Grand Tutor could finish his words, Meng hurried away.
She had already found out what she wanted to know, and after freezing in the cold wind for more than half an hour, she didn't want to stay there for another second.
The Grand Tutor was not surprised and continued to walk towards the clan school with a smile on his face.
In the afternoon, when Dabao came home from school, he learned that Erniu and Sanniu had a fight on their father's birthday, so he also punished them to face the wall for half an hour.
Dabao is the eldest brother and the only male among his siblings. Influenced by the patriarchal ideas of Old Ding and the Meng family, Erniu and Sanniu also accepted the punishment obediently and dared not disobey.
Jane Ning discovered that her prestige in the eyes of the two little ones was not as high as that of Dabao and Da Niu, but it was okay as long as the older brother and sister could control them.
The next day, Ding Zhu, who married Wu Fengfu as a concubine, returned home in a carriage in a high-profile manner, bringing with her a lot of food. Two yamen runners followed her and Wu Fengfu carrying large and small bags. Ding Zhu, who had been crying and refusing to get married the night before her wedding, now looked as proud as a peacock with its feathers spread.
She was deeply shocked the day she married into the Wu family. Although Wu Fengfu was a small clerk, he had a considerable family background. His wife was the daughter of a wealthy man and had brought a silk and cloth shop as a dowry. The business was well-managed and the family had large houses made of blue bricks and tiles. That night, Wu Fengfu gave Ding Zhu more than one or two taels of silver and asked her to use it to buy rouge and powder.
When had Ding Zhu ever had so much money in her hands since she was a child? Thinking of her father saying that she was lucky to marry Wu Fengfu, she looked at Wu Fengfu again and found him much more pleasing to the eye.
Today, she was dressed in new clothes and happily returned to her parents' home with Wu Fengfu. Seeing the smile on her face, Liu's heart finally settled down. She thought to herself, her husband and his parents-in-law are really sensible. Which girl in the village would ride a horse carriage when she got married? Her daughter was the first one!
Ding Zhu was delighted, and so was Mrs. Liu, busy running around, her back unconsciously straightened. Mrs. Meng was also very proud, her face brightened, and she spoke with full energy to the villagers who had come to watch the excitement. Then she saw the butcher woman mixed in with the onlookers, met her gaze, and ran away with her tail between her legs. She felt extremely relieved.
But when she turned around and saw Ding Zhu directing the yamen runners to move the things they had brought into Liu's room, she couldn't help but curse Ding Zhu inwardly, "You're such a money-loser! Just moving them to Liu's room means they belong to her and can enjoy them?"
No way! What are you thinking? If there is no division of the family property, everything must be handed over. She made up her mind that as soon as they left, she would go and snatch all the things back.
The children from several rooms all came to the main courtyard. Ding Zhu happily distributed the cakes and candies she brought to the children, even the three children from the fifth room got some.
What's so arrogant about being a concubine to a middle-aged man? She's not even ashamed. Fang brought in some tea and passed by Ding Zhu, secretly spitting.
She was in a bad mood today. She had mentioned the family division to the second son this morning. The second son said that the fifth son had not come back yet. What if he made a fortune outside? Wouldn't it be a huge loss if the family division was now completed?
Fang knew that the second son didn't dare to mention this matter to his parents at all. She was very disappointed in him, but she didn't want to push him too hard. After all, they had two daughters in the second branch. If they really got divorced, it would be difficult for her daughters to find husbands in the future. She could only hope that the fifth son would come back soon so that the second son would have no excuse to delay any further.
Lying in bed, Old Dingtou listened to the children's laughter and chatter and couldn't help but think of Old Five. He had been eating his meals for over twenty years, and now he'd been away for so long without even a word. If he didn't come back by next spring, the family would be left without a laborer.
He was still counting on the fifth son to come back and farm, but he didn't know that his fifth son had already transformed into Feng Qingzi. After Feng Qingzi killed King Zhao that day, his emotions gradually stabilized.
He decided to go all the way and turned King Zhao into a pool of blood.
He didn't take him seriously at all because he was just an unpopular prince. Unexpectedly, that night, the soul of King Zhao appeared in his space, covered in blood and roaring at him to return his life!
After that, Feng Qingzi couldn't sleep for several days. His head was filled with ghostly screams and howling sounds, which gave him a splitting headache and made him half-crazy. But one day, Feng Qingzi, who was almost going crazy, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He realized that immortals and demons are one family. If he couldn't become an immortal, he would become a demon.
Feng Qingzi forced himself to calm down, sat cross-legged and silently recited the Great Demon Heart Sutra, and began to practice the art of exorcism, trying to control the undead gathered in his space and refine them one by one into his killing weapons.
Time quietly crept through Feng Qingzi's eyebrows and eyes. At midnight on the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Feng Qingzi, having accomplished his mission, came out of retreat.
After nearly a month of seclusion, Feng Qingzi's appearance had changed dramatically. His dark hair had turned turkey red, and his eyes were bulging. He walked to the exit of the secret room, and the wind blew a strand of his hair. He glanced at it, his feet stagnating, and then he raised his sword.
In the candlelight, he stared at the cold and gloomy longsword, grinning at the man in the sword with his white teeth. As he smiled, the turkey red color of his hair slowly turned black, and his eyes gradually returned to normal. He looked exactly like Lao Wu, the country bumpkin.
He put away his sword, touched his face with it, and walked out of the secret room with his hands behind his back.
The huge Prince Zhao's Mansion was silent. Prince Zhao had been missing for nearly a month. Feng Qingzi suddenly became curious about how the concubines in Prince Zhao's Mansion would spend the long night. He sneaked into the backyard and ran into Princess Zhao who was having an affair.
The thief was a handsome servant in Prince Zhao's mansion. He rushed in and killed the servant with a palm. The Princess of Zhao was so scared that she curled up in the quilt and trembled, begging him not to tell Prince Zhao, otherwise her life would be in danger.
Prince Zhao? Feng Qingzi stared at Princess Zhao and chuckled.
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