Mr. Sun has a firm attitude. No matter how Mrs. Sun advises her, she refuses to change her words. She must be a high school Jinshi to be qualified to be included in the son-in-law.

Thinking of his daughter who was still waiting for news in the boudoir, Mrs. Sun angrily threw the chess piece into the chess box, stood up and said to Mr. Sun, "You are stubborn. If you really wait for that young man to have a high school Jinshi, can it be your turn to be his father-in-law?"

After saying that, he turned around and left, and went to the backyard to find his daughter Sun Rongrong.

In a room south of the backyard, Sun Rongrong sat upright in front of the window, holding the book in her hand, staring blankly. She didn't know what she thought of, and a shy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which made her look at Xiaoru, the close maid serving the side, pursing her lips and smirking.

"Miss, are you thinking about Mr. Sang again? Mr. Sang will be back in a few days. I'm afraid that the lady will be able to relieve her lovesickness." Xiaoru has been serving Sun Rongrong since she was a child. The relationship between the master and the servant is very close. She knows clearly what Sun Rongrong's daughter's family thinks, and she speaks more casually.

Sun Rongrong glared at Xiaoru in shame and exclaimed her, and reached out to scratch her itch: "Okay, you stinky girl, you dare to tease your master, see if I don't deal with you well."

"Miss, please spare me!" Xiaoru was most tickled and begged for mercy while hiding, but the room was so big, where could she hide?

"Hmph, now you know to beg for mercy? It's over!" Sun Rongrong refused to give in. She scratched Xiaoru and scratched her. Xiaoru cried and laughed, and tears came out.

Mrs. Sun heard the laughter and clamor in the room outside the yard. When she walked in quickly, she saw her daughter and maid rolling in. She immediately said angrily: "Look, look, what kind of style is this? Is there any rule for a lady from a family?"

The Sun family is either a wealthy family, or a few scholars, which can be called a scholarly family, but their rules come according to the wealthy families. Usually, in front of Mr. Sun and Mrs. Sun, Sun Rongrong dared not make such a fuss with Xiaoru, so she would be a little casual when she carried the two of them on her back.

Hearing Mrs. Sun's shout, Sun Rongrong and Xiaoru stopped fighting in an instant and hurriedly got up from the ground. It's okay for Sun Rongrong, but Mrs. Sun would not punish her. Xiaoru, a servant, couldn't do it. After she got up, her body kept trembling, afraid of being punished by Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun had no intention of paying attention to Xiaoru, gave her a look and said coldly: "I have something to say to the lady, you go down first. Without my instructions, no one is allowed to come in."

"Yes, madam!" Xiaoru breathed a sigh of relief, walked out quickly, and closed the door carefully.

"Mom, did your father agree?" Sun Rongrong knew about Mrs. Sun's purpose, jumped forward and hugged Mrs. Sun's arm. She asked, with bright light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Mrs. Sun sighed, pulled her daughter to sit down, and asked seriously: "Did you identify the boy named Sang?"

Sun Rongrong thought the answer was as she thought, and nodded excitedly: "Mom, I like him, I will never marry him in this life."

Mrs. Sun was very embarrassed, but she could only tell the truth: "Your father refused to agree, saying that he had to wait for someone to have a high school Jinshi."

When Sun Rongrong heard this, she widened her eyes angrily: "It was her father who said that Mr. Sang passed the imperial examination and agreed, how could he not keep his word?"

Mrs. Sun also complained, but she didn't want to have a relationship between the father and daughter for this matter, so she said kind words to her husband: "Your father is also for your own good. He hopes that you can be a dignified official lady, rather than being the name of a juren lady for the rest of your life."

Sun Rongrong was even more dissatisfied: "Dad isn't he just a juren in his life, so why should he dislike Mr. Sang? Mr. Sang is still young and has many opportunities. Could it be that if he fails once, my father keeps asking me to wait for the old girl to be born, and then he will not dislike him?"

"Nonsense, how could your father let you be an old girl?" Mrs. Sun angrily patted her daughter and said slowly: "Your father's concerns make sense. If that Young Master Sang really can pass the Jinshi in the spring exam next year, it will be no problem. But if he fails even more, he fails the test like your father. If you marry him, wouldn't it be a waste of your future?"

