Jin Wenting felt a surge of anger.
Now, the Emperor's grandfather is not in good health, and the court is urging him to establish a crown prince. The Emperor's grandfather has seven sons, all of whom have been granted the title of king, and he has not shown any inclination to appoint anyone as crown prince.
Inside the court, the emperor's father and several uncles were secretly fighting fiercely, and many people said that the emperor's grandfather was focusing his attention on his grandsons.
Therefore, if the heir of a royal family is outstanding and valued by the emperor, it adds a significant advantage to the prince's own family.
Jin Wenting has always been favored by Emperor Xinglong, and has long been a thorn in the side of his uncles, cousins and other relatives. Even his own father's brothers from his stepmother's family are eyeing him covetously.
This so-called "favorite" may not be his confidant; it might even be a trap set by someone else to smear him!
If this matter is suddenly exposed when the struggle for the crown prince in the court reaches a fever pitch, he and his father will be caught off guard and will definitely be caught off guard.
Jin Wenting's mind raced. He thought to himself that when he got back, he would definitely investigate thoroughly and never let these bastards off easily.
At the same time, he felt somewhat relieved.
If it weren't for my own misfortune and being stranded in this remote village, I probably wouldn't have discovered the clues. At best, I would have been in a panic; at worst, my reputation would have been ruined, and all my efforts would have been in vain!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief. The girl on his back was still gently stroking his fur, stroking him gently, making his spine feel comfortable. He turned his head and gently licked the back of her hand.
Tong Su snapped back to reality when she felt a sizzling sensation on the back of her hand, and chuckled as she ruffled his hair.
"It's not biting me now?"
Jin Wenting snorted and turned his head away, refusing to look at him.
Tongsu stroked his fur again and continued thinking.
My father's annual salary was fifty taels of silver. Over the years, with the addition of rewards and pensions, he had saved more than two hundred taels and also owned six mu of land in the countryside.
Life is manageable, but when it comes to reading, one inevitably feels constrained.
Before printing technology collapsed, a single copy of the Analects in a bookstore could cost a full five hundred coins. Xia Qingzhai had left behind quite a few books, but it was far from enough; she still had to find ways to supplement her family's income and increase income while cutting back on expenses.
Now, an important question has been placed before them:
Who will farm these six acres of land?
To hire tenants, one must be of good character, trustworthy, strong, and hardworking. But such people would naturally already own land; why would they go back to rent land from others?
After dinner, Tongsu was still thinking about this matter. Xia's mother was doing embroidery by the light from the window. After finishing a handkerchief, she beckoned Tongsu over to take a look.
Just then, an angry shout came from outside, and a chaotic crowd rushed out from all directions of the village.
"Has Tiehu had another episode?"
"What illness? I think he's possessed! Burn him, burn him to death, so he doesn't spread to the rest of the village!"
"Poor thing, he used to be a very skilled farmer, how did he end up with this strange illness! His mother sold all the family's land, but she still couldn't cure him!"
A skilled farmer?
Has Tian Quan sold out completely?
Tong Su's eyes lit up; this was exactly the kind of person she was looking for.
Could it be that I searched high and low without finding it, only to have it come to me effortlessly?
Tongsu and Xia's mother exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. They quickly put down what they were holding and went out together.
"Aww—"
Jin Wenting jumped off the bench, dragging his splinted leg, and stumbled after him. Tong Su turned around at the sound, saw him fussing about going out to see, and simply grabbed him, scooped him into her arms, and carried him out.
"Don't move around too much. Your leg isn't healed yet. What if you twist it again?"
Jin Wenting, taking advantage of his thick short hair covering his face, lay on her chest as if nothing was wrong, turned his head away, and remained silent.
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