As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 122 My son has the potential to be the prime minister

"Boss has been away for almost half a year. He should have finished his exams by now, right? I wonder how he's doing?"

"It's not peaceful out there these days, be sure not to get into trouble with bandits."

Time passed quickly and snowflakes fell from the sky.

Qingchi County, Qingzhou,
A middle-aged woman looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with longing and a look of sadness on her face.

Beside her, a middle-aged man with a long beard and a well-proportioned figure was watering an old tree that looked quite old.

"Humph!"

"Who cares what he does? Doesn't he have plenty of abilities?"

He snorted coldly, his face looking somewhat indignant: "He runs quite fast! If he doesn't listen to me, I'd like to see if he can make a name for himself."

The woman glared at him, half helpless, half persuading him, "You... don't you know what his temper is like?"

"You've always been soft-hearted and never hard-hearted, yet you still insist on being stubborn with him."

"Besides, didn't he just listen to you and go for the scientific examination?"

Her son and stubborn husband went together, fighting openly and secretly every day, and she was helpless being caught in the middle.

Lao Ming was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Humph, what do you mean by arguing with him? How can I give in to my son?!"

"The boss is not wrong sometimes."

"Humph, his arguments are all twisted and sophistry! I don't know who he resembles, but he's so sharp-tongued."

The woman looked at her husband's stubborn expression, shook her head and smiled, "You always come to take care of his tree..."

The relationship between father and son is actually quite good, but they are just stubborn.

One wants to be in charge, the other doesn't want to be controlled.

Lao Ming curled his lips. "Hmph! He liked this tree, but he left without taking care of it. If he comes back one day and finds it dead, he'll blame it on me. You have to be a witness for me, so he doesn't have to smash my walnuts."

"The servants can also come and take care of it."

Lao Ming: “…”

There was silence for a while,

The man looked up at the sky and sighed softly, "With this kid not at home... I'm really feeling lonely..."

He muttered quietly, "He's been gone for half a year, and I don't even know if he's sent any news back."

The woman leaned against him, as if she had thought of something, and whispered, "The eldest is not young anymore. Regardless of whether he passes the imperial examination or not, isn't it time to arrange a marriage for him? When Qingyuan arrives, I'll go visit some of my daughters..."

“It’s snowing, it’s snowing~”

Boys and girls, about ten years old, carved out of powder, came running over, jumping.

"Dad, Mom, what are you doing?"

The woman picked up the little girl, pinched her cheeks, and said with a smile: "Your father misses your brother~"

"Nonsense! What would I want to do with that infuriating brat?!"

"Just do your homework and don't follow his lead."

The girl's eyes sparkled, and she seemed to be expecting something: "Brother? Mom, when will my brother come back?"

Suddenly, the boy tugged at the woman's clothes and pointed up in the air: "Mom, Dad, look...is that my brother's Fuyao?"

Following his gaze,
Snowflakes were flying, and elf-like white birds were dancing in the sky, landing on the old tree that the person who had left home loved most.

……

"My son won the first place in the imperial examination?"

"My son has become a high-ranking official?"

Snowflakes were falling, and a bird with a pure white body stood on the branch of an old tree, tilting its head as if curious.

Following its gaze, the middle-aged man's body was shaking constantly, with a strange hysterical smile on his face.

"Hahaha~ My Ming family has made great progress!"

"My son has become a high-ranking official~"

"I knew it, how could my Ming Dongting's offspring be bad!"

"I told you before, my son has the potential to be the Prime Minister of the Cabinet."

"Hahaha, with the blessing of our ancestors, our Ming family will also produce a high-ranking official~"

"Call Lao Bai... I want to host a party! I want to host a party!"

Wild laughter echoed throughout the Ming Mansion.

Joy rushed to his heart, and Ming Dongting could not control his emotions at all. He kept looking up and laughing wildly.

While laughing, he tapped the boy on the head and said, "Learn more from your brother!"

There was no trace of the cursing look he had just now.

boy:?
Ming's mother beside her couldn't help but have tears in her eyes when she heard this, and murmured with relief: "Okay... okay..."

A mother will naturally be proud of her son.

"My brother is a high-ranking official?"

"My brother has become a high-ranking official!"

"Oh~~~"

The little girl was running in the yard with her arms open and a beautiful smile on her face.

How can one not return to his hometown when he is rich and powerful?
Everyone outside the capital knows his reputation, so he has to let his parents know about it.

Mingchen didn't want to hide anything from his parents at home, so he picked out the bold and daring parts and sent back home everything he had done and earned in the capital.

The wanderer's letter returns home, and his cheerful laughter warms the falling snow.

……

That day, Wang Liu's identity was exposed, and the two of them talked over wine.

He never came back after that.

He had clearly said before that he wanted to curry favor with someone powerful, but now he doesn't even think about Mingchen helping him anymore.

Snow fell, white birds returned from afar, and the peach branches tied to my feet swayed in the wind.

"It's getting cold. Is my Fuyao freezing?"

