Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Mother

Ever since selling the land, Xu Zhu has felt like he's floating on air.

The village has been very quiet lately, with nothing major happening, just trivial matters.

Xu Zhu either heard Xu Daniu complaining that their cow had recently refused to go into the shed, and Xu Daniu angrily slapped the cow's rump twice, but the cow very considerately farted, warming Xu Daniu's hands in the slightly chilly weather. Or he was making fish head soup for Li Baobao every day.

Why make fish head soup every day? It's quite a coincidence. Li Baobao, Gou Sheng, and a few friends went to the river to catch fish. The others thought Li Baobao was too young, so they only allowed him to watch from the riverbank, not to go in. Li Baobao was very annoyed, but then he unexpectedly saw several fish rising to the surface, their whites turning white, making them very easy to catch.

"Brother Er Gou, come quick! There's a fish here! Brother Zhu Zi, come quick!" Li Baobao was overjoyed to see the fish and shouted excitedly. He poked the fish with his hand, but the fish was lazy and didn't want to move.

Er Gouzi and his friends encountered unprecedented good fortune. The naked children used small nets to catch fish, and the fish practically jumped into the nets. In just a few hours, they could catch half a basket of fish.

"Bao'er, let's not eat fish tomorrow, okay?" Xu Zhu pulled the playful Li Baobao along, took a handkerchief, dampened it, and wiped his face. She had a headache, for goodness' sake. She especially hated eating fish; otherwise, she would have gone to the river to catch fish to eat like everyone else as soon as she transmigrated.

"That's delicious, Mom!" Li Baobao protested as Xu Zhu wiped his face.

Xu Zhu sighed. Who did Li Baobao take after to love eating fish? It certainly wasn't her. The original owner of this body had never even eaten fish before. So it must be her father, Li Qian!

Thinking of this, Xu Zhu sighed again. Li Qian must have come back alive, but she had no sympathy for someone who abandoned his wife and children.

Li Baobao, thinking that she wouldn't be able to eat fish tonight, also looked gloomy and sighed. If anyone saw this scene, they would surely chuckle, as the two, one big and one small, had exactly the same expression.

Early the next morning, Xu Zhu led Li Baobao and packed their bags to Kyoto.

Xu Zhu had been researching which academy was best for the past few days, and now he finally had some ideas. The State of Qi had four great academies, the two most famous being Xuanwu Academy and Zhuque Academy. These two academies were located in the south and north, respectively. The emperor once jokingly remarked: "Zhuque in the south and Xuanwu in the north, they gather all the talents of Qi." This shows that both academies produced outstanding individuals throughout history. Xu Zhu, along with Li Bao, was preparing to go to Xuanwu Academy in the capital.

Upon entering Kyoto, I realized it was like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden. The streets were bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder, the cries of vendors, the chatter of pedestrians, and the clatter of horses' hooves all showcasing the prosperity of the capital of Qi.

The academy is built halfway up the mountain, nestled against the mountain and beside the water. The scenery is beautiful, the gate is simple and ancient, and the scholarly atmosphere is overwhelming, making people want to read.

These two weeks are the enrollment period for the academy. Many people go to the academy. Some are from poor families and have finally saved up enough money to bring their children to register. Others are from wealthy families who ride on the backs of their servants up the mountain, with pageboys carrying book chests beside them.

Xu Zhu looked at other people's children, then at his own little bean sprout, barely half his height. He felt utterly hopeless. What set Xuanwu Academy apart from other academies was its small enrollment—fewer than a hundred students each year—yet tens of thousands applied. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that only one in a thousand could be selected.

Furthermore, students who could answer the Master's questions could become his disciples and study diligently. These students were called: Xuanwu's core disciples.

This practice of having renowned teachers instruct outstanding students meant that the top three finishers in the Qi state's imperial examinations were all core disciples of the four major academies, with very few underdogs making a comeback. Of course, there was one exception: the villainous Xiaodoubao, whom Xu Zhu led around the table. In the book, Xiaodoubao is the only top scholar who never attended an academy and wasn't a core disciple.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhu felt a surge of confidence again; his son was sure to become a core disciple. Completely forgetting, Xu Zhu was so confident that his son couldn't even read a single character.