Doshihun and Yierha are the same age, and now at fifteen, they are already half-grown boys. Honghui, who is a year younger than him, already has a maidservant.
However, the Fucha family was very strict, especially in matters like the inner quarters. They never allowed the young masters to lose their virginity too early, and they did not allow concubines or mistresses. They emphasized maintaining a clean and upright family tradition.
Dorsey has grown very tall; at first glance, he's almost as tall as Changhua.
Now, it is obvious that he is the one to inherit the mantle of the next generation of the Fucha clan, so his studies are extremely demanding, even to the point of being tested with the difficulty of training a prince, which makes him feel extremely bitter.
Fortunately, Duoxi Hui has always been intelligent and didn't find it too difficult to accept. However, as he grew older, he became increasingly impatient and always wanted to do things himself to show that he had grown up.
Changhua was both pleased and troubled by this.
He was also proud of his eldest son's abilities and talents, and hoped to give him a platform to make his mark. After all, the Third Prince needed more help and support, and also needed to cultivate his own trusted confidants.
However, there was also the fear that he was young and impetuous and might mess up the emperor's duties, which would be a serious offense. Moreover, when the late emperor was training the princes, the crown prince was already over thirty and still studying in the Imperial Study; he had never had the opportunity to handle official business independently.
In the end, Bodel made the final decision: the boy could go along, but not as Fucha Duoxihui. He would be disguised as Er Gouzi and become a servant to Changhua, just to broaden his horizons.
As boys grow up, they should venture out into the world and experience some hardship to temper their will. Otherwise, it remains to be seen whether he can hold up this vast Fucha mansion after they all leave.
So, full of ambition, and with great anticipation and eagerness, Dorsey became... Er Gouzi.
"Hahahahahaha!" Changning laughed so hard he slapped the table when he received the letter from home.
"Father is so talented. Er Gouzi, it's amazing he could come up with this. And Dorsey actually agreed?"
When Yinzhen saw that she had been laughing non-stop since receiving the letter, laughing so hard that her stomach was about to hurt, he was afraid that she would hurt herself by laughing so hard, so he specially rubbed her stomach and said reproachfully, "What's wrong? Don't laugh too hard, or you'll twist your intestines."
Changning laughed so hard she couldn't speak, "Hahaha...you...hahahaha...you yourself...hahaha...look hahaha!"
Yinzhen reluctantly accepted it, quickly glanced through it, then twitched his lips and praised, "It has to be my father-in-law who can be so ruthless as to let his eldest grandson suffer. This method is good. Only by letting them experience real hardship and real difficulties can they have a brighter future."
Changning was still laughing. Listening to Yinzhen's words, she seemed to have some ideas. Could it be that she also wanted her son to follow suit?
It's not that it's impossible.
Aren't there many real rich kids and young masters experiencing life these days?
There are also many satisfying stories of characters getting their faces slapped in the face.
They usually work as low-level employees in their own company, get ridiculed and mocked, and then use their money to solve problems or reveal their status to dazzle their idiots.
Very few people can truly start from scratch and build their own success.
However, Bodell wasn't really telling his grandson to start from the bottom. He was joking; why waste time and energy climbing all the way up from the top when he could have already done so?
It was simply to hone his abilities and temper his arrogance, so that he could quickly grow into a qualified successor to the Fucha clan.
Although Bodell is currently in a high position, he is getting old, and with his entire family holding high positions, he is prone to attracting jealousy and envy. He also fears the saying that those who rise high will fall hard, so starting this year, he has been in a semi-retired state.
Changhua is now handling some of the affairs of the Fucha clan and has gradually taken over Boder's power.
Changning also supported her father's idea. She knew that the Fucha clan would surely prosper for three more generations, and after Hongyan ascended the throne, they would continue to reach their glorious peak. When the future was promising, it would belong to the young.
My father is getting old, and he has suffered many hidden injuries from fighting on the battlefield. Now he just needs to rest and recuperate, hoping to live for several more decades. There is no need for him to use his brain anymore.
Of course, he is like the pillar of this family, rarely leaving his post, and when something is uncertain, he is the one who makes the final decision.
Bodel is now taking a good rest, nurturing his younger generation, spending his days enjoying his grandchildren, teaching them martial arts, strolling around with Suochuoluo, taking walks, enjoying the scenery, and drinking and eating meat with a few old friends. He is living a very carefree life.
Yinzhen also held his father-in-law in high esteem.
Changning could only say to her sons in her heart, "Take care of yourselves."
Of course, my sons are still young.
My two eldest sons and daughter have already gone off on business.
The second son was still enjoying chatting with the little girl.
It's unclear how Naritai managed to get along with Hongzhao's temperament. Previously, when the two met, they were like oil and water, constantly bickering. Now, however, they're almost inseparable.
Naritai pouted, clearly unhappy: "My Abu won't let me leave. He said I'm a flower of the grassland, only meant to bloom on the grassland, and the grassland sun can only shine on this land. If I go to the capital, I'll wither."
Hongzhao didn't understand: "Why did it wither? Just water it more! I'm best at growing crops! You don't know, but Father even personally taught me how to farm! I also wrote a crop observation notebook, I can lend it to you to take a look sometime."
"Farming?" Naritai's interest was piqued. "Is it fun?"
Hongzhao nodded without hesitation: "It's really fun, but a little tiring."
"I really want to farm too!" Naritai's excited face fell again. "Abu is so annoying!"
Hongzhao didn't think anything of it. He had already been persuaded by Changning, so he comforted Naritai: "It's okay. My mother said we can be pen pals."
What is a pen pal?
“We can exchange letters. I’ll write to you about interesting things happening in the capital, and you can share what’s happening on the grasslands with me. That way, it’s like we’re together, and we’re not separated.”
After listening, Naritai clapped her hands and laughed, "That's great! That's great! I want to be your pen pal!"
The two little ones started discussing with great enthusiasm how to write the letter, whether to come up with a code, and who would deliver the message.
Hongmin and Hongchen's riding skills have improved rapidly recently, and they are already showing signs of becoming like Hutuli back in the day.
But the two of them loved to compete, neither willing to concede to the other, and they would ride horses on the grassland every day, returning covered in dust each time.
Changning was disgusted: "The mud on you two is enough to make a hundred 'leg-stretching, eye-glaring pills'!"
But what could I do, seeing my two sons' increasingly healthy faces and robust physiques? I'd just have to wash them and keep trying.
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