The son is responsible

Mo Zikang returned to Xiliang, Xue Muji returned to his normal life as a son of the Marquis Mansion, going to school with a few old gentlemen every day.The gentlemen who were educating Shizi found amazing changes in Shizi: Whenever they were in class, just after opening the book, they saw Shizi dozing on the table, with the book open and buckled on top of his head, blocking the sunlight coming in through the cracks in the window.

The gentlemen ran to complain to Marquis Pingjiang. This child has no teacher at such a young age, and he doesn't know how to respect the elderly!Marquis Pingjiang was discussing with Feng Xin about the arrangements for his son's birthday. Ever since Ye Hongxiu left the mansion, the old lady had been holding the broken incense burner and talking to herself in front of Third Master Xue.Marquis Pingjiang's persuasion had no effect, so naturally he didn't bother to care about it.

Hearing the complaints of several old gentlemen, Ping Jianghou also felt that it was too shameful. Feng Xin was choosing the fabric for his son's birthday clothes, and by the way, "Why don't you call Jier and ask why."

When Feng Xin's personal servant girl arrived at Xue Muji's Chunxiao Courtyard, she met two maidservants, Miaoyin and Miaoyu, standing at the gate of the courtyard with some new clothes.

In the yard, there was a table with raw rice paper on it. Standing in the center, Mr. Jiu from the second room was writing something on the paper, while the crown prince sitting next to him was holding his head in one hand and holding his head in the other. With one hand, he randomly draws circles on the table.The wind blew, and the book on the corner of the table was turned over. Shizi's circled fingers were pressed against the edge of the table, and he leaned over gently, turning back the thin paper that had just been turned over.

The servant girl was stunned, she almost didn't recognize who was the young master who was writing. The fourth young master of the second bedroom changed his clothes and tidied up and down to become a young master. Like, that delicate face looks like it came out of a painting.This scene is pleasing to the eye.

Xue Muji also felt that the fourth brother had a good-looking face, especially when he was concentrating on writing.In the past few days, in the name of copying and practicing calligraphy, he asked the fourth brother to write a copybook for him, Xue Huaijiu had already copied two books, Xue Muji took the third copy, and smiled maliciously.

Xue Huaijiu didn't ask Xue Muji why he didn't buy copybooks, he insisted on writing them.He just thought it was the prince's whim and came up with a way to have fun, so he had the right to read the book carefully.The roof of the second room has been repaired long ago, but Xue Muji doesn't seem to have any plans to let him go back to live.

Shizi really wanted to practice calligraphy. Every night, Shizi carried two large stacks of paper to his room, and the next day he went to class with his sleepy eyes rubbed, and fell asleep in class.After being woken up, after listening to the sermon, I changed my position and went back to sleep.The gentlemen blew their beards and stared angrily, but there was nothing they could do.

The tip of the pen was stained with ink, brushed on the snow-white rice paper, it faded a lot, Xue Huaijiu looked up, there was no more ink.

Just as he was about to put down the pen in his hand, there was an extra piece of square ink in the inkstone.He is also used to Fufeng Fuyun and the two mobile treasure chests.I saw two snow-white hands pressing directly on the upper ink.The black ink instantly dyed Xue Muji's palm black.

After grinding for a long time, there was not much ink. Xue Muji had never done this kind of work in two lifetimes. Seeing that others were grinding like this, he put in more effort, pressing the black ink stick and rubbing it back and forth in the inkstone.

"That...water..." Xue Huaijiu hadn't finished speaking when he saw a piece of black ink attacking him.He turned sideways quickly so as not to be hit in the face by the black ink.Xue Muji used too much force in his hand, the ink stick in his hand broke into two pieces, and a small piece jumped onto the fourth brother's clothes, drawing a long and thin ink scratch from the neckline to the hem.

Xue Muji's two little black hands rushed to catch it, it was good to grab it, there were two five-finger slap marks next to the scratch.

Sorry...very sorry...very sorry...

"Practice makes perfect. Mistakes are inevitable in learning. I will study ink a few more times!" Xue Muji licked his face again and said that it is not an example.

It is not the first time that Xue Muji broke the ink stick and jumped on his brother. There were a few times before. Fortunately, he made a lot of clothes for his brother. If it was dirty, there would always be suitable ones to replace. He is really too prescient Yes, it's not bad to try on all the clothes like this, anyway, my brother looks good in anything.

Xue Huaijiu was very helpless, Miao Yin Miao Yu came in with clothes, it seemed that he had to change again.

He really wanted to grind it by himself, but every time he couldn't grab the son, and then he was affected by the son's strength.Shi Zi was pushed by Miao Yu to wash his hands. After Miao Yin gave him the clothes, he went to the table to clean up the inkstone and put the ink stick back in its place.

At the door, Feng Xin's servant girl regained her composure, she took her gaze away from Xue Huaijiu who was going to change clothes inside the house, and bowed to the son, "My son, Mrs. Madam welcomes you."

finally come!Xue Muji has been sleeping with a book on his head in broad daylight in the past few days, just to wait for these old gentlemen to complain to his father.

Qiaoyu washed Shizi's hands and found a handkerchief to wipe.

"Qiaoyu, take the things I wrote in the past few nights and go with me." Xue Muji ordered.

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Feng Xin caught his son, and took the fabric to compare with his son, "It's better to wear red, or else, I'll just order this piece of material. No, last year I wore red for my birthday, should I change it to yellow this year?"

