How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Xia Chu held her stomach tightly, sweating coldly from the pain.

"I'll go get a doctor!" Cuihua ran out in a panic and met Qiu Niang head-on.

Qiu Niang held her back and asked, "What happened? Why are you so flustered?"

"The young lady has a stomachache. I'll go get a doctor!" Cuihua was extremely anxious, but Qiuniang didn't let go of her hand. "I'll ask a little girl to go. You take good care of the young lady."

There was a clinic near Yin Ge Garden. Seeing that the little girl was very anxious, the doctor thought it was an emergency. Without asking any questions, he picked up the medicine box and jogged after her.

Seeing the pale, sweaty little girl, he hurried over to take her pulse. His expression changed from serious to stunned, and finally he frowned and sighed.

Cuihua was so frightened that she burst into tears and begged in a sobbing voice, "Doctor! You must save our young lady! Please!"

"Stop yelling." The doctor took out a silver needle and pricked the back of Xia Chu's thumb, squeezing out a few drops of blood. "Alright, someone get me some medicine. Don't eat so much next time, little girl, how can you be so greedy..."

Xia Chu only felt the pain fade away with the few drops of blood. Although she still felt a little uncomfortable, it was not as unbearable. After hearing the doctor's last few words, she dug her toes into the ground in embarrassment, just wanting to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Cuihua blinked blankly, as if she hadn't reacted. Qiuniang was also stunned for a moment, then she reacted and laughed angrily. "Chunchun, go get the medicine from the doctor."

The doctor had already walked outside, still muttering, "How could this young woman have stretched herself so far? Perhaps she hadn't eaten in a long time." But her pulse was strong and steady, which didn't seem likely.

Chunchun pursed her lips to suppress her laughter, "Doctor, this way."

Cuihua wiped away her tears and complained, "Miss! Don't eat so much next time!"

Xia Chu nodded repeatedly, looking honest, "Don't tell my mother."

"I won't tell the madam, but I will tell Master Zhao that I won't indulge you next time!" Cuihua was almost scared to death just now, and now she is so bold that she dares to teach her own lady a lesson.

Qiu Niang was still inside the house. Overhearing the conversation, she asked curiously, "A cyan carriage?"

Zhao Huazhang's carriage was cyan, and although he didn't get out, he was a frequent visitor. The girls in the garden basically knew about it, and they were secretly wondering what kind of person he was.

Xia Chu was a little embarrassed and didn't want to talk about this, so she changed the subject and said, "I'm sweating all over. Sister Qiu Niang, please find me something to wear."

Knowing it was her excuse, Qiu Niang didn't insist. Xia Chu had two sets of clothes ready, and she knew where they were, so she dug them out. Cui Hua went to get some water. She'd sweated so much, she needed to wash up before changing into dry clothes.

Chunchun returned with the medicine and boiled it herself, bringing it over to Xiachu. After drinking it, Xiachu had almost recovered. Nothing was wrong here, so she prepared to go home. She also had to find an excuse to explain why she had changed her clothes.

Cuihua did not mention Xia Chu's illness from overeating in front of Dong Xiaohuan, but Dong Xiaohuan could see at a glance that her daughter's complexion was not right. Xia Chu made up an excuse to fool her.

Another letter from Zhang Zhou arrived. He was fortunate to be ranked last in the first class and was appointed as a reviewer in the Hanlin Academy. He would return home soon.

Dong Xiaohuan was so happy that she didn't know what to do. One moment she wanted to give something away at the store to share the great joy of her family with everyone. The next moment she said that the house needed repairs and that the furniture was too old and needed new ones.

Dong Xiaomao, upon hearing the news, prepared a generous gift and sent it over. Jia Qingwu naturally also picked out some fine items, including top-quality brushes, inkstones, and paper.

Dong's father and mother couldn't sit still, so they came over to ask in person and asked Xia Chu to read the letter three times.

Calculating the date when the letter will arrive, I figured out that Zhang Zhou should be arriving soon.

"This house should be renovated. We two old folks will pay for it, as a gift for Xiao Zhou." Dong's mother smiled from ear to ear, feeling incredibly lucky. The children she'd adopted were all so successful. Thinking back to the gossip in the village when they first adopted her, she wished she could go back and have a proper talk with them. Who would dare to call her daughter stupid, saying she had too much money to spend to adopt four children at once?

Dong Xiaohuan pushed the silver back from her mother and said, "How can I ask you to pay for it? I have already found the craftsmen. You don't need to worry about it."

Dong's mother was not happy about it. She stuffed the money into her hand with a stern face and said, "My grandson is so promising. What's wrong with me spending some money to build a house for him?"

"Please accept it. It's a little gift from your mother and me." As soon as Dong's father opened his mouth, Dong Xiaohuan no longer refused.

With the house in need of renovations and new furniture, Jia Qingwu seized the opportunity to invite them all to move in. This time, Dong Xiaohuan didn't refuse, and Wang Yong agreed. After all, with such a big family event, the house hadn't been renovated in years. They took this opportunity to renovate it in preparation for their son's return.

The Wang family's move in made Jia Qingwu happier than Zhang Zhou's success as a Jinshi. All the servants in the Jia family got to work, tidying up the house.

Zhao Huazhang rummaged through his private library and collected all the calligraphy, paintings and books. Don't all scholars love these things? So he moved them all over and gave them to his second brother-in-law.

"Send them all?" Qingsong looked at the box in front of him that was as high as his thighs, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Well, it's useless." Zhao Huazhang looked around and made sure there was not a single piece of paper left.

"Give it away now?" Qingsong frowned, "Master, are you sure you will accept it?"

Zhao Huazhang had already made up his mind, "Don't send him off now. Wait until Zhang Zhou comes back. There will be many guests by then, so you can find a familiar servant to send him off and then leave."

"Yes." Qingsong could say nothing. These things were not his anyway. He just didn't know what would happen if the master found out. Last time, the master came to ask for the original painting. In fact, the young master was going to give it to him, but who knew that Aunt Luo would interfere again.

The wealthy merchants who heard the news began to prepare gifts, and the headmaster of the academy was overjoyed. The one who taught Zhang Zhou was especially happy and wept.

Everyone was waiting for Zhang Zhou's return, and Zhang Zhou was almost there.

"Oh, what a shame, I'm the only one who didn't win." Xu Shiqing sighed. If it weren't for the smile in his eyes, he could have really fooled people.

Zhang Xin knew his character and was completely unmoved.

Zhang Zhou knew he had no intention of doing this, but he still offered some words of comfort. Finally, he said, "Take the exam again in three years. Yuanshan and I will be waiting for you in Beijing."

"I don't want to. Studying is exhausting." Xu Shiqing put his hands behind his head. "I want to go home and inherit the family business. When the time comes, I will expand the family business to the capital. We can collude with officials and businessmen and make a lot of money."

Zhang Xin put down the book in his hand and said, "Whenever you want to, why don't you come with us this time?"

"No, no, I need to rest." Xu Shiqing refused repeatedly, "It's almost there, it's almost there."