"Dad, have all the exam questions for tomorrow been released yet?" Gu Xin had almost finished eating and, noticing the awkward atmosphere, spoke up to break the silence.
"Yes, it's out. The Ministry of Rites will be making arrangements first thing tomorrow morning," Gu Shouxin said.
"Arrange? How should we arrange it?" Gu Ren, who had been itching to speak for a long time, asked upon hearing this.
"It's like guessing riddles at a lantern festival. All the riddles from the seventeen countries are hung up, and the princes and princesses of the seventeen countries try to guess them. Of course, they can't guess their own country's riddles. In the end, the country represented by the person who answers the most riddles correctly wins. At the same time, each of the seventeen countries also offers a reward, which is given to the first person to answer their riddle. That's roughly how it works." Gu Shouxin was much more patient than before as he explained to the children.
"Second brother, is it only princes and princesses who can do this? Can ordinary people like us do it?" Uncle Gu had almost finished eating and started his talkative mode.
He's been a bit tired lately and isn't as talkative as he used to be; he usually starts talking only after he's eaten.
"Brother, you call yourself a commoner too?" Uncle Gu looked at Uncle Gu speechlessly.
“How can I not be an ordinary citizen? The Emperor bestowed upon me the title of Marquis of Good Farming, so I can focus on farming. Aren’t those who farm ordinary citizens? Fourth brother, I’ve gotten quite tanned lately, haven’t you noticed? All the fruits your wife eats are grown by me, an ordinary citizen, and many other ordinary citizens!” Uncle Gu sighed.
He's farmed all his life!
I wonder which son he should pass this title to.
“Speaking of this, I have to talk about the issue of inheriting my title. Father, Mother, Second Son, Fourth Son, look at my three sons. Enzi, you say he is the eldest grandson, but we can’t let him farm. Renren, he’s obviously not cut out for farming. And the youngest one is even less suited to it than Renren! I feel like I have no one to carry on the family line! I’m so worried!” Uncle Gu sighed deeply.
Grandpa Gu never expected his eldest son to ask this question at this time.
"If you think your first three sons aren't good enough, you can keep having more," Grandma Gu said casually, glancing at Uncle Gu.
Uncle Gu: "!"
Zhang: "!"
Everyone present: !
Zhang came to her senses: "Mother, this won't do! Your daughter-in-law is already over forty. You're going to kill her!"
Grandma Gu glanced at Zhang Shi: "Isn't it because the eldest son dislikes the three sons you gave birth to? He's very worried. What other way is there? Huihui doesn't seem like someone who's good at farming, and neither does Sisi. Are you really willing to give your family's title to the second or third wives?"
Zhang was taken aback, then waved her hand: "Mother, that's not what I meant. If Renren can't be trained, there's still the youngest! When the youngest can walk a long way on his own, his father will take him to the fields. Growing up in the fields, he'll be able to do it more or less."
Zhang paused for a moment, then said, "Speaking of this, I have to say something. Our youngest son is the most like his father. Enzi and Renren are nothing like each other, so I'd like to make a request, I wonder if that's alright?"
Everyone looked at Zhang.
Since Zhang was almost tricked by her family and lost Renren last time, she hasn't made any demands or caused any trouble for a long time.
It's been many years.
Therefore, everyone was very curious about the request she wanted to make.
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