Rosie continued reading:

Once upon a time, Mencius' mother chose a good neighborhood; when her son neglected his studies, she cut the threads of her loom.

...

She blinked, then blinked again, and gradually forgot what was written next.

It seems I've truly become illiterate!

Seeing the book in Luo Xi's hand, Aunt Wei across from her was astonished: "My benefactor, you can read?"

These days, studying is difficult. It's not easy for men to study, let alone women.

Firstly, books are very expensive, costing anywhere from several hundred coins to several taels or even tens of taels, not to mention the cost of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

If it weren't for the strong support of the entire clan, their Wei Qing probably wouldn't have been able to study for more than a few years.

Moreover, according to the old clan chief, the better books are all held by powerful families, and it's not always possible to buy them. Only members of their own clan have the opportunity to see them.

Most importantly, there are very few teachers who are able and willing to teach and nurture students. Even among the few who are willing to take on disciples, the competition to become their apprentice is extremely fierce.

When they accompanied Wei Qing to study under Master Bo Chuan, there were hundreds of people who wanted to become his disciples, but only a few were ultimately accepted.

My benefactor, being a young woman, not only possesses martial arts skills but is also literate; she is truly remarkable.

Suddenly being looked at with respect and envy, Luo Xi was a little confused at first, but she soon understood.

This is not a modern world where everyone has access to books; literacy is a luxury for most people.

She glanced at the traditional Chinese characters that she recognized but didn't quite understand, and calmly said, "Yes, recognizing characters is quite simple."

Isn't it pretty simple?

Loxi and their grandchildren are very close; they've known each other for over ten or twenty years.

I believe that before long, through these grandchildren, she will be able to recognize all her ancestors.

"Really, really simple?" Aunt Wei's admiration deepened even more: "You're amazing, my benefactor!"

She wanted to learn it when she was young, but her family was poor and no one supported her as a girl. Later, when she had the opportunity, she learned to read with Zhouzhou. But those square characters looked simple, but the patterns were more complicated than flowers. She would learn them today and forget them completely tomorrow.

She had no choice but to give up.

At this moment, Wei Zhou, who had been listening obediently to their conversation, interjected, "Grandma, Zhouzhou can read too."

He raised his little hand and pointed to the name on the book: "This is the Three Character Classic. Daddy said it's specially for children's early education. Zhouzhou can recite it all now."

The chubby baby was incredibly proud.

For a child's... early education? Aunt Wei's gaze toward Luo Xi gradually became strange.

Rosie: "..."

She remained silent for a long time before calmly waving the book in her hand at Aunt Wei again: "I was bored on the bus ride, so I thought I'd take it out and teach this kid to pass the time."

"However, since he already knows it, then let it go." She slowly closed the book and put it in her bag.

"So that's how it is," Aunt Wei breathed a sigh of relief, her strange expression turning into gratitude: "Then you teach him, my benefactor. The more he practices, the better he'll remember."

As she spoke, she carried Wei Zhou to Luo Xi's side.

Loxi didn't agree immediately. Instead, she looked down at the chibi-style child and asked, "Do you want me to teach you?"

Wei Zhou was naturally delighted. He nodded his little head emphatically and said, "Father said that reviewing the old helps one understand the new, and Zhou Zhou wants to learn that."

Moreover, it was taught by my incredibly talented and benefactor sister! I'm so excited!

"Alright!" Luo Xi reluctantly agreed, "Then you recite it once first, and I'll check if it's correct?"

Without changing her expression, she took out the "Three Character Classic" from her bag, turned to the first page, took out a pencil, and gestured with her chin to indicate that he could begin.

Wei Zhou's face hardened: "At birth, people are inherently good. Their natures are similar, but their habits differ. If they are not taught, their nature will change. The way to teach is to focus on one thing. Mencius' mother chose her neighbors carefully. When her son did not study, she cut the threads of her loom. Dou Yanshan had a righteous method..."

The little baby shook his head and swayed his body. Although his voice still had a babyish quality, it was clear and rhythmic, pausing between each sentence.

"This kid is really good," Luo Xi couldn't help but smile, and quickly picked up a pen to write the pinyin.

She can't write simplified characters, lest people see them and think her handwriting is missing limbs.

"My benefactor sister, did I recite it correctly?" After reciting it, Wei Zhou's eyes sparkled, as if covered with a layer of little stars.

Waiting to be praised.

"Hmm, not bad." Luo Xi nodded: "However... there were a few places where the pronunciation was a little unclear."

She pointed to several places in the book where the children had memorized the text too quickly to mark.

"Why don't you recite it again?"

"Oh, is that so?" The child slumped over his shoulders, looking somewhat dejected.

"I understand, my benefactor sister. I will definitely try harder this time." The chubby little face was full of seriousness.

He leaned his little head closer, wanting to take a closer look, but saw some strange symbols written on it. Curious, he asked, "What is this?"

Looking into the child's clear, bright eyes, Luo Xi paused for a moment before saying, "I marked them so I could see where you were wrong in your recitation."

Ah! The child's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a blush, she said in a clear voice, "My benefactor sister, you are so kind!"

As expected of Zhouzhou's benefactor, she is so good to Zhouzhou.

I've never been this serious when my father was teaching me.

"Then, sister, I'll recite it a couple more times."

Rosie shrugged: "Fine, you carry it."

Anyway, she had already achieved her goal, so it didn't matter. Besides, the boy's voice was so sweet and childlike that it was quite soothing to listen to.

The child's smile grew even brighter: "Okay, benefactor sister."

Then, the sound of children reading aloud rang out again. After a while, Rose's casual annotations followed, and the small carriage was instantly transformed into a mobile elementary school.

"My lord, is our benefactor's interpretation correct?" Wei Gang asked Wei Qing in a low voice from outside the carriage.

“Excellent!” Wei Qing was also somewhat surprised.

He glanced in the direction of the carriage and said with a smile, "My benefactor's explanation is simpler and easier to understand, which is very suitable for a child like Zhouzhou."

Even adults who are very good at studying praised him, and Wei Gang was a little moved: "I never thought that my benefactor, a young lady, would not only be skilled in martial arts but also in literature."

He himself only studied hard so as not to hold the adults back, but he only half understood many things. He never expected that his benefactor would be able to teach others.

Wei Qing was not surprised at all: "Our benefactor is no ordinary person. It's not surprising that he can interpret the Three Character Classic."

He dared to say that his benefactor would have many more surprises in store for them.

Wei Gang was about to speak when he looked up and suddenly saw a group of masked men in black swinging over from the trees on both sides of the road.

Their figures were as light as falling leaves and as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded the convoy. Each of them held a cold weapon in their hand, which looked quite frightening.

At the very center of the road stood a man wearing a bronze mask, presumably their leader. He was tall and imposing, dressed in a black robe embroidered with a meticulously crafted ferocious beast. Although his face was obscured, he exuded a powerful sense of oppression.