From now on, who dares to say that the Song family is born in a mud-legged family?

Song Ci's words were like a heavy punch, hitting Song Zhiyuan's heart hard, making his nose sour and his eyes a little red.

He couldn't help but remember how old he was when he was a child, as if he was four or five years old?

When a high-ranking official passed by, he kicked him down because he was curious about blocking the road. Song Ci knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the other party to apologize. After the official left, he held his shoulder to comfort him.

How did you say that?

"Dalang, do you see that this is an official? We are mud legs. The people do not fight against officials, and the people cannot fight against officials. If you want to avoid being humiliated or despised, you have to study. In the future, you will be a scholar and take the imperial examination as an official. You will get rid of mud legs." Song Ci squatted in front of him, gently patted the dust on his shoulder, and said, "Only scholars can have the opportunity to change the court and make others dare not humiliate you, and dare not say that we are mud legs."

From then on, no matter how hard or difficult it is, Song Ci has not been able to finish his studies.

Song Zhiyuan looked at Song Ci's old face, overlapping with her when she was young, and couldn't help but stretch out her hand, shaking her wrinkled hand, and said, "The Song family's success is all because of you, Mother."

Song Ci spat and said, "As you get older, don't be so stingy. The Song family has today, and it depends on your brothers to support each other and make plans. So you also remember that the Song family cannot shorten the education and education of their descendants. You would rather eat less than let them study and be a good person."

"Yeah." Song Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Now that their brothers passed the imperial examination, it is also a great joy for our mansion. When they return, let Gu send a happy silver to the servants in the mansion, which is considered a joyful joy."

"Okay." Song Ci smiled and said, "It's time to the end of the year, and there are many refugees in this year's disaster. I'll do more donations. We'll eat less."

Song Zhiyuan nodded with a smile: "My son has already made it clear to Dingguo Gong that Su'er passed the imperial examination and asked for an auspicious day to get married. Mom, how about letting you drink granddaughter-in-law tea next spring?"

Song Ci was indeed happy and nodded with a smile: "You are looking for a lucky day in the Imperial Heaven Supervisor, so don't let the in-laws think we are insincere. By the way, Su'er will get married next year. Look at this marriage of Jie'er? Now the prince has been established, Jie'er is the prince's companion. When the news of their success is spread, I am afraid that the matchmaker will cut the threshold of our Song family."

Marriages from aristocratic families are all beneficial. Now the prince has decided. As the prince’s companion, he is naturally a popular son-in-law.

Song Lingjie had many people coming to ask about it. After all, his family and character are all there. Now he has fame and fortune at a young age. That is simply perfect. People who want to get married are afraid of increasing.

Song Zhiyuan said: "Jie'er is successful and is old again. It's time to get engaged. I will talk to my second brother and ask Jie'er about it."

"It should be like this. Even if your vision is not bad, you are just an uncle. Even if your starting point is good, you can't just pass the second brother and the other couple to give the candidates. You really have to discuss with them first." Song Ci silent for a while, and said, "When I was at the palace banquet today, Gu and her sister-in-law seemed a little unhappy. Zhongyong Hou's Mansion wanted to marry us again. You knew this before that the partner was Jie'er. Now Jie'er is successful, and I'm afraid that the old things will be brought up again, so you can know it in your heart."
Chapter completed!