Su Nuan brought the newspaper back to Happy Book House. Seeing that it was Ma Dongying's turn to be on duty today, she handed the newspaper over to her and said, "Xiao Qiu's composition has been published."

Ma Dongying originally wanted to ask Su Nuan today when her son’s composition was published, as she was worried about missing it.

There is no newsstand in the family compound, and we can't ask her to run to the commune every day, right?

She didn't expect Su Nuan to buy it back. "Comrade Su, can you sell this newspaper to me?"

She wanted to collect it.

"You can't take it back until everyone has finished looking at it."

"I won't take the money. Consider it a gift to you."

The latest newspapers are generally only borrowed for about a week. Ma Dongying asked, "If no one borrows them after a week, should I take them away?"

"Okay." Su Nuan said readily.

Ma Dongying couldn't put it down and read her son's composition over and over again. How could someone who came to borrow the book ignore her performance? He immediately came up and said, "Xiao Ma, is your son Xiaoqiu's composition published here?"

Ma Dongying pointed to a spot in the newspaper and said, "This essay was written by Xiaoqiu."

"Let me see."

Ma Dongying handed the newspaper over carefully, and the man couldn't help but smile when he saw it, "Don't worry, I cherish public property very much."

The other person stood there and read through Mo Shiqiu's essay. He secretly compared it with his own essay in his mind before returning it to Ma Dongying. "Did Teacher Su help Xiaoqiu revise his essay?"

Ma Dongying couldn't help but smile when she thought of this, "No, as soon as Teacher Su saw the article, she said that Xiaoqiu's writing style was becoming more and more sophisticated, and she helped submit the article to the publishing house without changing a single word."

Su Nuan also asked Mo Shiqiu to try writing a novel, but Ma Dongying did not tell anyone about this.

She didn't want anyone to know Xiaoqiu's plan until it was accomplished.

In just half a day, many people in the family compound had read Mo Shiqiu's newly published essay.

Someone sincerely praised, "If my kid could be half as good as Xiaoqiu, I wouldn't have to watch him study every day."

"Who says it's not true? Xiaoqiu is not only good at writing, but also well-behaved and sensible. The Mo family's ancestors must be so happy that a rough man and a primary school graduate can actually have such an outstanding son."

Some people were jealous and said something even more sarcastic, "If you ask me, it must be that Teacher Su is biased. If she could treat everyone equally, there wouldn't be only one Mo Shiqiu in the class for so long."

"I think my son's writing is no worse than Mo Shiqiu's. Why didn't Teacher Su help him submit his work?"

Jiang Wan was listening nearby and sneered, "Your son is so capable, you could have helped him submit the work yourself."

"We'll talk about it after the submission is successful."

The military wife who was speaking knew that Jiang Wan and Su Nuan had a good relationship, and she also knew that there was no need to offend Su Nuan, so she kept silent.

Government primary school.

Ying Nianci, Mo Shiqiu's homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher, read Mo Shiqiu's composition in front of the whole class, and at the end she did not forget to praise him: "Student Mo has made great progress. Students should take him as an example. Even if we can't submit our work, at least we should write a coherent composition, right?"

The writing skills of students in the class vary greatly, and the main point is that parents often question her bias, which makes her very distressed.

She was a teacher and had moved out of the family compound a long time ago, so it was not convenient for her to attend Su Nuan's composition class, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious about what Su Nuan's composition class was about.

Sometimes she even doubted that her writing skills were not as good as Mo Shiqiu's.

A childish voice interrupted Ying Nianci's thoughts, "Teacher, Mo Shiqiu's composition was written by Teacher Su."

The person who spoke was Qian Zhihua, who heard it from his grandmother, Old Lady Xu.

Everyone looked at Mo Shiqiu in unison, with mockery, disbelief, and mostly sudden enlightenment in their eyes. No wonder they learned the same content but wrote such different articles.

In the past, Mo Shiqiu would immediately refute that he did not say that, but after being trained in writing by Su Nuan for a long time, his mentality had long changed. He was not panicked when things happened, and he was not in a hurry to refute when he was wronged. Teacher Su said that those who are innocent will be innocent, and if others wrongly accuse you, you should not prove yourself, but let the other party produce evidence to prove that what he said is the fact.

"Qian Zhihua, you said that Teacher Su helped me write the composition. Do you have any evidence?"

Ying Nianci followed up his words and asked, "That's right, do you have any evidence?"

Qian Zhihua should be justified, "My grandma said so, my grandma would not lie to me."

Ying Nianci certainly knew Old Lady Xu, who was comparable to her ex-mother-in-law. "Go back and ask your grandmother how she knew about this."

"Ask her to provide evidence, whether it's human or physical evidence. If she doesn't have any, then it means you and your grandmother deliberately defamed classmate Mo. Please apologize to classmate Mo."

After hearing what his teacher said, Qian Zhihua knew that he was in big trouble.

That night, the sound of both boys and girls being beaten with sticks could be heard from the Qian family. Old Mrs. Xu was watching from the side and felt so distressed. She was about to go over to stop the fight, but was stopped by her two granddaughters. “My mom said you can’t help.”

"Spoiling a child is like killing him."

Old Lady Xu vented her anger on her granddaughter Qian Zhiyin, "What do you know about this money-loser?"

Qian Zhiyin cursed back on the spot, "If I'm a money-loser, then so are you!"

"Our teacher Su said that girls are the future of mankind and women hold up half the sky. You are also a woman, so how can you belittle yourself?"