[Mainly focus on the imperial examination farming essay, soft rice and hard work to learn the god of attack vs. Really fragrant and slap the richest man in the face]
"This is a broken book. Whoever wants to read it can read it. I want to go back to my hometown to farm!"
After Jingyou complained, he suddenly transformed into a peasant boy - a poor family, a body that could not be lifted by the shoulders and carried by the hands. There is nothing but a dilapidated house at the foot of the mountain and two acres of paddy fields.
Jingyou:?
He is guilty, reading is really a happy thing.
Jingyou works hard to make money, but still cannot make ends meet. It costs too much to train a scholar!
The matchmaker came to the door: "Jing Xiaojie's appearance is indeed unique among all the people in the country. He has a great gift. I will think of you first."
Jingyou:!
Seeing the young master of the Xu family who the matchmaker said was extremely wealthy, Jingyou always felt like he had seen him before.
The young master said coldly: "The Xu family can give you ten taels of silver per month. You and I will go to the Yamen to register. After two years, it will be irrelevant whether the boy or girl is married. Don't have any inappropriate thoughts."
Jingyou nodded repeatedly: "Okay, boss, no, Master Xu."
The rich God of Wealth! Thank you, Master!
As for thoughts that shouldn't be there? Jingyou only has real money in his heart.
Inscribed on the gold list, Jingyou was so proud of the spring breeze that he had horse hoof disease and saw all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. Handsome in appearance and outstanding in talent - he has fascinated countless young men from high-ranking families.
Just as the two-year period expired, Jingyou consciously came to the door with the letter of separation.
"Master Xu, this is what was agreed upon at the time, and marriage between men and women will have nothing to do with each other in the future. I wish the young master a great wealth and a good wife soon."
Jingyou's eyes were sincere. No matter what, without the support of the Xu family, there would be no champion today.
Xu Yiyi tossed and turned all night, and went to Jingyou early to say that he had regretted it. The youthful energy and arrogance of the past had become the boomerang of today.
He is the one who pretends to be real, he is the one who traps himself, he is the one who cannot live without him.
Jingyou's residence is very lively.
The matchmaker enthusiastically promoted, and a stack of drawing paper——
"The young man from the General's Mansion has a strong build, good literary and military skills, and a handsome appearance."
Jingyou: "He looks too fierce, so he needs to be gentle and gentle."
"Then this, the only son of the young minister of Dali Temple, the most talented man in Chang'an, with a gentle personality."
Jingyou: "The looks are a bit different."
"This is the second son of King Rong. He has a soft appearance, a slender figure, and a good personality."
Jingyou: "Yes, then... Huh huh."
"My husband is tired. I will send him to rest. Xu Yi, see the guests off."
Xu Zhou covered Jingyou's mouth and led him into the room, his face as heavy as water.
"I can be anything you want me to be. My appearance, personality, and figure can just make up for the wedding ceremony you owe me."
Jingyou blinked: That's not quite right, is it? …
Xu Zhou worked very hard to prevent Jingyou from finding another brother.
Intention: May you be able to pick the stars with your hands
