They couldn't climb the ladder of a wealthy family, so they didn't hope for it either.
"..." After hearing his father say so much, explaining almost word by word, Tian Yaozong finally understood his father's painstaking efforts.
"Alright, anyway, things are like this, it's too late to regret now!"
Tian Yaozong understood, but still felt a bit reluctant, muttering these words.
Mr. Tian just felt a bit breathless; he was getting old, and his son wasn't very smart, he really didn't even dare to die.
Tian Yaozong, unaware of Mr. Tian's troubles, was stirred by words like "ability" and "ambition" from his father, and began gossiping with him.
"Dad, I seemed to see Han Sanlang from Hanjiaping when I went to the Yamen earlier!"
Tian Yaozong's eyes were filled with envy and jealousy, "He was wearing shiny armor, riding a tall horse, with a lot of personal soldiers behind him, it seemed he did well."
According to his mother Old Lady Han's side, Tian Yaozong was Han Sanlang's uncle.
