Shen Yourong shook his head and sighed: "It's hard to think about it. If it were me, even if I had my intelligence and talent, I would probably give up halfway while studying at Taixue."

Li Qingzhao said: "Girls like them can be given more choices. For example, if they are successfully promoted to the Imperial Academy, they can choose to drop out of school and marry someone at any time, and the imperial court will grant them a royal life."

"Okay." Zhu Guoxiang nodded.

Shen Yourong said, "I like that girl very much. My husband's sons are not of the right age, but there is a prince in the official family who is the same age as her. If she can really get into the imperial examination, and then observe her character, she may be accepted as the prince's concubine. .”

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Although my son's age is not appropriate, the age is appropriate for me to have a grandson. No, his son is also my grandson... I mean, my grandson who is not his son will always have to compete with him on this matter. A steal."

The older Zhu Guoxiang gets, the more he likes to argue with his son, especially playing tricks on the unfilial son over trivial matters.

Shen Yourong was beaming when she heard this, because she had a grandson of the right age, only one year younger than the prodigy girl from the Zhao family.

Zhu Guoxiang fell into deep thought.

I no longer thought about the child prodigy, but instead thought about the many female workers in Hangzhou.

The economic foundation determines social status. As the number of female workers increases, the atmosphere in Jiangnan will definitely change subtly.

What is about to emerge is real feminism, not some "childless cat lady."

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