Mingchen caught the bird accurately, wiped off the remaining snow on her body, touched her little head, and spoke gently.

"Hmm~" "Yes~ Sir~ Oh~"

“It’s so cold, so cold, so cold~”

"I can't take it anymore~ I'm freezing~"

Birds are monsters with extraordinary magical powers. They are immune to cold and heat. How could they be frozen by the wind and snow?

However, when she heard Mingchen's words, she lay limply in his palm, looking sick.

But her eyes rolled around, glint of cunning in her expression: "Sir, what compensation are you going to give me?"

Mingchen could naturally tell whether she was real or fake.

But he still went along with her and said with a smile: "Whatever Fuyao wants, I will give it to you."

"Really~"

"real!"

"Hehe~"

The bird revived on the spot and rubbed against Mingchen with affection in its eyes.

Mingchen lowered his eyes and asked again, "Are my father and mother all right?"

"It's okay, it's okay~ He said he was going to have a banquet!"

"How's the old one?"

The bird waved its claws at Mingchen. The peach blossoms on one branch still hadn't bloomed. "Grandpa Tree is alright, too. He even taught her a few things."

This peach blossom demon and the old tree in the house are both trees, so they are a perfect match.

So Mingchen asked Fuyao to take her back and let the old man take a look.

While replying to Mingchen's words, the bird took out a piece of letter and handed it to him.

Mingchen opened the letter and found a short sentence on it: "My child, you don't need to worry about your family. Just do what you want to do."

He looks very cool, but I don't know if he can really hold himself together.

It's obvious that Dad wrote this.

And it must be that his mother wanted to say something more, but was stopped by him.

Mingchen smiled and put the letter away.

……

Time passed quickly and another half a month passed.

The weather is getting colder, and the snowflakes have been accumulating for a long time, so they have been falling non-stop these days.

But today seemed a little different from the past. Red lanterns filled the streets. The snow had stopped falling, and the sun was shining brightly, a rare fine day.

People walking on the street were wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, but they had smiles on their faces and greeted everyone they met.

The new year has arrived, and Qianyuan’s Qingyuan Festival has arrived.

The most important festival of the year, Qingyuan Festival, is similar to the Spring Festival in Mingchen's previous life.

The people live without any big goals, they just want to survive and have some hope.

Festivals are not a burden, but a cultural tradition passed down from generation to generation and a beautiful expectation for the new year.

Even people in poor areas will clean their houses, cook good meals, and pray for a better life in the new year.

Not to mention this prosperous and bustling capital city.

There are even some performances on the street.

It is hard to tell that this country has just ended a war and is in trouble both internally and externally, and is in a precarious situation.

The capital's Mingfu,

The child's face was red from the cold. He rubbed the snow in his hands and piled it up bit by bit, making the snowman soldier in front of him more realistic and fuller. Finally, he inserted an old flag in its hand, and the sword tassel on the flag fluttered in the cold wind.

Old ghost:......

The mouse was dragged by the bird to do hard labor, and was rolling snowballs on the ground with all his might.

The birds grabbed the snowballs and flew freely in the sky.

"Hey, you black cat, watch out!"

Victory belongs to the Bird and Mouse Team!
The snowball drew a perfect arc in the air and hit the black cat basking in the sun on the eaves accurately.

The elegant cat shook its head and casually waved its front paws to scatter the snowball bombs thrown by the white bird.

Putting aside the turmoil in the country, this small family is still very harmonious.

In the house, white mist rose, dispelling some of the winter chill, and the two sat opposite each other.

"Hahaha, brother Chen, you always come up with some weird things."

Ling Yu looked at the boiling hot soup in the pot, the meat slices rolling in it, and the hot wind blew in his face.

This is hot pot, a special dish launched by Xiangmanlou in winter, which is very popular among people in Beijing.

Ling Yu knew it without having to guess. It must have been invented by the person in front of him.

Mingchen picked up the chopsticks and said with a smile: "Sister, try it. This is the latest version. Others can't eat it."

The chef of Xiangmanlou tried many versions on diners and conducted a lot of experiments before finally finalizing the seasoning ratio for the hot pot in front of Mingchen and Lingyu.

"Okay, okay~"

"Brother Chen, try the green plum wine I brought too!"

"Today we won't go home until we are drunk~"

Sister Dai did not disguise herself as a man, nor did she wear the beautiful outfit she wore on the day the results were announced.

She was only wearing a simple, tight black dress, dragging a jar of wine over, and looking at Mingchen with bright eyes: "Today we won't go home until we are drunk!"

Mingchen was the person she was closest to in this city, bar none. Naturally, she wanted to spend this Qingyuan Festival with Mingchen.

and……

I don’t know if it’s because of the heat from the hot pot or some other reason, but Sister Dai’s face is flushed.

After drinking a glass of wine, she seemed to remember something and said to Mingchen, "Brother Chen, I have received a transfer order. In half a month, I will lead my troops south to wipe out the rebels."

"Will you come with me then?"

(End of this chapter)