The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 392 A Flowery Road

If Xiao Ayu wants to go back to Hujia Village, she needs to ask the teacher for leave at Yangjia Private School.

Master Yang had long treated Xiao Ayu as a true student, so he took the opportunity to test her.

Originally, the content for a three-year-old's teaching test was simple; he just memorized some primers.

But Xiao Ayu showed intelligence in her daily life. Master Yang not only made her memorize books, but also made her memorize several poems and even write two pieces of calligraphy.

Before leaving, the teacher held up the large characters written by Xiao Ayu and said, "Your calligraphy is still not up to par, it lacks style and spirit. When you return home this time, do not forget your studies. Practice two pieces of calligraphy every day. When you return home for leave, I will test you again."

Little Ayu nodded vigorously and bowed to Master Yang: "Master, I understand everything."

Of course she had to learn to write well; every word in the letter her brother Ayou wrote back was so beautiful.

Her family says her handwriting looks like little steamed buns, each one rounder than the last.

When Xiao Ayu took her mission back, Ouyang Changjing and the others were stunned.

Ouyang Pei said, "I remember when Ruan Ruan was this age, let alone memorizing books, she would only scribble when she picked up a pen. Your father's books were often vandalized back then—"

Moreover, as the only princess of the Ouyang family, she was truly pampered by the entire royal family.

Naturally, they were raised to be exceptionally spoiled.

She loved to follow the old emperor and scribble on memorials with a pen. Later, they coaxed her into making a little princess seal for her.

So the memorials the ministers received, in addition to the emperor's personal annotations, also had a princess's small seal with the words "Ruan Ruan knows" written on it in the official script of the Western Regions.

“Now I’m starting to suspect that this child might be from another royal family. Our Ruan Ruan wasn’t this bright when she was little.” Ouyang Changjing also had his doubts.

Ouyang Changjing knew his younger sister best; she would complain of a headache as soon as she picked up a book, and say she was hungry when asked to write.

Whenever his father tested his knowledge, he would resort to all sorts of tricks and blunders.

He's obviously not cut out for literature.

"Speaking of which, Ruan Ruan was finally able to calm down thanks to that kid." At this point, Ouyang Pei suddenly shuddered. "Did that kid go to the barbarian tribe? It's been more than half a year and he hasn't come back yet. If he comes back and finds out that we have news of Ruan Ruan, he'll probably hold a grudge against us too."

Ouyang Changjing also thought of this.

"That kid has become increasingly outrageous in recent years. It's better that he doesn't know." If that person had come along, they wouldn't have been so gentle. They might have kidnapped the little boy and taken him back to the Western Wind Kingdom on the very day they arrived.

Ye Yuncang stood to the side, smiling faintly and remaining silent.

When he returned to Xifeng Kingdom, he originally wanted to find that "madman," but unfortunately, the man wasn't there.

Otherwise, there would be plenty of excitement to watch.

Apart from Wang Sanlang, the three members of the eldest branch of the Wang family all returned to Hujia Village with Old Mrs. Wang.

Old Wang was originally supposed to stay, but he couldn't resist and wanted to see what the village was like now, so he decided to go too.

Grandma Wang initially disagreed, but Old Wang just pursed his lips and looked at her, appearing stubborn.

"Dalang, don't come back with us yet. Wait until your younger brothers are off work, then bring them all back to the village." Old Mrs. Wang looked at Wang Dalang, who was completely bewildered, and said to him, "Your second uncle is going to study at an academy outside the village soon, and your second aunt will be going with him. Your third brother's wife will be looking after the steamed bun shop, and your fourth uncle won't be home, so your fourth aunt will be going to a private school. The family will depend on you to support it."

Wang Dalang's mouth dropped open: "Ah? Grandma, I'm not married yet—"

"Your marriage is already arranged. You should stay home and oversee the betrothal matters during this time. Don't neglect your future in-laws." Old Mrs. Wang said with a half-smile. "If you can't seize this opportunity, I'll go to Dahe Village and introduce Liang Yue to you."

Wang Dalang: "..."

This is too cruel!

Speaking of the young lady from the clerk's family, when Wang Dalang went with his mother and grandmother, they didn't even sit for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. The girl was still wearing a veil, and after sitting for a short while, her mother sent her away.

To be honest, Wang Dalang didn't even get a clear look at what the girl looked like, let alone her personality.

Later, Grandma went directly to talk to Lord Zhang. After she finished, she didn't even have time to stroll around the county town before she went home in a daze.

Even now, Wang Dalang still has no idea what to expect.

How did it get settled?

Seeing Wang Dalang's hesitation, Wang Chuanfu slapped him on the shoulder and said, "Dalang, your grandmother is training you. You're about to get married, so you have to be dignified and composed. You are the eldest son and grandson of our Wang family, so you can't disgrace the Wang family."

These words made Wang Dalang feel a heavy weight on his shoulders.

Wang Dalang asked, "Father, before you and Mother got married, did Grandma also let you manage things?"

“If your father were capable, I’d have half the gray hairs on my head.” Old Mrs. Wang showed no mercy to Wang Chuanfu. “Your eldest son’s family needs someone to hold things together. Otherwise, you shouldn’t be the eldest son’s family. Just write your names down and be the younger brothers!”

Wang Chuanfu: "..."

Wang Dalang: "..."

The Western guards hiding in the shadows: "..." Are all the old ladies in town this fierce now?

The red snake, who happened to be on duty, smiled slightly at them.

There are many things you don't know.

And so, Wang Dalang was left behind.

Old Mrs. Wang, along with her husband and daughter-in-law and little Ayu, slowly made their way to Hujia Village in the mule cart that Old Wang had bought.

Not long after they left the town, they encountered several officials sent by Zhang Zhan. He said he had heard that the school in their village had been built and wanted the officials to go and inspect it to see if there was anything wrong with it.

Ouyang Changjing and his group, who were following behind, also heard the report from their subordinates inside the carriage.

Ouyang Changjing: "The inspection was a pretense; the real purpose was to clear their village's name."

In the villages under the jurisdiction of the county, there are not many private schools, but there are still quite a few, and not every one of them can get the opportunity to be inspected like this.

"The magistrate of Yongding County was previously an imperial envoy who was in charge of disaster relief. The people of Hujia Village had helped him before." This was not a secret in Yongding County, and Ye Yuncang had naturally heard about it.

Ouyang Changjing nodded: "Since he knows how to repay kindness, this county magistrate is probably not too bad."

There are several roads leading from Nanhe Town to Hujia Village, including an official road and several smaller paths.

Old Wang drove his mule cart, but instead of taking the wide official road, he traveled on a road that could only accommodate one and a half mule carts.

The driver for Ouyang Changjing became wary, thinking they were about to take them to some remote place.

However, it turned out that although the path was not very wide, it was quite flat, and in some of the more rugged parts, there was even a long stretch of gravel.

The stones are closely connected, so whether it's a mule cart or a horse-drawn carriage, the bumps are not as intense when traveling on them.

What amazed them most was that this road, whose end was unknown, was lined with wildflowers on both sides.

A variety of wildflowers lined the path; though not precious, they created a lively scene, as if welcoming something.

Just as they were wondering, Xiao Ayu's cheerful voice rang out: "Wow, all the flowers everyone planted have bloomed! They're so beautiful!"

(End of this chapter)