The whole capital persuaded me to remarry

Chapter 147 How did the book spread out of the mansion
Zhen Baoshu secretly laughed.

"I know. I heard from my grandfather that at that time, Daddy, you hadn't won the first prize. You were just a seventh-rank official who was favored by the emperor under the shadow of your parents. Everyone looked down on you."

"After the marriage between you and mother was settled, many talented people who secretly liked mother quit, and they came to challenge you together."

"Before they came to the door, they all proudly called you an idiot who relied on your father's generation without talent and virtue. After they came to challenge you and were tortured by your literary talents, they scolded you as a widower and unworthy of marrying my mother... ..."

"My mother heard that you were insulted because she was challenged by others, and she wrote you poems to comfort you..."

Zhen Baoshu's eyes were full of envy as she spoke.

Although she and brother Yan are also very kind and beautiful than Jin Jian, but the relationship between father and mother back then is also enviable.

It's all because of love, so these two people have been married for so many years, they are almost old enough to hold grandchildren, and they are still so in love with each other that others envy them.

Zhen Sidao couldn't help but smile all over his face when he thought of what happened back then.

It is not easy for him to marry his beloved wife home!
It's not much easier than Yan Jiulan's today.

Back then, his father-in-law tested him a lot, and his brother-in-law also troubled him many times, but he finally solved it.

Just like Yan Jiulan today, no matter how many challenges he faces, he still insists that his old father-in-law relax and promise to marry Shu'er...

Alas, it's hard to be a son-in-law!
Zhen Sidao sighed, and then got back to the topic.

Pointing to the manuscript on the table, he asked Zhen Baoshu, "How did you get out all the things you wrote these years? It hasn't been discovered yet, so Yan Jiulan probably left you with the manpower?"

Zhen Baoshu said, "That's right, but it doesn't all depend on Brother Yan."

She sat down beside her father, and said mysteriously, "Dad, have you forgotten that I often give buns and steamed buns to those beggars in the backyard for porridge?"

Zhen Sidao was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Did you spread those things in steamed buns? Are those little beggars doing things for you?"

Zhen Baoshu nodded.

Zhen Sidao knocked on her forehead and laughed, "Ghost spirit, everyone in the capital knew that you had been living a life of a little beggar before you were brought back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, so ten years after you returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion If you give porridge and steamed buns to the little beggars every day, everyone understands you very well, no one finds it strange, and no one thinks that you will pass the news through those little beggars..."

He stretched out his hand and gestured, "Those little beggars are only so tall, and they are only five or six years old. They have been helping you for so many years and have not let the word out. You have bought their hearts very well!"

Zhen Baoshu smiled and said, "Well, Brother Yan and I met many little beggars when we were begging together, and later I was brought back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Brother Yan learned martial arts and art of war from his master. We lived a good life, so those beggar friends we knew before also came to the capital with us, and then attached to us, took the money we gave to help those homeless little beggars, and after a few years, we gradually became stable. gang..."

Of course, that gang of beggars can't be compared with the prestigious gang of beggars, but it is also quite large in the capital.

At least those beggar friends would be of great help to her every time she needed someone to take her writing to the bookstore.

(End of this chapter)