Jin Wenting was filled with anger.
Now that the emperor's grandfather was not in good health, the court was urging him to establish a crown prince. All seven of his sons were crowned kings, but he showed no intention of naming anyone the prince.
Inside the court, the royal father and several uncles were secretly fighting. Many people said that the imperial grandfather focused on his grandchildren.
-So, whichever royal family's heir apparent is outstanding and valued by the emperor's grandfather, is giving his father a heavyweight bargaining chip.
Jin Wenting had always been favored by Emperor Xinglong and had long been a thorn in the side of his uncles and cousins. Even many concubines and brothers in his father's palace also looked at him covetously.
This so-called celebrity may not be his confidant, but maybe someone else set him up to put the stigma on him!
Waiting for the struggle between the prince and the neutral prince to reach a fever pitch, this matter was suddenly revealed. He and his father were not prepared, and they would definitely be caught off guard.
Jin Wenting's thoughts changed rapidly, and he thought that when he returned, he would get to the bottom of things and would never let these bastards off easily.
At the same time, he was a little lucky.
If I hadn't suffered such a disaster and ended up living in this remote village, I'm afraid I wouldn't have found any clues. Then I would be in a hurry at best, or my reputation would be ruined and my efforts would be in vain!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. The girl's hand on his back was still gently stroking his hair, stroking it again and again, soothing his spine. He turned his head and licked it gently. Lick the back of her hand.
It wasn't until he felt a tingling sensation on the back of his hand that Tong Su suddenly came back to his senses, chuckled and rubbed his head.
"You won't bite me now?"
Jin Wenting snorted and turned his head away from him.
Tong Su stroked his hair again and continued to think about things.
My father's annual salary was fifty taels of silver. Over the years, plus rewards and pensions, he had saved a total of more than two hundred taels, and he also had six acres of land in the countryside.
Life is okay, but studying is inevitably cramped.
Nowadays, printing technology has not yet become popular, and a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" costs a full five hundred coins in a bookstore. Xia Qingzhai left behind a lot of books, but it was far from enough. She had to find ways to supplement her family's income and increase income and reduce expenses.
Now, there is an important question before them:
Who will plant six acres of land
If you want to hire tenants, you must be of good character, trustworthy, strong, diligent, and willing to work. It’s just that for such a person, his family has naturally bought a field for a long time. How can he go back and rent other people’s fields
After dinner, Tong Su was still thinking about this matter. Xia's mother used the light from the window to do embroidery work. She finished embroidering a handkerchief and waved her over to take a look.
At this moment, suddenly there was an angry shout from outside, and a chaotic crowd ran out from all directions in the village.
"Is Tiehu sick again?"
"What's wrong with him? I think he's possessed by evil spirits! Burn him, burn him to death, don't spread it to other people in the village!"
"Poor, he was a good farmer at the beginning, why did he get this strange disease! His mother sold all the family's fields and didn't cure him!"
Good at farming
Tian Quan sold out
Tong Su's eyes lit up, she was looking for just such a person.
Could it be that there is no place to be found after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there
Tong Su and Xia Mu looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. They quickly put down their things and walked out together.
"Ouch—"
Jin Wenting jumped off the bench, dragging his splinted leg, and stumbled after him. Tong Su turned around after hearing the sound, and saw him making a fuss and wanted to go out to see him, so she simply grabbed him, took it into his arms, and carried him out. .
"Don't keep moving around. This leg isn't healed yet. What if it gets sprained again?"
Jin Wenting covered his face with his short hair and lay on her chest as if nothing had happened. He turned his head away and said nothing.