Seeing that his mother was standing on his father's side, Sun Rongrong was completely anxious: "Mom, I like him as a person. I don't care whether he is a Jinshi or not. Even if I can only be a juren in this life, I will be happy."

Mrs. Sun smiled at her daughter, and the smile was meaningful: "You really think so in your heart? If that young master Sang had a skinny look and had no ink in his chest, he could only stay in the countryside for the rest of his life, and even the skinny look was gone under the wind and sun, would you still marry him?"

Sun Rongrong opened her mouth and wanted to say "will", but she hesitated and could not say these two words.

"Look, the reason why you like him is that he is different from ordinary peasant children. His future is promising. If you marry him, you will be honored by your husband and wife. Otherwise, you will not decide not to marry him, nor will you hesitate after asking for your mother."

"Mom, no, it's not like this..." Sun Rongrong wanted to defend herself, feeling that her true feelings were questioned and insulted.

"Rongrong, you are the daughter of your mother. Can't you see what you really think in your heart?" Mrs. Sun patted her daughter's hand and comforted her: "This is not a bad thing. People know what they want is a good thing. Only when they know will they work hard to fight for it. It is better than those confused people. Whether you like the appearance and posture of Mr. Sang or his talent and future, as long as you know how to measure and choose."

Just like her niece, she looks outstanding, and she was married by her grandfather at birth. It would be fine if her fiancé is promising, but she is just a mud that cannot be supported on the wall. This niece just doesn't know what she wants, and she never thought of quitting the marriage and finding another promising husband.

With this, she is not as good as her Rongrong, and she will have to roll in the mud in the future.

Sun Rongrong thoughtful and digested Mrs. Sun's words little by little.

Mrs. Sun did not disturb her daughter. When her daughter's eyes gradually became clear and she had obviously realized something, she continued: "It is not necessarily a bad thing for your father to wait for Mr. Sang to give up before he can give up. However, if he really passes by, he may not necessarily look down on our family. After all, our family only has Juren, and there is not even an official."

This is her most worried issue, otherwise it would be fine if she had to wait for a year or two. The daughter was just in the middle of the hairpin and could still afford it.

After hearing what my mother said, Sun Rongrong stood up anxiously: "Mom, what should I do? No, I have to find a way to convince my father to settle the marriage first, so as not to have too many dreams."

"What's the hurry for you, a child?" Mrs. Sun grabbed her daughter and shook her head helplessly: "After all, she's still a child, and she's not at all stable when encountering things."

Sun Rongrong said shyly: "Mom, it's a lifelong event that concerns my daughter, so how can my daughter become more steady?"

Mrs. Sun smiled and pulled her daughter to sit down again: "Your father's stubbornness can you convince him? Mom comes here to find a way for you!"

Sun Rongrong looked at her mother's clear-headed look and asked with relief: "Mom, what's the solution? Tell me quickly."

"Oh, it's said that girls are too old to stay. You girl..." Mrs. Sun couldn't help but tease her for a few words, and finally defeated Sun Rongrong's spoiled behavior and told her the way she thought of.

Sun Rongrong's face changed constantly with Mrs. Sun's words. After Mrs. Sun finished speaking, she held back her shyness and asked uncertainly: "Mom, isn't this good? If you teach someone to know, your daughter's reputation will be bad."

"Silly girl, I just asked you to go to your cousin's house more, not to let you make your life with others, no one can say anything." Mrs. Sun knocked on her daughter's head, with a bit disgusting: "But you have to grasp the degree yourself, don't show any flaws to make people notice it."

Sun Rongrong nodded solemnly and wrapped her arms around Mrs. Sun's neck: "Mom, you are so good, thank you!"

Mrs. Sun enjoyed her daughter's intimacy: "You are my mother's only daughter. As long as you are well, my mother will feel at ease."

Sun Rongrong's eyes turned red and she secretly decided to wait for her wish to be fulfilled and she must be filial to her mother.

...

The Sang brothers' return journey was quite smooth. The coachman knew that he was the new juren, so he drove very smoothly along the way. He sent the person directly to the door of the Sang family, and also reduced the car rental and charged a fraction of 300 cigarettes.

The two brothers knew that it was not easy for the coachman to send them back from Fucheng from afar. They were not willing to give them less money. After some pulling, they gave them 200 more folks, and asked the coachman to rest in the town and then return to Fucheng.

