"In addition to the three years I spent in another place, I have lived in Yunnan Province for five years now."

"If Sister Chen doesn't understand anything, you can ask me. I've even learned some dialect from other people," Tan Xiaojuan said with a bright smile.

Chen Suwen was surprised, "You can actually speak the Yunnan dialect?"

Chen Suwen wasn't very good at languages; she was lucky to learn Cantonese, and she didn't learn any other dialects.

Of course, in this life she transmigrated into a person whose hometown was Hainan Island, so in addition to Cantonese, she also knew the Hainan Island dialect and ethnic dialects that the original owner originally knew.

She doesn't speak many foreign languages.

Chen Suwen hadn't expected Tan Xiaojuan to have such a strong talent for languages; in just five years, she had mastered the Yunnan dialect.

"Hehe, that's all I'm good at."

Tan Xiaojuan not only speaks the Yunnan dialect, but she also speaks the dialects of the ethnic minorities in Yunnan. When she goes out and interacts with locals, she is not afraid that she will not understand them.

“Let me tell you, my husband learned the dialect of Sichuan province and the neighboring Guangxi province as well.”

Chen Suwen gave Tan Xiaojuan a thumbs up, "Little sister, you're a genius! You've learned the local dialect in just a few years!"

She's not like that; she's only learned Cantonese haltingly and isn't fluent.

"Sister Chen, you flatter me too much." Tan Xiaojuan blushed slightly at the compliment, and although she was modest, her big smile showed that she was very pleased.

She came from a rural area and didn't have a proper job, so all she could do was housework and grow vegetables. Many people looked down on her.

This is the first time someone has praised her and called her a genius.

I'm so sorry.

"That's right. In just five years, you not only learned the Yunnan dialect but also the dialects of ethnic minorities. Isn't that genius?"

"Like me, it took me more than 20 years to learn a little Cantonese."

She had been married to Zhou Qingyun for so many years and lived in Guangdong Province for so many years before she learned a little Cantonese, and she wasn't even fluent.

The fact that Tan Xiaojuan was able to learn these languages ​​in just a few years proves that she is a genius, doesn't it?

“Sister, you’ve learned these dialects so quickly. Have you ever thought about learning a foreign language?” Chen Su asked her.

"Huh?" Tan Xiaojuan looked at Chen Suwen in confusion, "A foreign language?"

Chen Suwen nodded, "If you learn a foreign language like English, German, or Russian, it might be helpful in the future."

“There are a lot of foreign documents that need to be translated. Sister, have you been to school?” Chen Su asked her.

Tan Xiaojuan shook her head. "How could I possibly have been to school? I only learned to read in a literacy class. How can I compare to those intellectuals who have actually received an education?"

"Why can't we compare? Sister, you have a great talent for languages, you're a language genius."

"If you study characters diligently and then learn foreign languages, you might even become a translator."

"Let me tell you, doesn't Guangzhou host the Canton Fair?"

“Some foreign friends come to exchange ideas, and we really need translators.”

Chen Suwen encouraged Tan Xiaojuan to study, since she had such a strong talent for languages, she could learn foreign languages ​​in addition to local dialects.

With her talent, she should be able to master eight languages ​​with ease.