The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Youning snatched the big straw hat from his father's hand, fanned himself with it, and said shamelessly: "What kind of shame is that? I didn't steal or rob, it's the result of my labor."

"It's not shameful, but the kite incident you created was so turbulent. You were in danger just now. Can't you be a little more honest? Can't you take care of your feathers? Also, there are so many people here, so mixed. In order to go out with more than two people, you only brought Qiao Rong with you, and you sent him out. What's going on in your little head?"

"Dad, there are also my husband Song Tingzhi and his son Song Qianyuan!"

"Humph!" Cheng Feng was so angry that Cheng Youning laughed, "Don't you see your teacher's legs and feet? He can't even run away if he encounters trouble. How can he protect you? And his son is so skinny that you can't even stretch his body. Let's not talk about whether he has the ability to protect himself. Don't you realize that he doesn't like you?"

"Did Dad see that he didn't like the child?"

"Anyone with eyes can see it, but you are so stupid that you don't realize it and you keep chatting with others."

"My child has figured it out. This guy owes me a katydid. I have to give him a good walk. This Song Qianyuan is just like his father, aloof and arrogant, and pretentious."

Cheng Feng patted Cheng Youning on the back of his head, "Once a teacher, always a father. How can a student say this about his teacher? Daddy reminds you that you can't be arrogant and look down on others just because you are in a high position. You must not lose your morals."

"I know. I am just speaking the truth." Cheng Youning raised his head and put his mouth close to Cheng Feng's ear, lowering his voice and saying, "My teacher has a very strange personality. Yesterday, I went to the Song Mansion to become his disciple, and happened to hear that my teacher was planning to resign."

"Song Tingzhi wants to resign, right?" Cheng Feng didn't believe that there was such a stupid person.

"Really? How could I tell such a lie to my father? I heard it with my own ears, and it cannot be wrong."

"It was not easy for him to get the position of Shanglinling, and he was almost involved in your kite incident. His purpose was to seek an official position. Why doesn't he plan to take it now that he has one?"

"My husband Song Tingzhi is planning to take the imperial examination."

Cheng Feng looked back at Song Tingzhi who was working, "If you dislike your low position, you can find another one. Resigning is a waste of time. It's so easy to stand out in the imperial examination. Can someone like him with a leg disease take the imperial examination?"

"In the past, you couldn't, but in order to recruit talented people, my grandfather has relaxed the policy and is revising the law. From now on, anyone with real talent and knowledge can take the imperial examination."

"That's good. It means equal opportunities. Since you are willing to take the path of the imperial examination, it shows that your husband Song Tingzhi has real talent and knowledge."

Cheng Youning complained to his father: "I don't know whether he has real talent or not. I have been swinging a hoe for two days under his guidance. If this continues, I will become a real farmer."

Seeing Cheng Youning full of energy, he actually didn't want to do such hard work.

"What's wrong with being a peasant? You are the prince, so don't categorize people into different classes all the time."

"I don't classify people into different classes. It's that arrogant Song Qianyuan who looks down on people like us who come from a merchant family. He even told me that he also wants to take the imperial examination." After saying this, Cheng Youning laughed maliciously.

"He is young but he knows how to make progress. You should learn from him. Why are you giggling?" Cheng Feng's opinion of the father and son of the Song family changed a lot in an instant.

Cheng Youning said, "If the father and son take the imperial examination at the same time, what would the father do if the son passed and the father failed?"

"What's the big deal? At least one person in the family has passed the exam. It doesn't matter who passes."

"Then isn't this father too incompetent?"

Cheng Feng slapped Cheng Youning on the back of the head without mercy. Cheng Youning screamed "Ouch" and complained, "Daddy, why did you hit me so hard?"

"I, your father, can't even read a few words. Do you also think that your father is incompetent?"

"Alas, what are you thinking, Dad? They are pursuing careers in government, and our family is the royal family. We are not comparable. It doesn't matter if Dad is illiterate. Dad doesn't need to take the imperial examination. Besides, Dad practices medicine at home when he has nothing to do. Dad can be considered well-educated."

"Okay, stop picking nice things to say and go drink your porridge."

Cheng Youning's little mouth is very good at coaxing people to death. Cheng Feng has experienced this many times, so this time he doesn't listen to Cheng Youning's words.

However, Cheng Youning still said, "Daddy, I'm not hungry."

Reclaiming wasteland is a hard job and it is impossible not to be hungry.

"I still don't know your little tricks. Selling katydids is just a cover. Buying you delicious food is real, right?"

Even though his lie was exposed, Cheng Youning didn't feel ashamed. "Dad, buying delicious food is just a side job. The main point is to sell katydids."

"Okay, Daddy doesn't know what you're thinking? Have a bowl of porridge first. It's so hot and you're doing such heavy work. How can you not eat?" Cheng Feng felt sorry for his son being hungry and doing heavy work. "Son, will you come here to reclaim the wasteland tomorrow?"

Cheng Youning nodded resignedly: "I've been here recently. Oh! I miss Mr. Huang Chenming. At least Mr. Huang doesn't have to work so hard in class. Daddy, do you think this Song guy is seeking revenge?"

Cheng Feng touched Cheng Youning's head and said, "I've been reclaiming wasteland with you, so it's not a personal vendetta. Son, it's time to hone your hardworking character.

Cheng Youning pursed his lips and said nothing. When he sat down on a small stool, the bowl of porridge prepared for him had already been cooled and was just the right temperature. However, Cheng Youning was thinking about Manjiangqiao's four-happiness meatballs. He slowly picked up the bowl of porridge and took a long time to finish half of it.

Shang Xi put down the bowl of porridge and looked at Cheng Youning who had no appetite, a little worried: "Did Youning have a heat stroke? Why can't he eat?"

Cheng Feng snorted, "What kind of heat stroke is this? Qiao Rong went to the city to buy him some delicious food. How can he eat this white porridge if he has something delicious?"

"And this matter, didn't we agree to have rice porridge for lunch?"

Cheng Youning grinned at his parents, but Han Nianxia heard what he said. Han Nianxia was a real foodie. When she heard that there were four-happiness meatballs, she couldn't drink the porridge in her hand. She held the bowl in one hand and dragged her small stool with the other hand to rub against Cheng Youning's side, "Youning, give me one of the four-happiness meatballs later."

Cheng Youning neither agreed nor refused. He asked Han Nianxia, "Do you know what I got the Four Happiness Meatballs in exchange for?"