Chen Xian woke up and became a 35-year-old widower in ancient Qingxia Village. His son and daughter knelt on the ground calling him father. In his previous life, he was in his early twenties, a sol...
Chen Gui said calmly, “Brother Xian has decided that he will cover the tuition fees for all the children who have excellent grades at the school. As long as their grades are not particularly bad and they reach the passing score, he will give them a loan. They only need to pay off the loan in his workshop in three to five years, and there will be no interest.”
now.
The sounds from Qingxia Village seemed to come to an abrupt end.
Everyone stared blankly at the calm-faced, robust young man, Chen Xian, who was leaning against a tree trunk with his hands behind his back, not saying a word, as if he was thinking about something.
Mr. Zhou stared at the man in astonishment, as if he had heard something terrible.
After the rain, a cool summer breeze brushed against his temples.
It was cool, and the air carried a fresh, earthy, grassy scent.
He doesn't understand business matters.
However, he understood the phrase "simply pay off the loan".
This man said one thing—he would cover all the tuition fees for all the children who came to school.
It was a kind of shock that severely impacted one's values.
The tuition fees were certainly high, but even more so, how could this seemingly ordinary farmer possess such a broad-mindedness and magnanimity, caring for the world and others? After all, those villagers were not related to him at all.
That moment.
That figure was elevated to an unparalleled status in Mr. Zhou's mind.
This person is no ordinary farmer; he is almost a benevolent man.
Mr. Zhou's face flushed slightly. While he was still basking in the praise and flattery the villagers might give him, he felt smug. Meanwhile, the other man silently paid for all the children's tuition without saying a word, his expression indifferent, as if he had done something insignificant.
In comparison, it pales in comparison.
Chen Xian stepped out, his steps steady, and reprimanded.
"Some of you have really disappointed me!"
"What's wrong? You're still thinking that Mr. Zhou will teach your children to read for free? There's never been such a big deal in the world: you don't have to pay tuition for reading."
“I’m heartbroken! How can our villagers be so shameless? I’m poor, that’s my right, and you should help me. Why? Because you’re shameless enough, thick-skinned enough, and have big, dark faces that can spread out an oil pancake?”
These words made Zhang Daguang and the others blush.
Chen Gui looked at Chen Xian; this was the first time he had ever seen Chen Xian lose his temper in the village.
Weiwei sighed, thinking how considerate this child was, and quickly stopped Chen Xian.
A good man shouldn't let this incident ruin his reputation.
He got even angrier and questioned, "I don't want another Jia Pozi to appear in our village. I'm poor, but I'm right. You all have to help me, otherwise you're bad people, heartless. There's no such logic in the world!"
Let's draw some hatred towards Chen Xian.
Mr. Zhou trembled slightly, never expecting such words to come from a farmer.
To fight for one's own interests.
This person should be considered a close friend.
The pageboy standing beside him was completely numb.
He was prepared to face the villagers' potentially greedy, shameless, and despicable ugly faces.
But who knew that the farmer would deliver a terrible blow to him.
A profound shock to the soul.
They didn't even consider that their teacher could be exempted from tuition; I was just being petty and judging them by my own standards.
They paid for all their tuition themselves!
She should still do everything in her power to protect her husband's interests and ensure he doesn't suffer any losses.
There was also his initial wariness and slight disdain upon arriving in the village. Later, after eating the food they provided, which was delicious, he suddenly felt... how shameless he was. He was obliged to accept their hospitality, yet he remained secretly wary. He was truly a bad seed.
The already young boy's round, delicate face and fair neck instantly became flushed.
How embarrassing.
I was the most sinister and shameless of all the teenagers.
The cicadas' chirping gradually subsided, the azure sky began to clear, and birds hovered among the clouds.