The old lady touched the edge of the bowl, the temperature of the porridge dropped a lot, and said anxiously: "The little young master is only sixteen now, not too big and not too small, many families will find a maid after the brother reaches the age of fourteen, our little master may not understand the matter of men and women will be so resistant to marriage, old lady, why don't you carefully choose in the house tomorrow, choose a good one and send it to the little young master."

When the other party's words fell, Mrs. Song twisted the Buddha's hand for a moment, turned her head and said, "You're right, why did my wife forget about this? It must be that Brother Qing hasn't opened his mind yet, and he often mixes in a group of men, so he doesn't understand this, so I'll personally go and choose two maids for him tomorrow."

The old lady finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly handed over the porridge bowl: "Old lady, let's drink this lotus seed porridge while it's hot."

"Okay." Mrs. Song took it in a good mood and drank it seriously, but the smile on the corner of her mouth did not go down.

On the other side, Song Huaijin went back to the study after finishing his meal to discuss with his subordinates about pacifying the Nanban, and halfway through, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Song Huaijin frowned.

The little guy pushed the door in, bowed down and said, "Master, the eldest young master asks to see you."

Song Huaijin was not surprised at all, and glanced at the few people in front of him: "You guys go down first, and we'll discuss it later."

"Yes." Everyone walked out with their feet raised.

"Let him in." Song Huaijin glanced at the little guy.

"Yes." The little guy hurriedly bowed and retreated.

After a while, Song Jingyuan stepped steadily into the study, knelt down and said, "My son has seen my father."

"Well, get up."

Song Huaijin put down the thing in his hand and raised his eyelids slightly: "How have you been reading books recently?"

Song Jingyuan lowered his head and replied decently, "My son has recently followed Tang Fuzi to study, and plans to participate in the Autumn Wai next year."

At this point, Song Jingyuan raised his eyes and looked at Song Huaijin.

Song Huaijin nodded with satisfaction and took a sip of tea: "Now that you are a showman, after two years of study, it is reasonable to participate in the township examination next year, and prepare well after you go back, Master Tang is a great Confucian in the world, and you must not be anxious to study with him."

After a long list, Song Huaijin took another sip of tea.

"The son understands, and please reassure the father." Song Jingyuan said seriously.

Song Huaijin put down the teacup and seemed to speak casually: "How has Brother Qing'er been reading recently?"

"The second brother is very talented, but he is just greedy for fun, so he will be slow to slack off on books." Song Jingyuan lowered his eyes.

Song Huaijin glanced at the other party meaninglessly, and said for a while: "What happened in the house recently?"

Song Jingyuan didn't know why, frowned and thought for a while: "My father left Beijing for three months, everything is normal at home, except for the second brother who knocked his head this afternoon, but now his activities are as usual, and there is no problem in thinking about it."

"Hmm." Song Huaijin picked up the book on the table and continued, "You are brothers, if there is anything you don't understand, you as a brother should mention a few words. By the way, now that you are nineteen, in half a year, the wedding date is coming, and I will go south in a few days, and I don't know when I will return, and you still have to count on your grandmother for your family affairs, and you should prepare yourself."

"Yes, my son Xie Father cares." Song Jingyuan replied.

Song Huaijin nodded, didn't plan to say anything more, waved his hand, and let him go down.

"The son stepped back."

After speaking, Song Jingyuan raised his feet and walked out of the study.

After the people left, Song Huaijin turned a few pages of the book, summoned the little servant, inquired about the affairs of the house, and made sure that it was consistent with what Song Jingyuan said.