However, when she told Wang about her thoughts, Wang was skeptical. She didn't believe that Chuanwen would donate that much money so easily; that little girl was very shrewd!
The next day, a banner was unfurled at the girls' school, thanking Chuanwu for donating 30,000 taels of silver. As everyone in the streets discussed who this Chuanwu was, Wang finally realized the purpose of that little girl, Chuanwen.
First, Xu Yan and Chuan Rui used business to curry favor with court officials, and now Chuan Wen is buying a good reputation for her brother!
Wang was so angry that her teeth itched. She laughed inwardly, thinking that Chuanwen was still too young. He didn't even know how to buy a reputation. He had spent so much money. Now everyone on the street was laughing at Chuanwu for being a spendthrift. He could have done so much with all that money and donated it to a girls' school!
Since ancient times, there has never been a girls' school. Now that a girls' school has been opened, only a few families will send their daughters there. Most people will just watch it for novelty and amusement. This girls' school will close down sooner or later!
Upon seeing the banner, not only Wang Shi was angry, but also Tang Fengxing, who had wanted to kidnap Chuanwu to earn some ransom.
Tang Fengxing stormed into the manufacturing camp in a fit of rage, pointing her finger at Chuanwu and trying to question him about why he donated money. But it was his own money, and he could do whatever he wanted with it. It was none of her business to interfere. She was so angry that she was speechless.
Finally, Tang Fengxing, who had been furious, stopped being angry and said to Chuanwu, who was staring at her blankly, "Take one hundred taels to learn a skill."
Chuanwu was surprised, "Didn't I give you a thousand taels as a gift for becoming my disciple?"
Tang Fengxing resorted to shamelessness, basically saying: "If you want to learn, pay up."
Chuanwu rubbed his buttocks. He had been beaten yesterday. If the emperor hadn't issued an imperial decree ordering him to prioritize the production of airplanes and cannons, his grandfather would have beaten him even harder.
Chuanwu spread his hands and said, "I don't have a single penny left."
Then he added, "Master, I'm not the only one who deceived the Second Prince. If we can't figure out how to make amends by developing airplanes and cannons, I won't be the only one punished by the Emperor."
Tang Fengxing wasn't buying it. If she didn't have money to gamble, she'd rather be dead.
When Chuanwu saw that his master was determined to be a scoundrel, he was in a dilemma, as he really didn't have a single penny left.
Chuanwu was in a daze, but Zhang Qing was still very happy. Chuanwu's donation also broadened her fundraising ideas. She had a stone tablet specially carved and placed at the entrance of the girls' school. In the future, whoever donates to the girls' school will have their name and the amount of donation engraved on it.
Of course, only Chuanwu's name was listed there all alone. Many people came to watch the spectacle, pointing at Chuanwu's name and laughing, calling him an idiot. Chuanwu sneezed countless times that day.
In the Prime Minister's residence, Madam Zhang was sighing by the window. She had given birth to three daughters, two of whom were already married. Now, her youngest daughter was of marriageable age, but her husband wouldn't let her interfere. He said he had already found a suitable match and all she had to do was wait for the date to be set and go to pick her up a day in advance!
If the family he had chosen was a good one, she wouldn't have said anything. But the Gong family he chose was a family that only knew how to stick to the rules. They even forced their daughter to hang herself to be buried with her husband after he died!
She's so heartless to her own daughter; she can't even imagine how much suffering her younger daughter would have to endure if she really married him!
Just as he was lost in thought, a servant came to report that the manager of the most remote village had arrived.
Mrs. Zhang's eyes lit up as soon as she heard this, and she hurried to the living room to meet the person.
Uncle Wu had lost his New Year's goods and was too ashamed to come, but remembering that he still had the account books from the past few years in his pocket, he shamelessly came.
After hearing about his experiences in the capital, Madam Zhang said, "It's alright if the things are gone, as long as you're safe."
Then, without even looking at the account book, she couldn't wait to ask Uncle Wu how her youngest daughter, Qing'er, was doing.
Uncle Wu went to see Zhang Qing last night. Knowing that Zhang Qing did not want to acknowledge the Prime Minister's residence, and that he had watched the child grow up, he naturally sided with Zhang Qing. He followed Zhang Qing's advice and only said that she had previously sent a letter to the estate saying that she had come to the capital and was doing well, so they did not need to worry. He knew nothing else.
When Madam Zhang heard that her youngest daughter had come to the capital, she was first surprised. If she had come to the capital, why didn't she come home? But she quickly thought of that heartless man. He had been so resolute all these years, he must have broken her daughter's heart. Why would she come back?
After Uncle Wu left, Madam Zhang kept weeping, feeling that her life had been too bitter. She had not been able to reunite with her own flesh and blood all these years, and now that her own flesh and blood had come to the capital, they did not want to see them. She blamed it all on that heartless man.
Therefore, when Zhang returned from court and brought up the matter of his youngest daughter's marriage to the Gong family again, Madam Zhang slapped him across the face.
Zhang Hui was a man who adhered to the traditional Confucian values of obedience, submission, and virtue. Although he was accommodating to his wife in many ways because he loved her, and even when he was kicked out of the house, he would not complain. However, if it involved something he considered serious, once he made a decision, nothing his wife could say would change his mind.
This is why Madam Zhang had no choice but to send her youngest daughter to the estate, even though she was very reluctant. Besides, her youngest daughter did bear some responsibility for her father-in-law's death at that time.
So Zhang Hui never expected his wife to hit him, and he was a little stunned for a moment.
"Do you know how the Gong family's daughter died?"
Madam Zhang stared at him coldly, but tears were already welling up in her eyes, and she asked him almost through gritted teeth.
Zhang Hui's face was burning; one-third of it was from the pain, one-third from the heartache and grievance that his wife had hit him, and the remaining third from the embarrassment of a grown man being violated by a woman.
But seeing that his wife was also angry, he had no choice but to patiently answer her question, "A woman follows her husband after marriage. If her husband dies, does she not want to be buried with him? Does she want to remarry?"
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