"This." Jing Tian looked at his two sons and fell into thinking.

"Officials, Zhaojiazhuang School is indeed good, but there are famous teachers in the capital." Jing Tian hesitated for a while, and was in a tangled state.

"There are indeed famous teachers in the capital," Jingdong nodded, then stroked his beard and said, "But there are a few more roads in Zhaojiazhuang School, which can not only take the path of imperial examinations, but also take the path of a scholar exam."

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"Official, can Zhaojiazhuang ensure that Dalang and Erlang pass the imperial examination and scholar?" Jing Tian's eyes kept shuttled between his two sons, still worried about gains and losses.

"This," Jingdong suddenly remembered Tang Yi, the chief clerk of the government commissioner, and nodded, "It should be no big problem. Mr. Yu was also on the scene at that time."

When Jingtian heard that the commander was also present, the face of the magnificent was full of excitement.

Her voice trembled: "Official, it seems that there should be no problem at this time."

She only has these two sons, so she couldn't help but be careful.

She looked at her two sons, but found that her two sons were also excited and even more eager.

"Of course, but it's too late." Jing Dong woke up while stroking his beard.

Jingtian made up his mind at this time: "Officials, I will ask Dalang and Erlang to register at Zhaojiazhuang School immediately."

"Thank you father, thank you mother." Jingdong's two sons were overjoyed and bowed to their parents, feeling relieved.

If the mother doesn't agree, they have no way to do it.

After all, in this family, the father is in charge of the outside and the mother is in charge of the inside.

With the words of mother, the two of them have a perfect future.

Jing Tian looked at Sanniang and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Official, how old is this little saint and what are the talents?"

She didn't ask about her character. Since she was a little saint who was famous all over the world, there was naturally no problem.

"I'm not old and I'm only twelve years old. I'm as beautiful as jade." Jing Dong didn't understand why he asked this and nodded in reply.

Jing Tian was extremely happy, his voice trembling: "Official, is that little saint married?"

"Marriage?" Jing Dong suddenly realized and looked at his Sanniang.

Sanniang's face suddenly turned red, she lowered her head and fiddled with the corner of her clothes, but her eyes secretly looked at her parents.

Although she is only eleven years old, she has also become sensible.

This little saint is both talented and beautiful, and is rich in the world. He is the ideal man of the little lady in the capital.

Jingdong thought for a while: "This husband didn't ask at the time, but I heard that he had already made a marriage contract with Yu Xueshi's granddaughter."

Bang bang, the sound of something suddenly falling to the ground.

Jingdong and his wife hurriedly looked at the place where the sound was made. It turned out to be their Sanniang.

Her face was pale at this time, tears streaming like a spring, and she looked at the roof without any focus at all.

Unexpectedly, my mother gave her a beautiful dream, but in a blink of an eye it was shattered by her father.

"Sanniang." The couple didn't care much, and they immediately stepped forward, one holding her body, and the other hurriedly pinched her.

After about ten breaths, Sanniang finally woke up slowly.

She held Jingtian's arm and cried "Wow" non-stop.

Jingtian glared at Jingdong, and Jingdong smiled awkwardly, but found that laughing was even worse than crying.

After all, this is my favorite daughter and the pearl in my hand.

"Oh, Sanniang," Jing Dong stepped forward and patted Sanniang on the shoulder, shook his head and said, comforting him earnestly, "The little saint is not your good match. My father also finds you another good match."

Unexpectedly, when Sanniang heard him say this, she cried even more sadly.

Jingdong and his wife looked at each other and were stunned.

Jingtian glared at Jingdong, intending to solve the problem.

Jing Dong sighed, patted Sanniang on the shoulder again, and continued to comfort him: "Sanniang, you are still young, and your good match is still behind."

Jingdong thought to himself that although the little saint is a good match, it’s a pity that he has already had a engagement. It seems that you are indeed not destined to be together.

But unexpectedly, his comfort was useless.

Sanniang didn't listen to his comfort at all, and still hugged Jingtian and cried.

When the two brothers saw this, they couldn't help looking at each other.

I never expected that this sister was not old enough to understand so much.

But it’s no wonder that if I were the little lady, I would definitely not have let this little saint go.

However, the little saint had already had an engagement, and the woman was very famous, so she was the Minister of War and the Sichuan General. She was far from affordable to them as a small doctor.

If you have to go there, you can only serve as a concubine for the little saint.

Thinking of this, the two brothers looked at each other, shook their heads, and smiled bitterly.

Although they are not big families, their father also serves as an official in the Ministry of Personnel.

If it is reported that a legitimate daughter who is an official in the court is used as a concubine for others, how can you ask the family to look up in front of others?

Jingdong did not persuade his daughter, shook his head at Jingtian, indicating that he could do nothing.

Jing Tian stepped forward and gently stroked Sanniang's face, wiped the tears from her face, and sighed.

"Sanniang, think about it, the little saint has already had an engagement, and there is no fate between you." Jing Tian had no better way, so he had to persuade him straight to the point.

