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

"Uncle, who are you looking for?"

A childish voice came from the ground, and Jiang Wenhai subconsciously looked down to find the source of the sound.

A round, fluffy head, paired with a round, fair little face, was looking up at him with great curiosity.

Her large, dark eyes, like black grapes, were clear and bright, with long, thick, fluttering eyelashes that cast shadows beneath her eyelids.

Her small nose had a straight bridge, and her rosy lips were plump and looked like they had just been rouged.

Whose little fairy is this?

Oh, so they're from the Chiang family!

After all, this is a child who came from the Jiang family mansion, so he must be one of Wenqing's cousin's children.

"Little one, are you a boy or a girl?"

Jiang Wenhai wasn't being perverse; judging from the clothes, the child was indeed dressed as a boy, but her appearance was even more delicate and charming than her daughter's, leaving him somewhat unsure.

I've never seen a boy this handsome before; his looks are probably only comparable to those of the princes in the palace.

"Uncle, I asked you first, and you haven't answered me yet."

"Hahahaha, it's my fault, Uncle. But you shouldn't call me Uncle, you should call me Little Uncle."

"Uncle? I'm a boy! This uncle who claims to be my uncle, don't get me wrong, I'm a boy!"

"Okay, Uncle will remember that. You're a boy. A real man, no doubt about it."

"Okay, I'll remember that. You're here to see my grandfather, right? Let's not chat at the gate, let's go inside and talk."

"Haha, okay, the one with the icy face in the back is also your cousin. Let's go in together to see your grandfather."

Jiang Xiaoqi opened the door wide, and only then did the gatekeeper see that a guest had arrived. He hurriedly came to help the coachman, Lao Wang, drive the carriage to the backyard.

As for leading the guests into the front courtyard reception room, that task fell to Jiang Xiaoqi. "This way, please, both of you."

The little man adhered to the proper way of hospitality. Although his legs were short and guests had to accommodate his pace, his smiling service made up for this slight shortcoming.

Jiang Wenhai then noticed that the little boy had two shallow dimples when he smiled. They were not visible when he wasn't smiling, but when he smiled, his eyes curved, making it easy for him to win the favor of others.

He had already guessed that this was probably the "Qilin'er" mentioned in his uncle's letter, after all, this branch of the family had only one son in four generations, and there was only one son among the children of the Jiang family in this generation.

Hmm, she seems quite clever, but I wonder if she really is a reincarnation of the God of Literature, born with an innate scholarly air.

"Uncle Wen, these are relatives from the prefectural city, here to see Grandfather. Is Grandfather in?"

"Young Master, the Old Master went to the estate early this morning and will probably not return until around 7 a.m. Please have the guests have tea and rest in the front hall first."

"Okay, Uncle Wen, you make the arrangements. I'm small and walk slowly, so I'll stay in the front hall and keep my two uncles company."

"Yes, young master, please, gentlemen."

Butler Wen went downstairs to arrange tea and snacks, and Jiang Xiaoqi, acting like a little adult, exchanged pleasantries and chatted with Jiang Wenhai and Jiang Wenhao.

His father is still studying hard at the county school, and he is the only male in the family!

During this time, she handled various issues with ease, and spoke about family matters as appropriate, while keeping quiet about things that shouldn't be said, subtly changing the subject.

When it comes to interrupting, Jiang Xiaoqi thinks she's pretty professional. After all, she was a seasoned veteran in the workplace in her previous life, never treating colleagues and leaders as friends, and had long since mastered the skill of saying one thing to one person and another to another.

After several attempts to test him, Jiang Wenhai was shocked once again. Was this really a three-year-old? This child was even more cunning and shrewd than his eight-year-old son.

"Hahaha, Mingfei, do you know that your grandfather sent a letter to the prefectural city, wanting you to enter my Jiang family school?"

"Oh? This kid doesn't know. My grandfather started teaching me in the spring. I thought he would teach me for a few years before I went to a private school outside."

"Well, it's no wonder you didn't know. After all, your grandfather probably wasn't sure if you could get into the clan school. He wanted to wait until things were settled before making a decision, so as not to disappoint you."

"Yes, my grandfather has always been cautious, which is indeed his style of doing things, steady and reliable."

"Hahaha, you do know your grandfather quite well. But your grandfather has a lot of confidence in you. In his letter, he even said that it was not your loss that you did not enroll in the clan school, but the loss of the Jiang clan school and even the entire Jiang clan."

Jiang Xiaoqi was speechless. "Grandfather, is this how you ask for a favor?"

Wanting his grandson to get into a prestigious school, he wrote a letter to the principal, but instead of saying anything nice, he made some outrageous remarks. How audacious!

Is this showing confidence in her grandson, or is it making him disliked?

"Grandfathers love their grandchildren so much that they may exaggerate. All children are good to their own parents, so it's inevitable that they'll have a bit of a parental bias."

"Oh? What are these parent-child green mirrors?"

Oh no, I got carried away and blurted something out.

"Hehe, that's because they see their own child as perfect. It's precisely because of that blood relationship that they lose the ability to give a fair evaluation."

It's a bit convoluted, but never mind, let's just treat it as a kid's nonsense!

"I see. You're so young, yet you have your own unique understanding of people and things. That's rare, truly rare."

"You flatter me."

Jiang Wenhao couldn't hold back any longer. His older brother was acting like a serious elder, which was really weird and annoying. He really wanted to poke him and make him break the act.

But I only thought about it in my head and didn't actually do it. In public, I should still give my older brother some face.

Since their uncle hadn't returned, they couldn't privately test the child's knowledge, so they could only subtly inquire about the child's learning progress.

However, judging from Jiang Xiaoqi's words and actions, they actually believed most of what was said in the letter.

After all, what three-year-old child could so skillfully navigate between two adults who had already achieved the rank of scholar?

"My two uncles, please have some coarse tea. We don't usually entertain distinguished guests at home, so we only have some plain tea that is not suitable for formal occasions. We apologize for the inconvenience."

"Not at all, not at all. Our Jiang family, going back several times, was just an ordinary farming family. We all came from humble beginnings and didn't have any of those privileged people's diseases."

This isn't entirely untrue. After all, it was only with Jiang Changqing's generation that people truly embarked on an official career and became officials. Before that, they were just a family of farmers and scholars, at most producing students who passed the imperial examinations.

But after becoming an official, Jiang Changqing realized that becoming an official was not the end of his efforts, but rather the beginning of everything.

With no connections in the court, he was like a lone tree unable to support its own people. It took him several years to rise from a seventh-rank county magistrate in a remote county. Now, nearing fifty, he has only managed to obtain a fifth-rank official position by accumulating seniority.

Fortunately, Jiang Changqing had the foresight to establish a clan school after passing the imperial examination. He valued education within the clan and hoped that the clan members could help each other and support each other in their future official careers.

At first, the clan school could only invite an old scholar. Later, as he became an official and accumulated some connections, he was able to ask someone to introduce a scholar who had no interest in continuing to take the imperial examinations to teach.

After nearly thirty years of development, ethnology has now become quite a significant field.

"Hahahaha, which nephew has arrived? I'm so sorry for the poor hospitality!"

Landlord Jiang returned weary from his journey; his voice preceded his arrival, and it was full of vigor.