While Cui'er's mother was making plans for Cui'er, lights were also lit in the courtyard of the Mu family in the village.

Mu Zichuan was sitting at the desk, reading and writing there, with a tall stack of official documents in his hand.

On this trip back from the capital, he brought three carriages.

A carriage covered with quilts was specially used for my wife to rest, and a carriage was used to load the clothes, shoes and socks for the two of them, as well as New Year gifts for relatives back home.

He was riding in the last carriage, and there were three boxes of books and related official documents and information in the carriage.

Many of the official documents and information were about Huguang County. Before returning home for the New Year, Mr. Zhang, one of the three great bachelors in the cabinet of his mentor, called him to the study, closed the door and revealed some things to him privately.

That is, after the New Year, the Qi Emperor issued an imperial edict and ordered Mu Zichuan to be the magistrate of Huguang County, and he would take office after the tenth day of the lunar month.

The mentor said that the emperor deliberately cultivated him and asked him to start from the bottom.

Mu Zichuan himself also cherished this hard-won opportunity. Although the county magistrate was a ninth-grade sesame official, he was the parent official closest to the people.

Making achievements at the local level will be a real achievement and win a strong competitive bargaining chip for future career promotion.

If you go directly to the court, or stay in the capital to find a job through the relationship between your mentor, most of your energy will be consumed by the overt and covert fights.

There are noble people everywhere in the capital, and it is hard to offend anyone. They form their own camp and basically cannot achieve anything.

Therefore, when his mentor Mr. Zhang revealed the holy intention to himself in private, he and his mentor analyzed it for more than two hours in the study.

Finally, we reached a consensus that it would be pragmatic to go to the local level and start from a small county magistrate.

Therefore, on the way back, in the turbulent carriage, Mu Zichuan has been reading a book, almost compiling the county annals of Huguang County, some slightly influential things that have happened in Huguang County in the past ten years, business, farmland

, water conservancy, taxes, penalties, etc., are all firmly remembered in my mind.

Tonight, he had a banquet at Da'an's house. When he came home, he still read a book about the hour as usual. He only read half of it when the door opened and he saw his wife holding a small porcelain book.

The bowl entered the house.

"Mom, why haven't you rested this night?" Mu Zichuan quickly stood up and walked out from behind the desk.

Widow Liu looked at her son: "It's already so late. Let's drink some ginseng tea and go to bed early to rest. The ground is very cold. I'll read the book tomorrow during the day."

Muzichuan smiled and took the ginseng tea handed over by Widow Liu, and said: "Didn't I buy you two little maids to serve you? You can just let them do these things, why do you have to do it yourself?"

Widow Liu shook her head, "I can do this little thing without getting tired. It's just a farmer's habit. I'm not used to being served by others."

Especially when it comes to what her son eats, Widow Liu has to do it herself, otherwise she won't worry.

"Sit down and drink the ginseng tea." Widow Liu said again.

The elder gave the gift and did not dare to say goodbye. Mu Zichuan smiled and nodded, helping Widow Liu to sit down on a stool next to her, and he also sat down behind the desk again.

Seeing her son drinking ginseng tea, Widow Liu hesitated to speak.

When he finished drinking, Widow Liu spoke and sighed softly: "I think your third uncle and third aunt are lucky. Now Da'an has also got married. Although my daughter-in-law does not have the power of her mother's family to help Da'an, she is still a small one."

When a child grows up, he knows his roots and his roots."

"With such a knowledgeable person by his side, the old couple can rest assured no matter where Da'an goes," she said.

Muzichuan nodded, "Well, Xiaohua sisters are indeed good wives and do their duty honestly."

While observing her son's reaction, Widow Liu continued: "When a man marries a virtuous wife and builds a successful career outside, there is really no shortage of women around him to help him take care of his basic necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation."

"Mom is getting older year by year, and there are many things she cannot do as she wishes. Zichuan, how about I find an honest and virtuous woman near home to be your wife?"

Hearing this, Mu Zichuan's expression changed. He put the empty bowl back on the tray, took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

silence.

Silence again?

Widow Liu looked at her son's familiar silence, with thousands of words stuck in her throat.

It has been a long time since she first said she was looking for a wife for him, but he would find various reasons to refuse.

Afterwards, he simply became silent.

In silence, the marriage naturally disappeared and there was no news.

"Zichuan, it's not that my mother is forcing you. In fact, people around you of the same age are already married. Look at Tangyazi and Qing'er, their children are all in school."

"Now even Da'an, who is several years younger than you, is married. Zichuan, my mother is getting old and she won't be able to stay with you for a few more years."

"Mom only hopes that before she dies, she can see you get married, have a wife and children, and she will die in peace!"

Widow Liu burst into tears when she talked about the emotional part.

He sat there wiping away his tears, as if he wanted to have a long conversation.

Seeing his mother's lineup, Mu Zichuan knew that he was pretending to be stupid and was unable to survive today.

He stood up, came to Widow Liu, and knelt down with a bang.

"Mom, don't cry, it's all because the son is unfilial!" Mu Zichuan said.

Widow Liu looked at her son with his head hanging down in front of her, looking depressed, and her heart ached.

"Zichuan, there are three types of unfilial piety. The greatest is not having children. Since you have realized that you are unfilial, can't you make some amends? Be a filial person?" Widow Liu asked earnestly.

Mu Zichuan drooped his head and refused to answer these words.

Widow Liu continued: "Zichuan, please say something. Every time I talk to you about marriage, you act like this."

"You kid, are you going to scare your mother to death?" Widow Liu said, raising her hand,

Mu Zichuan thought she was going to beat him, but he heard a clear and loud slap in his ears.

"Snapped!"

Widow Liu slapped her face hard.

Mu Zichuan was stunned. When Widow Liu was about to hit her a second time, Mu Zichuan quickly stood up and grabbed the woman's hand.

"Mom, what are you doing? If you want to hit me, just hit me. It's my fault!" Mu Zichuan shouted anxiously.

Widow Liu cried and said: "If you don't teach your father how to live, your father passed away early. I was the father and mother who raised you up."

"It's my fault that you're like this now. I can't force you to get married. I can only beat myself. Even if I die, I won't have the shame to go see your father and the ancestors of the old Mu family..."

Widow Liu struggled to beat herself again, Mu Zichuan held her arms tightly in his arms and burst into tears.

"Mom, my son's fault has nothing to do with me. Please don't torture me like this. My son is heartbroken!"

Widow Liu was also silent, silent, her eyes were dull, her face was gray, and she turned her face away, unwilling to look at Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan was even more frightened and knelt down to the other side of Widow Liu: "Mom, please don't do this again. My son is really scared. He has been without a father since he was a child. He only depends on mother for life. Please take care of yourself."
Chapter completed!