Unexpectedly, after Jingtian said this, Sanniang cried even more sadly.

Jingdong and his wife looked at each other and found helplessness in each other's eyes.

Jing Tian thought for a while, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

She hesitated for a few times, swallowed her saliva with difficulty, and then said, "Sanniang, if you really want to go to the Zhao family, there is only one way."

Hearing Jing Tianshi say this, Jing Sanniang stopped sobbing and wiping her tears while looking at Jing Tianshi happily.

"What way?" Jing Dong thought for a long time, but he didn't come up with one, and he was still in a fog.

Jing Tian looked at Jingdong, then looked at Jing Sanniang, and bit her lip.

He sighed in his heart: "If you enter the Zhao family, you can only be a concubine."

"Madam, are you pushing Sanniang into the fire pit." Jing Dong's chest was undulating, his face turned pale, and he stood up from the chair with a loud breeze.

"Pushing in the fire pit?" Jing Tian stretched his neck, thrust his face, and said excitedly, "Officials, is there any young man in the world who is more perfect than the little saints? He is only twelve years old, he is already a marquis, deputy envoy of the Salt Department, chief clerk of Chengdu Prefecture, and even a little saint who is famous all over the world."

Jing Dong's face was gloomy and could drip water. He shook his sleeves and shouted angrily: "Although I am not at a high level, my own legitimate daughter, how can I be a concubine for others?"

"How much money can face be worth? Officials, have you considered your daughter's happiness? Have you considered your son's future?" Jing Tianshi was not willing to be outdone, put her hands on her hips and looked up at Jingdong.

Jingdong's face turned red and he asked loudly: "I don't know how happy my daughter is, but what does her son's happiness have to do with Sanniang?" "What's the relationship? Of course it has something to do." Jingtian looked at Jingdong stubbornly and said fiercely, "Wang Wenxiu's daughter is the concubine of the little saint. She was recommended by a three-term juren and was promoted to the magistrate step by step. Yu Moyan Juren is not. She only passed the exam for scholars, because his sister was the little saint's concubine, so he became the chief of the Chengdu Prefecture Road Salt Department."

"Even they, they, they, they, can't be compared with me?" Jing Dong said coldly with disdain.

Jingtian also smiled coldly: "Not even a little saint of Jinshi can make them official, let alone Jinshi. Besides, are you sure Dalang and Erlang will definitely be admitted to Jinshi?"

"I'm, I'm." Jing Dong was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and his sleeves shook, "Only women and villains cannot be raised."

After saying that, he sat on the chair angrily and became sulky.

Suddenly, Jingdong saw the box in front of him and his eyes lit up.

He picked up the teacup in the box and drank the spring breeze, and wanted to taste the tea.

Seeing that Jingdong no longer interfered with Sanniang's marriage, Jing Tian smiled slightly, feeling very happy, and his face was as smiling as a flower.

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Jing Dong didn't look at her, opened the "Song of China News Agency", looked at the news on it, and hummed coldly.

Jingtian immediately boiled water in a fairy furnace, added the best drunken spring breeze to him, and then made tea.

After making the tea, she handed it on both hands and said very gentlely: "Official, please use tea."

Jingdong snorted again, looked at Jing Tian coldly, but just hummed, his eyes still placed on the newspaper, and he didn't even look at the teacup.

Seeing that Jing Dongyu was still angry, Jing Tian smiled sweetly.

She picked up another tea cup and brewed a cup of Drunken Spring Breeze Green Tea again.

After about a hundred breaths of making tea, Jingtian opened the tea cup.

Suddenly, the whole room was filled with a special fragrance, which made Dalang and Erlang's noses suck.

This drunken spring breeze not only has the leaves that are different from before, but also has a chestnut fragrance in the fragrance.

Jingdong's nose was also twitching at this time, so he naturally knew that it was the smell of drunken spring breeze because he had tasted tea in Zhaojiazhuang.

After smelling the smell of tea, Jing Dong moved his throat a few times, and his eyes couldn't help looking at the tea cup on the table.

He hesitated for a few moments, and could no longer hold back and put down the newspaper in his hand.

Jing Dong picked up the tea cup, looked at the tea leaves inside the tea cup, and tasted the tea happily.

The two sons did not dare to sit down, but stood next to Jingdong.

Seeing that his father had never drunk tea, the two couldn't help but become slandered. Their throats moved a few times, their noses kept twitching, and they swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

They are also literati, and they secretly learn to taste tea while their father is away.

Now there is a better tea in front of you, and the legendary drunk spring breeze is so popular that I wish I could swallow it immediately and taste it happily.

But I can only think about this, just have some eye and nose addiction.

Jingtian looked at his two older sons and couldn't help but sigh.

Jing Tian's eyes were taken back from his two sons, and he looked at his two sons again, and couldn't help but sigh again.

Jingtian looked again and couldn't help but say, "Officials, we should buy a house."
Chapter completed!