After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

The day after Jiang Xiaoqi left, Landlord Jiang received a letter that his grandson had specially left for him.

Taking the letter from Steward Wen, he said, "This child, why can't you say it to my face?" After opening the letter and reading only a few lines, Landlord Jiang sat up straight.

"Greetings, Grandfather!"

My grandson is unfilial; he left home at a young age and has not been able to return for a long time.

I feel ashamed that I cannot be by my grandfather's side to fulfill my filial duty.

However, my Jiang family has no roots or foundation. If we want to join the ranks of great clans, it may not be possible even if we burn the embers of several generations.

Now, with three scholars from one family, it seems like their social standing has changed, but little do they know that the road to officialdom is long and arduous...

The clan school played tricks, they besieged us on the way back, they poisoned us in the middle of the night—all these past events left the grandson wondering if the crisis would truly end with the conclusion of the imperial examination.

The grandson only knows how to defend and not attack, which is not the way of military strategy.

The world is unjust; when one is weak, one is at the mercy of others.

Only when one holds power and stands at a high position can one turn defense into offense and seek fairness in this class-divided world.

My Jiang family, spanning three generations, must work together to climb higher and ensure the safety of our family.

The father has a childlike nature and needs someone to constantly look after and supervise him; the grandfather can find a trusted person to accompany him.

Once they are enrolled in school, they will not need to live at the school; they can simply go home to eat and sleep every day, which will also make it easier for you to supervise them in real time.

On the journey south, I will continue to search for a suitable female tutor and try to invite her back to teach my sisters the Way of Literature.

My eldest sister is about to come of age, and I shouldn't overstep the bounds of my sister's marriage, but I'm really worried about it.

My grandson has only one piece of advice: do not listen to one family's opinions. Even if you follow your parents' wishes and the matchmaker's words, do not marry blindly. At least find out the other party's true character and temperament.

Women are born into hardship. As men of the Chiang family, we should be the support of all the women in the Chiang family!

Furthermore, if Grandfather still has no intention of continuing the imperial examinations as he said that day, he should take Grandmother back to the Longevity Village to live out her days, while Father can be entrusted to the care of his great-uncle.

If the grandfather is willing to fight alongside his grandson and uphold the honor of the Chiang family... Butler Wen has the key to open all the wooden boxes in the grandson's study.

The wooden box contained the materials for the imperial examinations and provincial examinations that Sun had collected and organized over the past few days. With more than a year to go before the imperial and provincial examinations, his grandfather had plenty of time to prepare.

In his spare time, he could also teach his father and supervise his studies after he entered the prefectural school.

...family land...blah blah blah...shop business prospects...blah blah blah...

All of the above was done thanks to my grandfather's hard work and dedication.

Your unfilial grandson, Mingfei, respectfully submits!

Looking at the letter in his hand, Landlord Jiang felt a mixture of one percent emotion, ninety-five percent helplessness, and a little bit of longing.

He understood his grandson's good intentions, but Jiang Changshou was already fifty-four years old, well past the age of knowing one's destiny!

Does this grandson think his grandfather is still a grown man?!

Alas, the provincial examination lasts for nine days; I'm afraid this old man will live to enter the examination hall but not to leave...

Staring at the letter in his hand, thinking about all sorts of things, Landlord Jiang sighed and called Steward Wen to bring him the key.

Upon receiving the keys, Landlord Jiang was both angry and amused. Surely they could open all the wooden crates! There were dozens of keys here!

What's commendable is that each key was numbered, from "Jia Yi" to "Ding Shi," a total of forty keys!

Landlord Jiang felt that it was only because the study wasn't big enough that his grandsons could be numbered from 'A, B, C, D' to 'E, F, G, H'...

Landlord Jiang entered the study, opened the wooden box "Jia Yi", and saw neatly stacked books. This box contained policy essay questions from the imperial examinations over the years.

I randomly picked up the top book and opened it. It was in my grandson's handwriting, densely filled with the answers and explanations of the top scholars from each year's provincial examinations.

Touched, Landlord Jiang slowed down his reading.

Through these books, he seemed to see his grandson burning the midnight oil, poring over documents and materials, painstakingly compiling the essence of various schools of thought into a book.

This is just one book from a box. These wooden boxes are priceless treasures to any scholar!