Watching the coachman leave, the two brothers turned around and were about to enter the door, but General Iron was stunned.

It can only be said that the two brothers arrived home very accidentally. In the few days after receiving the good news, the Sang family was looking forward to the Sang brothers returning every day, and they had to look around the village entrance countless times every day, but they returned disappointed every time.

Not only the Sang family, but also the villagers were looking forward to Sang Yu's return, and people would come to Sang's house to inquire from time to time. This should have been the case today, but an old man with the oldest age and seniority in the village passed away. To show respect, almost everyone in the village went to the elderly's house to pay homage and help with the funeral.

Therefore, not only did the Sang family not stay at home, but they didn’t see anyone walking around on the road from the entrance of the village to the door.

Originally, the sister-in-law of the Yu family, Liu, was waiting at home. Sang Laoshi Mu was not at home, so they had to go to the old house to feed dozens of pigs, and Sang Guo and a few young men also went to help. However, there was no one in the family, and they didn't expect that the Sanglin Sangyu brothers would get home at this point.

Sang Lin naturally didn't know this. He stood there stupidly. If he hadn't been sure this was his own home, he would have doubted whether he had walked the wrong door.

The younger brother was a juren, which was a great joy for the whole family. In his imagination, it should be a lively scene of firecrackers blooming. It was not as deserted as it is now, and there was not even a person to greet him. His heart, which was originally a little turbulent, cooled down suddenly.

Sang Yu didn't think much about it, but was amused by his second brother's expression: "My father and the others should be busy, let's wait at the door."

Sang Lin said helplessly: "That's all."

Neither of them brought the keys. One was to take the exam to bring the keys, which were easy to be lost. The other felt that there were always people at home, and without the need to bring the keys, he did not have the awareness of bringing the keys. Now he had to wait like this.

At this time, someone passed by the Sang family and saw the two brothers, he shouted excitedly: "The Master Juren is back~"

Sang Yu was very uncomfortable when an elder who watched him grow up called "June Master" and quickly bowed to the man: "Uncle Tian, ​​you are an elder, just call my name directly like before."

Uncle Tian laughed and stepped forward to pull Sang Yu and said enthusiastically: "Don't forget your true nature, okay, then I won't be polite to you." He accidentally caught a glimpse of the big lock on the door and said: "Grandmaster, he went there last night, your parents and the others helped you. Wait, uncle will go and call your parents back now."

As he said that, he left in a hurry without waiting for Sang Yu to speak, and his legs were not as sharp as those of his fifties and sixties.

Before Sang Yu could express his gratitude, he watched the people walk away. He silent for a moment and said to his second brother: "Since you know, let's go and worship Grandpa Li too!"

Sang Lin had no objection, threw the bags he brought back into the wall, patted the dust on his hand and said to Sang Yu: "Let's go, it's time to kowtow to him."

When the only Juren in all villages appeared, it seemed like something was detonated, which instantly attracted everyone's attention. The villagers surrounded Sang Yu in the middle and smiled and shouted "June Master" loudly. At the funeral scene where paper money was flying around and white sails were flying, it was quite strange.

The master's house, who should have been immersed in the grief of losing his loved ones, led Sang Yu to the mourning hall with a smile, and placed a brand new meadow on the ground.

It’s not that the Li family is not sad. In fact, Old Master Li lived to be 90 years old. The sons and daughters he raised were filial and respected by his grandchildren. He was also respected by his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. His life was smooth and happy, and he finally went to sleep without any illness. In the old saying, this is a joyful funeral, so he should send people away happily. Crying will make the elderly leave uneasy.

Look, no one who came to worship the house on the inside and outside was mourning and was talking about the good fortune of Mr. Li.

"The youngest of the Sang family is honest and is a juren. As soon as he came back, he kowtowed to the great master and gave him his last journey."

"So he became a juren at a young age!"

"Tsk tsk, the old man lived to this age and was a joyful funeral, and he could be worshipped by the juren. Who in our village has such decentness?"

Looking at Sang Yu who solemnly worshipped Mr. Li, the villagers were all left with appreciation.

A few women were furious and thought carefully about who had a girl of the right age among their relatives and friends. If it were the good news from Sangyu, they would never have such thoughts when they saw Sangyu's actions, but when they saw Sangyu's actions, a faint hope arose in their hearts:
Chapter completed!