When the two arrived home, Wu Nanshuang had already prepared dinner.
A simple stir-fried vegetable dish and a chicken stew with mushrooms, the aroma wafting out makes your mouth water.
Nanzhi was also hungry.
With so many more people suddenly in the house, Jing Ji, standing at the back, felt uneasy.
Nanzhi was so focused on eating that she forgot about Jingji.
Song Hanyan came over and said, "Sit wherever you like and have a meal."
Looking at Jing Ji sitting down, Song Hanyan frowned slightly.
Pei Wuyou and Yue Manwan were also present at the dinner table today.
The two girls were also hungry, and when they smelled the delicious meat, they swallowed hard.
Thinking that she comes from a large family, she always has to pay attention to her image when eating.
But upon tasting the incredibly tender chicken, the two completely let loose.
Forget about the etiquette and rules of big families.
Let's eat first and then talk about it.
After eating their fill, the group patted their bellies contentedly.
Yue Manwan was still a little embarrassed. She secretly looked up at the man beside her, then quickly lowered her head.
Brother Pei wouldn't think she ate too much, would he?
He ate a whole bowl of rice, not a single grain was left.
To be honest, Pei Nanqing was quite surprised.
Ordinary noble ladies would always eat only a little bit before putting the rest of their food down when they ate.
This was the first time he had ever met a girl who could eat so much.
However, after spending so many days in the village, he already knew.
Marrying a girl who has a big appetite is a blessing.
Hearing from the villagers that the best ones are those with big buttocks, Pei Nanqing wanted to slap himself.
He is a gentleman; he does not look at what is improper.
However, his eyes couldn't help but glance back.
If Yue Manwan knew, she would definitely call him a "lecherous scoundrel".
However, the two are loyal and affectionate, and both families have already recognized their relationship, so there's nothing wrong with it.
However, given his current situation, when he will be able to marry her is another matter entirely.
Nanzhi would occasionally glance at the rice paddies.
But unexpectedly, before the rice ripened, another piece of good news arrived.
That day, Nanzhi went out, and when she returned, she saw from afar that a large crowd had gathered in front of her door again.
Wu Nanshuang spotted the person through the crowd and quickly waved and ran over.
"Master, you're finally back! I sent Chun Gu to fetch you, but that kid has disappeared somewhere."
As Nanzhi walked back, she asked, "What happened?"
Wu Nanshuang smiled at her, "You'll know when you arrive, Master."
A path was made in the crowd, and Nanzhi squeezed in.
The official in charge of ceremonies showered Nanzhi with praise upon seeing her.
"Nanjing University students are truly outstanding individuals."
Nan Zhi was completely bewildered. "Sir, what's going on?"
The official in charge of ceremonies smiled and said, "We receive the imperial decree from Nanzhi Village, Taile Village, Lingshan County."
With a clatter, a large group of people knelt down outside the courtyard wall, and Nanzhi also knelt down.
"Master Nan is dignified and composed, with both beauty and wisdom. He not only cultivates fertile land but also led the people of Lingshan County in resisting the locust plague, which was stopped in time. He is hereby appointed as a seventh-rank county magistrate. He is rewarded with fine silks, pearls, jade, and one hundred taels of silver."
Not only was Nan Zhi stunned, but everyone kneeling outside the door was also shocked.
The emperor's reward, and a seventh-rank official position!
The Nan family must have had incredibly lucky ancestors!
This was a gift personally bestowed by the emperor.
Nanzhi was still in a daze even after the official left.
So, you got promoted just because you controlled the locust plague?
After offering their congratulations, the villagers quickly left.
She's no longer a dark-skinned girl, but a seventh-rank official. How can she be compared to these peasants?
Nanzhi snapped out of her daze, and Wu Nanshuang excitedly grabbed Nanzhi's shoulders.
“Master, you are now a seventh-rank official, the same rank as a county magistrate.”
Only after everyone in front of the door had left did Zhou Chang, Pei Nanqing, Pei Wuyou, and Yue Manwan come out of the house.
Song Hanyan walked straight to Nanzhi's side and said, "Zhizhi, congratulations."
Nanzhi smiled at him and said, "You have to work harder, what if I overtake you one day?"
Song Hanyan smiled and patted her head. If there weren't other people around, he would have kissed his wife.
In any case, Zhizhi is now a seventh-rank official, and it won't be long before he stands in the imperial court.
Song Hanyan was genuinely happy for her.
Pei Nanqing said with a long face, "Congratulations."
Pei Wuyou turned her head and said, "Congratulations, Sister Nan."
Nanzhi had no idea how she had offended these two people. She treated them to good food and drink, but they didn't even give her a friendly look.
Yue Manwan, however, said sincerely, "Congratulations, Professor Nan. We will be able to meet in the capital in the future."
Nanzhi expresses her gratitude one by one.
Zhou Chang also expressed his joy, but his worries only grew stronger.
Now that both husband and wife have become government officials, what will they do about having children?
Judging from Nan's appearance, she was not someone who would be content to remain a concubine. She was already eighteen years old this year, the prime of her youth.
But there was no sign of pregnancy. If Nan Yatou was okay, then the problem must be with his apprentice, Song Hanyan.
Thinking about this, Zhou Chang felt an even bigger headache.
Wu Nanshuang was overjoyed; her master's promotion made her even happier than if she herself had been promoted.
"Master, shall we hold a banquet to share this joy with everyone?"
“That makes sense.” There hadn’t been a banquet for the previous promotions, but since Wu Nanshuang brought it up this time, Nanzhi felt it was necessary to arrange it.
She turned to Song Hanyan and asked, "What do you think about this?"
Song Hanyan pondered and said, "That works. I have time the day after tomorrow, so why don't we arrange it for the day after tomorrow?"
Just as Nan Zhi was about to agree, Wu Nan Shuang immediately said, "No, no, such an auspicious day must be calculated by the old immortal; it's the proper custom."
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