But it seems that he, who has such privileged circumstances, doesn't know how to cherish them.

My health seems to be alright?

For some reason, I've had far fewer gray hairs lately, and my memory is better than before. Could it really be like what Mingfei said... that scientific research makes people radiant?

Landlord Jiang closed the wooden box, locked it again, and decided to send his son to the prefectural school the next day.

Time is money, but money can't buy time!

A family should always be together!

My grandson has great ambitions, and as his grandfather and father, we must not hold him back!

It's just the provincial examination, right? Let's do it!

Jiang Wenqing: Nobody ever asks for my opinion, right...?

Landlord Jiang acted swiftly and decisively. Upon returning from Jiang Changqing's residence and receiving the recommendation letter from the Assistant Magistrate, he immediately ordered a carriage to be prepared to transport Jiang Wenqing to the Prefectural School, with the second son of the Wen family accompanying him.

Jiang Wenqing was gnawing on a pork knuckle when he was put into the car; he hadn't even swallowed the meat in his mouth yet.

The scene of being packed up and sent to the county school in Changshou County reappeared, and the dead memories suddenly attacked him, making even braised pork knuckles taste bland!

Jiang Wenqing was thus sent to the prefectural school in a daze. He secretly lamented his situation, but there was nothing he could do.

Disobeying his own father? He wouldn't dare! Besides, that would be too unfilial; it's only natural for a son to listen to his father…

If he hadn't listened to his father, he might have been reborn as just a lowly scholar, never living up to his current status as a renowned scholar known as "Scholar Jiang."

The title 'Jiang Xiucai' sounds much better than 'Jiang Tongsheng'. If he really passes the provincial examination, hehe, wouldn't 'Jiang Juren' be even more prestigious and better-sounding than 'Jiang Xiucai'?

Sigh, it's tough, but at least my son won't abandon me. He's a reincarnation of the God of Literature, so surely he can at least bless his mortal father to pass the imperial examinations.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wenqing was no longer so afraid of going to the prefectural school. The people there were all refined and cultured, and the lowest level they were all scholars. They couldn't bully people like the people at the county school.

He wasn't wrong about that. There were indeed few people with ill intentions in the prefectural school. Everyone was busy preparing for the annual and imperial examinations, so who had the mind to do anything else?

However, on his first day at the academy, Jiang Wenqing felt immense pressure from all sides.

The students here are all elites selected from various prefectures and counties, including those who just passed the county-level imperial examination this year.

Jiang Wenqing felt a little uneasy. He tried hard to recall the schedule his son had set for him before the imperial examination, and then he felt a little more at ease.

Pshaw! No matter how outstanding they are, they can't be as outstanding as Wenquxing. I'm Wenquxing's father! What's there to be afraid of?!

There was no turning back once the arrow was released; Jiang Wenqing had no choice but to bite the bullet and blend in with the group of diligently studying scholars.

Wen Lao Er followed Jiang Changqing to the prefectural school, not disturbing his master's studies. He returned after dropping him off, and then brought lunch back at noon.

After school in the evening, I would pick them up and take them home, doing this every day.

At first, Jiang Wenqing didn't think much of it, but later he felt it was too much trouble, so he told Wen'er that they should stay in the dormitory.

Wen Er shook his head vigorously, insisting that he wouldn't cause any trouble. What a joke! He had promised the old master to take good care of the master!

Landlord Jiang opened the wooden boxes prepared by Jiang Xiaoqi one after another, and took out the materials that he and Jiang Wenqing could currently use.

Every day, after Jiang Wenqing returned from the prefectural school, the landlord would interrogate his son about what he had gained that day.

Following the new schedule attached to the thick letter Jiang Xiaoqi wrote to Jiang Wenqing, the father and son meticulously followed every item on the new schedule.

"Alright, that's all for today. Mingfei has set this time as bedtime. Go back and get some rest!"

"I know, Dad. You should rest early too, and don't secretly read behind your son's back."

"Ahem, I know, who's reading at midnight? That's ridiculous! Go on, go on!"

Jiang Wenqing packed up his books, gave the landlord Jiang a look that seemed to say, "Do you think I believe you?", and then left the study, closing the door behind him.

Alas, time is running out. If not now, when? Landlord Jiang opened the Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art again and carefully checked the problems from the daytime.