Mu Chun did not want Xiachen to become an official in the future. He hoped that Xiachen would have the temperament of a scholar, not like a farmer. Mu Chun he was a doctor or a businessman, he supported him. He only hoped that he could read more words, read more books, and broaden his horizons. In an era where nothing was developed, he relied on reading.
"What about Leng Mo? "What do you want?" Mu Chun was glad that there were a few more rooms in the house that he had built, so he was able to create a room for Leng Mo.
Leng Mo scratched his head. No one had ever asked him what he wanted. "I...... I...... "I don' t know what I want either." He stammered, but his face turned red, somewhat shy.
Seeing him like this, Mu Chun naturally understood that his growth in an environment like a hidd
