Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling Chapter 651: A peasant girl who doesn’t want to be the number one scholar is not a good princess (13)

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Jin Wenting was filled with anger.

Now that the imperial grandfather is not in good health, the court is urging him to establish a crown prince. All seven of his sons have been crowned kings, but he has not shown any intention of naming anyone the crown prince.

Inside the court, the royal father and several uncles were secretly fighting. Many people said that the imperial grandfather focused on his grandchildren.

——So, whichever royal family's heir apparent is outstanding and is valued by the emperor's grandfather, it will give his father a heavyweight bargaining chip.

Jin Wenting has always been favored by Emperor Xinglong, and has long been a thorn in the eyes of his uncles, uncles, and cousins. Even many concubines and brothers in his father's palace are also eyeing him.

This so-called celebrity may not be his confidant, but maybe someone else set him up to put the stigma on him!

Waiting for the struggle between the prince and the neutral prince to reach a fever pitch, and someone suddenly revealed this matter, he and his father were not prepared, and they would definitely be caught off guard.

Jin Wenting's thoughts changed rapidly, and he thought that when he returned, he would get to the bottom of things and would never let these **** off easily.

At the same time, he was a little lucky.

If I hadn't suffered such a disaster and ended up living in this remote village, I'm afraid I wouldn't have found any clues. Then I would be in a hurry at best, or my reputation would be ruined and my efforts would be in vain!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. The girl's hand on his back was still gently stroking his hair, stroking it one by one, soothing his spine. He turned his head and gently Licking the back of her hand.

It wasn't until he felt a tingling sensation on the back of his hand that Tong Su suddenly came back to his senses, chuckled and rubbed his head.

"You won't bite me now?"

Jin Wenting snorted and turned his head away from him.

Tong Su stroked his hair again and continued to think about things.

Dad's annual salary is fifty taels of silver. Over the years, plus rewards and pensions, he has saved a total of more than two hundred taels, and he also has six acres of land in the countryside.

Life is okay, but studying is inevitably cramped.

Nowadays, printing technology has not yet become popular, and a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" costs a full five hundred coins in a bookstore. Xia Qingzhai left behind a lot of books, but it was far from enough. She had to find ways to supplement her family's income and increase income and reduce expenses.

Now, there is an important question before them:

Who will plant the six acres of land?

To hire tenants, they must be of good character, trustworthy, strong, diligent, and willing to work. It’s just that for such a person, his family has naturally bought a field for a long time. How can he go back and rent other people’s fields?

After dinner, Tong Su was still thinking about this matter. Xia Mu used the light from the window to do embroidery work. She finished embroidering a handkerchief and waved her over to take a look.

At this moment, an angry shout suddenly came from outside, and a chaotic crowd ran out from all directions in the village.

"Is Tiehu sick again?"

"What's wrong with me? I think he's possessed by an evil spirit! Burn him, burn him to death, don't spread it to other people in the village!"

"Poor, he was a good farmer at the beginning, why did he suffer from this strange disease! His mother sold all the fields at home and didn't cure him!"

A good farmer?

Has Tian Quan been sold out?

Tong Su's eyes lit up, she was looking for just such a person.

Could it be that you have gone through the iron shoes and found nowhere, and it took no effort to get there?

Tong Su and Xia Mu looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. They quickly put down their things and walked out together.

"Ouch——"

Jin Wenting jumped off the bench, dragged his splinted leg, and stumbled after him. Tong Su turned around when he heard the noise, and wanted to go out to see him when he saw him making a fuss, so he simply grabbed it and scooped it into his arms. Carry it out.

"Don't keep moving around. This leg is not healed yet. What if it gets sprained again?"

Jin Wenting covered his face with his thick short hair and lay on her chest as if nothing had happened. He turned his head away and said nothing.