Patriarch, he doesn't want to take the imperial examinations

The woman's name is Zhu Zhenmei, and she is the daughter-in-law of the original owner's eldest son.Meng's family was in the food business, and the original owner's eldest son, Meng Qing, traveled all the year round. Zhu Zhenmei felt empty and lonely, and secretly hooked up with many men.

After dinner this morning, she had nothing to do and turned to Menghong's yard, and she was posing and seducing her with words, and she looked like a flirtatious woman.

However, Meng Hong didn't take the bait, and after scolding her, he drove her out of the courtyard.Zhu Zhenmei couldn't get angry, so she ran to Mengzhen at night, and the villain here first complained.

Unexpectedly, a single sentence would blow away one's true anger.In fact, it was no wonder that Meng Zhen was short of breath, the original owner had had an affair with Zhu Zhenmei before, and the two had dated countless times in private.

Meng Zhen looked at the narrow side above his head, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what the hell is this life, the original owner is too a jerk, and he is refreshing, but he needs to clean up the mess behind him.

At this moment, Meng Hong and Zhu Zhenmei were kneeling beside his bed, waiting for his words.Zhu Zhenmei cried and cried, yelling that Meng Zhen would make the decision for her, hung Meng Hong up and beat her violently, so as to vent her anger.

Meng Hong scolded her for spitting blood, being shameless, disobedient to women, having affairs with so many men in private, and putting on so many cuckolds for his brother.

Meng Zhen was upset in his heart, after the two of them made such a fuss, his head hurt even more, and he shouted: "Get out! I want to live for two more years, and I don't want to be killed by you."

The two immediately fell silent.

"Oops..." The voice that just fell sounded again, Zhu Zhenmei thumped the ground and cried, "Dalang, when will you come back, they bullied me, and no one at home cares about it, I can't live this day, woo... "

Meng Zhen felt so noisy that he threw off the quilt and couldn't bear it anymore: "If you don't go, I'll go!" Putting his clothes on his body, he slammed the door and left.

When he came to the study room, he sat on a futon and meditated without lighting the lamp, and his mind slowly became pure.

"Ah Qing!" When the gurgle in his stomach sounded for the third time, he called out the door.

The door opened quickly, but it wasn't Ah Qing who came in, but Meng Hong.

Meng Zhen glanced at him, without any displeasure on his face, and asked, "Why did you come in?"

Meng Hong held a bowl of noodles in his hand, put it on the table for him with a smile, and said, "Father, you are hungry, come and eat." He walked over to give him a hand, but Meng Zhen stood up by himself .

Meng Zhen opened the stool and sat down, picked up a chopstick noodle, said while eating: "There is nothing for you here, you go back to your room to rest."

Unmoved by his words, Meng Hong pulled a stool and sat opposite him, with his elbows resting on the table, with a smile on his brows and eye sockets: "Father, how is life in the academy? Are you used to it?"

The hand holding the chopsticks paused, Meng Zhen looked up at him.The original owner's son didn't like reading since he was a child, and he didn't stay at home all day long, so he didn't know what to do outside.

For this reason, the original owner kept talking to him, but people didn't take it seriously, so what to do, as time went on, the original owner gradually became indifferent to this son, not as caring as before, and let him mess around outside toss.

The original owner was indifferent to this son, and in turn, Meng Hong was not close to his father.Meng Zhen stirred a few noodles with chopsticks, and wondered in his heart, Meng Hong had a playful smile with him recently, and his emotions were too reversed, which was a bit abnormal.

Seeing his father staring at him for a while, Meng Hong asked: "Father, what's wrong, isn't it good?"

Meng Zhen blinked, lowered his head and continued to eat, and said after finishing eating: "You talk too much."

Meng Hong hurriedly took the bowl from him, put it into the food box, and said with a smile still: "Don't you want to get close to Dad? How can it be done without talking?"

He knew that his current father was no longer the original one, and he would not keep nagging in front of him, would not interfere in his private affairs, and would not force him to get married.

How could he avoid such a lovely father, but he had to rush to say a few more words, so as to see who this father is and where he came from.

It's just that things didn't work out as expected, his father didn't care about him, he ignored his flattery, passed him and walked out the door, "It's getting late, your father and I have to go to rest, there is morning class tomorrow."

How could Menghong let him go, so he quickly pulled him back, "Father, wait a minute, you can't rest right away after you are full, or you will easily accumulate food. Come on, sit here all the time, my son will show you something."

He helped his father to sit down again, and then took out a piece of paper from his arms, "Dad, please take a look, what is written on it?"

Meng Zhen took the paper from him, flattened it and looked at it, frowning slightly, speechless for a while.

Meng Hong then pushed him: "Father, you don't know what is written?" While carefully observing the expression on his father's face, seeing someone shaking his head with a suspicious look on his face, he didn't seem to be pretending, so he knew this Father's predecessor was not a modern person.

That is the ancient man, Meng Hong thought to himself, with a smile on his face, he took the paper from his father and stuffed it back into his arms.

"Where did your words come from?" Meng Zhen looked at him, his eyes full of doubts.

Meng Hong smiled and said: "A friend of mine gave it to me. I haven't read many books, so I don't know much about it, so I came here to ask you." After finishing speaking, he added, "Dad really doesn't know?"

Meng Zhen shook his head: "I haven't seen it, even if it's not in the book, or tomorrow I'll ask my master in school to see what he has to say."

Meng Hong hurriedly shied away: "No need, Dad, I just asked casually, and it's not an exam to make a fuss about, so why are you so serious."

In fact, it is no wonder that Meng Zhen was suspicious, because the paper Meng Hong gave him was written in simplified characters, and they were very different from traditional characters.

Meng Hong came from birth. In his last life, he was a modern person, and he knew all simplified characters. In this life, he went to a private school at the age of five, and he followed his husband to recognize a lot of traditional characters. He likes to study, but after six or seven years, he stopped going to school. He asked his elder brother to ask for some money to make a living outside.

The dynasty he lived in was a dynasty that did not exist in history. It was called the Jing Dynasty. The production level was not low, and it should be similar to that of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Thinking about some past events, he poured a glass of water and handed it to his father.Meng Zhen took it and took a few sips, then put down the cup and got up and said: "It's getting late, your father and I are going to rest, you should go back too."

Meng Hong said "Oh", and helped his father to walk out the door, while asking: "Father, about sister-in-law..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Zhen knew what he meant, turned his head to look at him, and said: "When your elder brother comes back to deal with it, you should stay away from her."

While Meng Hong nodded, the candle on the table flickered twice, the door of the study opened, and Meng Zhen returned to his room under the moonlight.