Chapter 393 Left Behind Husband

"Are you stealing money, Brother Bai?" He Zheng said with a smile, "Although this money is not much, it is also earned by us. It seems that making money is not that difficult. I made 500 Wen in one day."

Wei Xinglu interjected: "That's because we met Mr. Xie, otherwise we would still be selling eggs in the market now."

Shen Yibai said puzzledly: "This Boss Xie is also strange. He asked us to go over and ask questions for an entire afternoon. I don't quite understand. Are those questions so curious? Even if I am better than them... but Qin Ye is also better than us. I am not curious about Qin Ye."

Zong Wenxiu smiled faintly and said, "You are used to meeting so many powerful people. When I lived in the slums, if I could meet such people, I would also be very curious about what the outside world is like."

The little devil was somewhat touched. He sighed and said, "It turns out that the academies in each place are different. No wonder there are so many people from the capital on the list of the Tongzike. Many people outside dare not come to the capital to take the exam, and don't even know about the Tongzike."

Zong Wenxiu sighed and said, "So the world of great harmony described in the Book of Rites is indeed not that easy to realize."

The young boys walked back to the carriage.

Su Xi and Xu Wan had been waiting there for a long time.

Xu Wan waved at them and ordered the servants to pass them wet towels to wipe their faces. Zong Jincheng ran over with the towel, waving a tael of silver in his hand, and reported the results to her: "Mother, look! Silver! We've sold all the eggs!"

Xu Wan looked at the ounce of silver and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is it still an integer? I thought it would be a pile of copper plates."

The little devil smiled and said, "Thank you, Boss, for changing it to silver because he was worried that it would be inconvenient for us to carry it."

"Who is Boss Xie?" Xu Wan asked as she had someone arrange for them to get on the carriage.

Amid the curses of his brothers being abandoned, Zong Jincheng got into Xu Wan's carriage and excitedly told her about his adventure today.

The sun gradually set and the carriage headed towards the capital.

When we arrived at the mansion, it was already late and the people in the mansion had already prepared the food.

But Su Xi still gave each of them a steamed bun to fill their stomachs and asked them to write two poems before they could have dinner.

Under the candlelight, Su Xi watched their homework while writing and drawing with a pen.

Xu Wan reminded him, "Sir, have your meal first. You are exhausted from running around all day. You can wait until tomorrow."

Su Xi sighed repeatedly and shook his head.

Seeing him like this, Xu Wan asked subconsciously, "Is today's poem too bad?"

Su Xi put the homework aside and said helplessly: "It's not that it's bad, but it's not poetic. They were asked to write a simple story about selling eggs, but they wrote about the world of Datong in the Book of Rites. The idea is good, but that is the direction of policy theory..."

Xu Wan touched her nose and dared not say a word.

Policy writing is their strength, but it is also a stumbling block in learning poetry.

Su Xi said seriously: "I don't think your children have any hope of becoming great poets. They don't have that talent."

Xu Wan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

She joked with his previous words: "It's good, otherwise, if you enter the government, you will criticize officials everywhere and get beaten."

Su Xi was amused by her, and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Forget it, I will try my best to see if I can guide their poems to the direction of caring about the country and the people. I will give as much as I can."

Xu Wan naturally understood Su Xi's concession, and she thanked him sincerely: "Thank you for your hard work, sir."

In the following days, Su Xi often took them to various towns outside the capital to see things that could not be accessed in the capital.

The young men started out by working hard and competing with the old man in wits and courage, and then they focused on looking at the outside world and experiencing what the grassroots people do every day.

During this period, Luo Jingfeng came here once.

But it came up empty-handed.

The next day, he got up early on purpose, just to catch the child.

As a result, I came up empty-handed again.

Luo Jingfeng was so angry that he went to the host's house and asked, "What's going on? It's not even 7:00 yet, where did that old man take Cheng'er to?"

Zong Zhaozheng was sitting alone in the yard eating breakfast. Without even looking up, he said, "I'm going to the outskirts of Beijing to pick grapes."

Luo Jingfeng said angrily: "Let him teach poetry writing, why does he take my Cheng'er to run so far every day? I haven't seen Cheng'er for almost a month."

Zong Zhao said calmly: "To write poetry, you must actually see the scenery to be effective. Otherwise, it is just empty talk and you can't write anything good."

Luo Jingfeng snorted and said, "It's a pity that I can't write well. If I give the Ministry of Rites ten times the courage, will they dare to let my Cheng'er fail the exam?"

Zong Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.

Luo Jingfeng was very upset at being ignored, so he put on a proud face and started to stir up trouble: "How pitiful! His wife and children are not at home. General Zong is... a left-behind husband?"

“Boom.”

As soon as Zong Zhao put the bowl down, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Luo Jingfeng is a man who certainly would not be frightened by a look. The angrier the other person gets, the more proud he becomes: "What's wrong? Was I wrong?"

Zong Zhao said impatiently, "What's wrong with you?"

Luo Jingfeng snorted and said, "Of course there is, otherwise why would I bother with you?"

"Then tell me."

Luo Jingfeng put away the smile on his face, and his expression turned cold and arrogant again: "The little prince in the cold palace has cat pee."

Zong Zhao looked at him with extremely cold eyes.

Luo Jingfeng sneered, "Look, this is the emperor you and the prince trust, and he passed the throne to the prince. In his heart, the real prince has long been hidden."

Zong Zhao clenched his fists.

Luo Jingfeng continued, "You old man, you have a nice idea. Who dares to snatch away the things I want to give to Cheng'er?"

Zong Zhao asked, "Do you want to take action?"

Luo Jingfeng smiled dangerously and said, "Of course not now. Don't worry, I will abide by our agreement and wait quietly until next year."

Zong Zhao calmly drank his porridge and said, "During this time, you might as well think carefully about how to explain it to Jin Cheng."

Luo Jingfeng's face changed slightly. He smiled and said, "What do you want to explain? Dethroning the crown prince? I promised him that I would not make any more suggestions to dethrone the crown prince, but what does that have to do with what we are going to do next year?"

Zong Zhao said calmly, "I hope Jin Cheng will agree with your statement by then."

Luo Jingfeng's face darkened, and he was upset. He said coldly, "As long as you don't tell Cheng'er nonsense, I will find a way to make him forgive me."

Zong Zhao hummed and said calmly, "Then I wish you good luck."

Luo Jingfeng was shocked: "..."

I always feel like I've been retaliated against, but I have no evidence.