Yang Ruqing also stood up: "Then hurry back and cook dinner."

Yang Huamei said, "For the shameful things he did, it's deserved to starve him a few meals. It's just that after eating, he has no energy and nowhere to use it, so he ended up hitting Dailing's stomach, what a disgrace!"

Yang Ruqing chuckled. The strange things that happened in the village were truly endless. There was nothing they couldn't do.

"Let's go, I'll see you out to the courtyard." Yang Ruqing said.

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When the two arrived in the courtyard, Yang Huamei shouted towards the side of the courtyard, and Da Bai, Xiao Hei, and Luo Baobei, three of them, ran over with all their might.

Yang Huamei said, “You two are looking after the sheep today, aren’t you? I have to tell you, these few days my family has had some matters so I let you two stay at home and rest instead of going to school.”

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"You two better study hard. This year is fine, but next year around this time, I'm expecting both of you to do well and get two jinshi degrees to make me proud!"

Upon hearing Yang Huamei's words, Yang Ruqing suddenly remembered that this autumn, both Dashi and Chen'er were going to take the township examination.

To pass the imperial examination, one becomes a juren.

The exam begins in mid-August and lasts for more than half a month. After the exams, grading, results announcement, and posting of grades, it is estimated that it will take another month.

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By the time the results of the provincial examination arrived from Beijing and Yangzhou to her hands in Changping Village, it would probably be about ten days!

"By the way, Qinger, have Chen'er and Dazhi gotten married yet?" Yang Huamei suddenly asked. She really did ask anything that came to mind.

Yang Ruqing raised her head and smiled, "Well, both of you brothers participated this year, but the results haven't come out yet. They should be here soon."

"When you get it, be sure to tell us right away," Yang Huamei said.

Yang Ruqing smiled and nodded: "That's a must."

Yang Huamei said again, "Chen'er is steady and capable of achieving success in the imperial examinations. That child is a prodigy. As for Da Zhi, I also wish him all the best in his examinations!"

Yang Ruqing's smile was a bit awkward. Her aunt spoke straight to the point, without beating around the bush.

This means that Da Zhi is not as academically gifted as Chen Er, right?

To be honest, looking at all the students in Qi's generation, how many could compare to Chen'er's excellence?

So, Da Zhi isn't as talented as Chen'er, but that's not a big deal.

“Let me be a little unhumble, my Chen’er is undoubtedly a brilliant child, but Zhi’er isn't bad either. Moreover, Zhi’er studies just as diligently and assiduously as Chen’er!” Yang Ruqing said with a faint smile.

Yang Huamei speaks straight to the point, but that doesn't mean she is foolish. She can hear the meaning behind Yang Ruqing's words.

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Yang Huamei quickly smiled and changed her words: "If all the children of the same age in our Daqi were compared to Chen'er, they would naturally be no match."

"Speaking of which, Dazhi used to study diligently in the school behind our village. Last time, he even passed the exam to become a Xiucai."

"I often tell my big white and little black, you two, don't expect to be like Chen'er. People just have different brains,"

"All a mother wants is for you to study hard, and one day, just like Da Zhi, pass the civil service exam at a young age. That would make her truly happy." she said.

Yang Ruqing also smiled and said, "Dabi and Xiaohhei are both smart. They're just a little playful right now. When they understand things better, they'll naturally strive to improve themselves."

Yang Huamei sighed, "I'm looking forward to it too. Well, I'll go first then. Remember to tell me when Dazhi and Chen'er get married, so I can have some wedding wine!"

Yang Ruqing smiled and nodded: "Then thank you, Auntie, for your kind words. Auntie, walk slowly, and come visit often when you have time."

At night, in Yang Yongxian and Liao Meiying's house.

Yang Yongxian sat at his desk, though he held a book in his hand and pretended to read, his eyes kept glancing at the smaller figure moving about the room.

Since having dinner, the daughter-in-law Meiying has been busy. First, she swept the floor, then tidied up the house. Now she's gone to the kitchen to fetch water. She hasn't stopped for a moment and hasn't said a word to him.

Yang Yongxian glanced at the hourglass beside him, estimating the time. He felt a little restless in his heart.

Tonight is the day Li Xiu Xin moves in. According to custom, he should go to Li Xiu Xin's room tonight.

But this was the first time in his life that he had a wife and concubine living under the same roof. And his wife, so virtuous, didn't utter a single word of reproach or complaint from the moment the matter of taking a concubine was brought up until Li Xiu's mother and son moved in.

This made Yang Yongxian feel his wife's virtuousness, but more importantly, he felt guilty.

So at this moment, he knew he should go to the other room, but he still wanted to sit here for a while.

"Yongxian, stop looking and rest for a while."

Liao Meiying's gentle voice entered my ears.

Yang Yongxian turned his head and saw her standing by the desk, smiling. She had rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and was holding a pot of steaming hot water in her hand.

“Yongxian, come and have your feet warmed up with some hot water first. Then hurry to Xiuxin’s place. You must be exhausted after working all day,” Liao Meiyng continued.

Yang Yongxian's face showed a touch of emotion, and he said, "Don't rush, I want to read the book for a while longer and spend some more time with you."

Upon hearing this, Liao Meiyin was stunned for a moment, then sweetly smiled.

“With your words, I’m happier than anything else.” she said. “But tonight, you shouldn’t read. You can read it anytime. Tonight, Xīn and the child have just arrived, don't neglect them.”

“Come, sit down. Let me give you a foot massage to relieve your tiredness so you can sleep well tonight.”

She placed the basin of water before Yang Yongxian, then crouched down and gently lifted his swollen foot to help him remove his shoes and socks.

Yang Yongxian leaned down and held her hand, saying, "I'll take care of these things myself..."

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Liao Meiying raised her head and looked at him with affection, "I am your wife. It's natural for a wife to serve her husband, let me do it!"

Yang Yongxian had no choice but to withdraw his hand. It had been almost two months since he married Meiying, and ever since their wedding night, she had been the one serving him, washing his feet without a break!

When his tired feet were soaking in the warm water after a long day, and Liao Meiying's soft fingers gently kneaded his aching soles, Yang Yongxian let out a comfortable sigh.

It's no wonder that those who have power, wealth, and influence like to buy people to serve them. The feeling of being waited on is truly not bad!

More than just physical comfort, it brings a sense of psychological fulfillment and respect.

"Comfortable?" Liao Meiying asked while rubbing and raising her head.

Yang Yongxian squinted his eyes and nodded: "It feels good."

Liao Meiying let out a satisfied laugh.

After washing her feet, Liao Meiying brought a pair of clean socks and shoes for Yang Yongxian to change into.

"Alright, hurry over and keep Xiu Xin and her child company. Don't let them wait too long." she said softly.

Yang Yongxian was a little afraid to look into her eyes, he just nodded. As he left, he said, "You should rest early too. You've worked hard all day and must be tired."

Liao Meiying shook her head gently and watched Yang Yongxian leave.

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