Xue Muji was 1 reluctant, he was hardly picky about what to wear, Feng Xin’s powdery smell made him cough, and he pinned his hopes on his father, Ping Jianghou, who was reading his shit carefully beside him, hurry up and save him .

Ping Jianghou put the stack of papers back on the table and said, "These you wrote are all books on the criminal law of the Great Jing Kingdom. Jier, I have never read these books, but I know after thinking about it, the contents of the books are difficult. Deep, convoluted, you're too young, and it's no good for you to read."

Xue Muji got the chance to get out of Feng Xin's arms, ran to hide behind his father's chair, and said, "But now I have learned everything the masters taught me. Classes are boring, so I can only sleep. Why don't I read some idle books?" .These books are also in our family’s collection, why can’t I read them?”

Master Xue was very embarrassed, "These books were collected from various places by your third uncle during his lifetime. Mother treats them as treasures, and no one else is allowed to touch them..."

Feng Xin snorted coldly, "Anyone else? Ji'er's status as the eldest son was conferred by the young emperor of Yongdu himself."

"Good madam, it's not that you don't know that although the four families of our Xue family live together, we will still be separated in the future. Although the third brother has no descendants, he keeps his possessions for himself. I can't do that." .” Master Xue Hou explained.

Feng Xin curled her lips, "Ji'er, we don't want a third-bedroom house, mother will buy it for you."

Xue Muji sighed, Mother, mother, these are out-of-print books, if I can buy them casually, why would I stay up all night to make such a long list of books, and I almost have wrist cramps because of imitating shit and crawling words.

Xue Muji was determined to win, "Father, if you don't want to tell me, I'll tell grandma that if you don't read books, you're worthless. Third uncle is still alive, so he's definitely willing to lend it to someone who is eager to learn."

Marquis Pingjiang thought for a while and said, "I'd better go and persuade my mother. My mother is stubborn. I'm afraid it will take a few days. Ji'er, you said you have learned all the lessons the gentlemen taught, so dad will come to test you. If you can answer That's right, father won't punish you for being disrespectful to your elders while sleeping in class."

Xue Muji nodded. He is not afraid of school exams. In his previous life, Xie Manxing was the most famous child prodigy in Yongdu. He is still very good.

"Yesterday, Mr. Cai mentioned the three trade routes of Dajing, do you remember which ones?"

Although Xue Muji thought this question was naive, he pretended to think for a while, and replied, "Three commercial routes, one land route, and two water routes. The land route is divided into three sections, starting from Mengze City in the southwest, crossing Fengshan Mountain, and heading west. And go, go through Dongcheng, Songcheng, Jingningcheng, and then go straight along the northwest border to reach the imperial capital Yongcheng. As for the waterway, one is benefited from the natural golden waterway Pingjiang, running through the north and south, connecting the three seas, and the other is artificial. The excavation starts from the valley between the two cities of Huajian and Bixue, goes north to Yongdu, and connects the six cities in the southeast."

Marquis Pingjiang didn't expect that the boy's explanation was so complete, even in the book, there was no such explanation, Feng Xin was even more delighted, the unintelligent son seemed to have opened up.

Xue Muji went on to say, "These three commercial routes were all established in the third year of Jialin under the leadership of the Prince Regent. However, Dajing has been emphasizing literature over business for a long time, and the decree of the Prince Regent was opposed by most of the courtiers headed by Prime Minister Shen. , only the young Emperor Jialin fully supported the regent. In order to gain support, the regent added an additional item in the decree. The government still has direct jurisdiction. In this way, it is profitable, and the four major princes will support the regent."

Marquis Pingjiang laughed, this kid knows a lot.The few masters he hired couldn't teach this. Where did this kid learn it from?He looked at Feng Xin, and Feng Xin was also surprised.

Xue Muji hadn't finished speaking, "Father, Pingjiang's thousand-year-old golden waterway has naturally formed a water freight trade route. The Marquis of Pingjiang has governed Pingjiang's waterway for thousands of years. It doesn't matter whether his regent has this decree. The reason why we support , It’s because of Third Uncle! Although Third Uncle is dead, you have adopted his ideas back then.”

Xue Dezhong clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Yes, yes, before your third uncle passed away, he talked about this matter with father. Your third uncle was very predictable and said that in the future, the imperial court will turn Pingjiang into one of the commercial routes. Jing means far-reaching things, and I did agree with your third uncle's wishes."

Xue Muji just wanted to say, third uncle, is your surname really Xue?Those who didn't know thought your surname was Li!You gave Lu Yu the old man to give the Pingjiang waterway, didn't you think that one day Lu Yu, an old man, would take the jurisdiction of the Pingjiang waterway from our Pingjiang Hou Mansion like a robber?The Shen family is no longer what it used to be, and Lu Yu has firmly controlled the entire Dajing court, finally freeing up time to take care of the hidden dangers of the division of power left by the ancestor emperor.

Six years, if the father can endure these six years, after six years, waiting for the fourth brother to save the life of the regent, maybe he can apply for a gold medal for safety to the Pingjiang Marquis Mansion!

The premise is... the fourth brother is on the side of Pingjiang Houfu.

Difficult! Difficult!

Xue Dezhong and Feng Xin were still immersed in their son's wonderful answers, Xue Muji waved to the witty words, "Let's go, fourth brother's ink is almost used up again, I have to help grind ink."