Zhao Jin drank with Sanyang again, wishing them success in the coming year, and then everyone toasted to Zhao Zhongcheng for a bright future and a peaceful people!

Hearing the words "pacify and comfort the people", Zhao Jin felt his blood boiling, as if he had reached the peak of his life.

"Who in this world could have thought that a thief like me could become a provincial governor one day?" Zhao Zhongcheng was secretly excited, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his serious face.

Zhao Shixi had not dared to say anything until he saw that his father was in a good mood. He then plucked up the courage to stand up, holding up the wine glass and said, "Son, I also want to offer a glass of wine to father. In the past, I was ignorant and made father angry."

"..." Zhao Jin heard this and took a deep look at his son, who stood straight and energetic. His nose felt sore and his eyes became wet.

This, this, this child has really changed and become sensible!

He took a deep breath, nodded, took the glass, raised his head and drank it. Then he patted Zhao Hao's shoulder hard, and his gratitude to his little brother was beyond words.

~~

Seeing that the good-for-nothing performed so well, Zhao Hao decided to be a good person and granted him a night off, allowing his elder brother and son to stay as long as possible.

After watching Zhao Hao and the others return to the West Courtyard in an orderly manner, Zhao Shixi pinched the one thousand taels of bills hidden in his sleeve, and was so excited that he could not control himself - tonight, this young master would spend it all and take revenge for the suffering he had suffered during these days!

But before that, he had something more important to do - he must take this opportunity to escape from the clutches of King Zhao and Gao Wuchang...

Restraining the urge to go out and have fun, Zhao Shixi returned to the main room and asked Zhao Jin, who was talking to his old wife, "Dad, I want to go to Guizhou with you."

"Huh?" Zhao Jin was stunned when he heard that, then shook his head and said, "There is miasma in that place. You are still young, you can't go there."

"Then let me go home with my mother." Zhao Shixi had no choice but to compromise and said, "I promise to study hard when I go back."

Chang was obviously moved when she heard this, and she also looked at her husband. Her husband was not in Beijing anymore, and she had planned to go back to her hometown with her son next year.

"No." But Zhao Jin said decisively:

"You've only recovered for a few days. If you're out of your uncle's sight, you'll probably relapse into your old ways."

"Dad, I promise I won't..." Without King Zhao in front of him, Zhao Shixi finally dared to complain with a sad face:

"I beg you, I can't stand it anymore. I'm locked up in the yard every day to do boxing drills, eat in a big pot, sleep on a big bunk bed, and even have to report to go to the toilet. I almost forgot that I'm the son of the governor."

As he said this, he slapped himself subconsciously, and then cried, “Look, now when I say a swear word, I slap myself uncontrollably, Dad, I’m almost sick from sitting down.”

The old sister-in-law couldn't bear to cry when she heard this, but Zhao Jin snorted coldly and said, "This is all for your own good, you know? Not letting you go out is to make you completely cut off from those bad friends. Doing boxing exercises every day is to change your lazy and carefree appearance and turn you into a real man!"

"As for why you have to eat from a big pot, sleep on a big bunk bed, and even report to the toilet, it's all to change your temper." Zhao Jin made a brief guess and continued, "If you say something dirty, just slap yourself in the face. It's better than embarrassing my Zhao family everywhere!"

"You just speak for uncle," Chang finally couldn't help but complain, "You just leave it to others and let it fend for itself?"

"Yeah..." Zhao Shixi nodded vigorously, his eyes full of tears.

"How could I let him die on his own?" Zhao Jin sighed, looking misunderstood and said:

"Have you ever thought about this? At my age, wouldn't it be better for me to be a comfortable Guanglu Qing? Why should I go to Guizhou, a place with poor mountains and bad waters, to deal with those uncivilized Miao people?"

"Don't you dream of becoming a governor?" Chang muttered softly.

"That's part of the reason," Zhao Jin couldn't help but twitch his lips. He was helpless with this old woman who couldn't speak. He could only say:

"Another reason is that this fellow is not good at studying! I am planning to go to Guizhou and make more contributions to see if I can earn him a title of Jinyi Baihu, so that he can have a good meal in the future."

After a pause, he said to his wife earnestly, "Now you understand the painstaking efforts of my brother and I, right?"

Originally, the distinction between civil officials and military officials was clear, but since the Jingde Dynasty, the number of cases where the children of civil officials were given hereditary military positions has increased. The Ministry of War, the Governor-General, the Governor-General, the Military Preparations Director, and any other civil officials who had anything to do with the military had the opportunity to have their children inherit military positions such as the Jinyiwei Baihu. Even Xu Jie, Gao Gong, and Zhang Juzheng were no exception.

After all, this is equivalent to ensuring that all future generations have iron rice bowls. How can the Ming civil officials, who are never satisfied with taking advantage, let the military generals have all the glory?

In fact, Zhao Hao didn't think about it at all. He just wanted Gao Wu to use the model of Qi's army to discipline that useless guy.

But before that, he had already left an impression of a wise man with far-sightedness on his older brother.

Therefore, Zhao Jin couldn't help but think about the deeper meaning behind his actions like Sanyang did, and then realized these truths on his own...

If you don't have this ability, how can you have the nerve to be Sanyang's uncle?

~~

Hearing that his son could have a stable job for generations, Chang was very excited.

The eldest son at home would most likely be promoted to a civil servant, so she didn't need to worry about it. The only thing she was worried about was how her good-for-nothing second son would make a living in the future.

After hearing her husband's plan, she immediately wiped her tears with joy and said, "You two brothers are so tight-lipped. Why didn't you tell me about this plan earlier?"

"I was only appointed yesterday, why did you tell me so earlier?" Zhao Jin snorted, "But this useless guy has such a poor foundation. If I don't let you train hard for a few years, even if you give him an official position, he won't be able to pass the Ministry of War's examination!"

When Chang heard this, she was shocked!

If her husband worked so hard to earn his fame and fortune, but her son lost it because he was useless, she would be so angry that she would die...

Thinking of this, Chang said to her son with a serious face: "Xiwa, you have persisted for such a long time. I believe you will be fine."

After a pause, she steeled her heart and said, "Mom has decided. I will go south with your father, so that you don't have to rely on me here all the time."

So this woman is really cruel, and there is basically no chance for the man to survive.

"Okay, Madam finally understands." Zhao Jin was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately made a decision: "You can take the official ship with me to the south, and then I will ask my uncle in Yangzhou to arrange for you to return to your hometown."

Then Zhao Jin said to Zhao Shixi, who was in mourning, in a deep voice: "I have asked your uncle to treat you as his own son and discipline you strictly until you enter the Imperial Academy. You must serve your uncle as you would your father. Do you understand?"

"Oh..." Zhao Shixi was shaky and asked weakly, "Then when can I go to the Imperial College to study?"

"Wait until your father earns you a favor."

"Then when can you earn favor for me?"

"It will take at least three years..."

Zhao Shixi’s eyes went dark and he fainted.

~~

When he woke up, he was back in the familiar bunk bed.

Smelling the strong foot odor of the men in Caijia Lane and touching the curled ticket in his arms, Zhao Shixi silently shed tears.

They actually took advantage of me being unconscious and carried me back to the devil’s cave. Are they still my real parents?

At least, you have to let me spend the one thousand taels...

Is it possible that this money cannot be spent?

Oh my god!

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