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

After wandering around for two days, the master and servant finally arrived at Xinghe Prefecture.

Besides Wenbin, the servant, and Datou, the driver, the group that came with them also included a martial arts master hired by Steward Wen from Changshou County.

Jiang Xiaoqi didn't expect Butler Wen to act so quickly, but since she was about to set off, she hurriedly asked the butler to notify Master Wu to come along.

Lin Feng was a retired soldier. He is 35 years old this year, without a wife or children. It is said that he had already reached the rank of commander before his retirement.

Given his skills and abilities, he should have been able to rise through the ranks in a few years. However, three years ago, for some unknown reason, he suddenly resigned and went to work as a bodyguard in the small town of Changshou County.

This is more than just a waste of talent. Butler Wen had his eye on this person for a long time, and the young master ordered that no matter what, they had to do everything in their power to bring him back.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng, the bodyguard, agreed without hesitation when he heard that it was about teaching a little child martial arts.

Standing in front of the city gate of Xinghe Prefecture, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, then rode his horse to follow Jiang Xiaoqi's carriage into the city.

Jiang Xiaoqi naturally couldn't bring two grown men to stay at the Jiang residence, so she booked two rooms at the inn, just like before, one for Lin Feng and one for the coachman.

Since becoming wealthy, Jiang Xiaoqi didn't care about these things. After all, she couldn't let the people who worked hard for her suffer losses, so the treatment had to be better than other companies.

Otherwise, since they weren't selling it to you, you could easily switch jobs. At this point, he shamefully realized why people in ancient times liked to buy and sell people.

Employment relationships are vastly different from subordinate or master-servant relationships. In the former, the master feels insecure, while in the latter, the master has little to no human rights.

Upon arriving at the inn, Jiang Xiaoqi asked Wenbin to go to Uncle Datou's room, while she followed him into Lin Feng's room.

"Mr. Lin, please have a seat!"

Since he hadn't formally become an apprentice, their relationship was currently purely employer-employee. The teachers in the clan school all addressed Lin Feng as "Mr.", so they addressed him the same way, since a martial arts teacher is still a teacher.

"I wouldn't dare. Young Master, you can just call me Master Lin." Master and Master, just one word difference, but the meaning is worlds apart.

Lin Feng felt that he received a decent monthly salary and there was no need to put on airs as a teacher. He was a rough man and did not deserve the title of "teacher".

"Alright, I'm very happy that Master Lin agreed to come to the prefectural city with me. You are a very capable person, and it is really a bit of a waste for you to come and teach a child like me."

However, I can tell you today that I didn't learn martial arts to become a mere show-off; I hope that one day I can have skills like yours!

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised to hear this. For a child who was not even five years old to say such a thing was astonishing. It wasn't that he had never met a child that age before. Which child was like this?

No, absolutely not!

Jiang Xiaoqi seemed to notice the surprise in the tall man's eyes and slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Hahahaha, good! Since the young master has such ambition, I, Lin Feng, will do my best to teach him! But martial arts training requires a gradual approach, and one must not be impatient for quick success."

For some reason, Lin Feng, who had originally just wanted to take care of the kids and live a carefree life, suddenly felt a surge of ambition. Maybe he, Lin Feng, could actually train a 'martial arts champion'!

Jiang Xiaoqi nodded solemnly, "I understand. I hope Master Lin will continue to take care of things for me in the future."

"Yes, young master, don't worry. We can start training first thing tomorrow morning."

"For the next two days, Master Lin will have to stay at the inn. Once I've finalized my plans for a house in the prefectural city, we'll move there together. Then we can start."

Lin Feng was stunned again. He had thought the Jiang family was just a local gentry and landlord family, but he never expected that they were just keeping a low profile and were even buying property in the prefectural city!

"Alright, I'll do as you say, young master. I'll wait for news at the inn."

"Here is ten taels of silver. Please make do with what you have at the inn or the nearby restaurants for the time being. We will hire a skilled cook after we move."

“Young master, you mustn’t do that. Back in Changshou County, Steward Wen already gave me an advance of one month’s salary, so I have some money on me.”

Before Lin Feng even finished a single day of duty, he had already pocketed a month's salary, which amounted to eight taels of silver—more than he earned from a single escort mission.

How could I possibly accept the young master's money, especially such a large sum as ten taels!

"Master Lin, take this. Uncle Datou will stay here for two more days to buy some things that Grandfather asked him to do. Your meals will be paid for here."

Hearing that the driver also had a share, Lin Feng stopped saying anything. After all, he had no right to stop someone from supporting their own driver.

He could just shamelessly freeload a few meals; at worst, he could sell his labor skills to the young master later.

After settling things in, Jiang Xiaoqi took Wenbin back to the Jiang residence. It was getting late, so they decided to ask Madam Jiang about the house the next day.

"Really? Smarter than Jiang Mingfei from Class B? I don't believe it!"

"I don't believe it either. What kind of fairy is she? Is she some kind of big radish in the field? You say your family has a fairy, and he says his family has a child prodigy, but it's all just hype!"

"Who knows? We'll find out when they get here and give it a try. Jiang Mingfei from Class B is only four years old, but he has a photographic memory. In another year or two, he might be our classmate!"

"Yes, yes, apart from that little monster, I haven't seen any other real child prodigies. When I went back to the family on vacation, my uncle said his son was smart, but he could only recite the Three Character Classic when he was three years old!"

A large portion of the students in Class A had already obtained the status of a child prodigy, and were all eleven or twelve years old. Who among them wasn't a prodigy?

Qiu Feng from Class A frowned. He was indifferent to transfer students and prodigies. No matter how talented someone is, it will be wasted if they don't work hard!

Song Jinyang glanced at Qiu Feng out of the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable, and he hadn't turned a single page of the Book of Poetry he was holding for a long time.

Genius, son of an official, son of a wealthy family, child prodigy—none of these things mattered to Song Jinyang.

After all, he came from a farming family and had some talent for studying, but it wasn't top-notch. If it weren't for his hard work, he wouldn't have caught Lord Jiang's eye.

With his family's wealth, if it weren't for Jiang Changqing's exemption from tuition fees for him to attend school, he would never have been able to study at the Jiang family school, which had renowned teachers, and even pass the preliminary examination.

He was grateful to Lord Jiang, but he would not remain subservient to others forever. One day, he would become the one who gave alms to others, so that others would be grateful to him.

And he would casually say something indifferent, like raising a group of students from impoverished families who couldn't even afford to eat, just like raising a lapdog.

In the future, he will make all these people work for him, loyal and devoted! He, Song Jinyang, will be the one to lead the dogs!

The book in his hand was gripped tighter and tighter, and his pale fingertips lost their color.