The old lady of the Liu family fell silent.

Mr. Su handed the list of registered participants to Li Zheng, who glanced at it and nodded: "There aren't many people here right now, so these tables and chairs should be enough!"

Mr. Su said, "Actually, children are the hope for the future. Some people in the village are unwilling to send their children to school, and this idea is wrong."

Li Zheng breathed a sigh of relief: "I know, but these people's ideas are deeply ingrained, and we can't change them in a short time. Let's see if things can be improved when things get a little better in the future."

After returning from school, Liang Shuyan was only thinking about one question: Why did people in ancient times value boys so much that they didn't allow girls to go to school?

She must take the lead in changing this situation, so that Niu Niu, Chun Yan, and Ru Yan can first study hard and become successful. Once the villagers see this, they will naturally make changes.

Ruyan lowered her head and said with a blush, "Auntie, Ruyan has made you spend money again!"

Liang Shuyan looked up at Ruyan, patted Ruyan's head and said, "What are you saying, child? You're at my house, so I should take care of you. Just now, because of Chunyan's matter, I almost neglected you. Don't take it to heart."

"Auntie, no, my mother and I didn't do anything when we came to your house. We just ate and stayed for free, so how could we dare to complain to you?"

"Alright, Ruyan, don't say these things anymore. From now on, you and Chunyan will learn from each other. Tonight, your aunt will make a schoolbag for each of you, and you can go to school together. Although you are older, you can still learn a little bit. It will be good if you can do business and do accounting in the future."

Ruyan nodded, politely closed the door, and left.

Liu glanced at Beibei, patted Beibei's head and said, "Our Beibei is still young. She can go to school when she's a little older."

Jin Erniu lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and glanced at Liu Shi: "Give the master a foot massage!"

Liu greeted him with a smile, immediately ripped off Jin Erniu's smelly socks, and began to rub them, saying as she did so, "Erniu, thanks to you today, otherwise, Ruyan would probably have trouble getting to school."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense, make tea for the master!"

When Beibei saw this, she lay down to the side and stretched out her feet, making a loud bang on the wooden bed: "Come on, massage Master's feet!"

Beibei's action startled Jin Erniu so much that he jumped out of bed and glared at him, asking, "You brat, you don't learn anything good, only this useless stuff, what 'master' nonsense, get up!"

Madam Liu stepped forward and hugged Beibei tightly: "You, you mustn't frighten the child. Luckily, I'm not here. If I were, you would be in trouble again."

Jin Erniu had originally intended to enjoy the special treatment Liu Shi was giving him, but Bei Bei had ruined it for him. Frustrated, he made himself a cup of tea. Their family's tea was made by Liang Shuyan herself, who picked wild peppers from the mountain. Every time he took a sip, he felt very refreshed.

The old lady lifted Erniu's curtain and asked, "Erniu, pack your things and come with Grandma to town!"

Erniu agreed, changed his coat, and went out with his grandmother.

Sitting in her own donkey cart, the old lady took out all her embroidery work and put it in her basket.

Liang Shuyan thought she didn't have anything else to do, so she followed along: "Mother, I'll go too. I'll also see if there's any suitable business I can do. If the jelly business doesn't work out, we'll have to find other ways to do business."

"All right!"

Li Lanfang, dressed in a dark blue top, sat on the donkey cart and said, "Alright, second grandson, let's go."

A gentle breeze blew by, and Liang Shuyan enjoyed the feeling. She glanced at the old woman and said, "Mother, didn't I tell you not to work too hard? Why did you suddenly do so much embroidery?"

"Who said I did it? It was all done by the village women. If we get paid this time, it will be distributed among the village women."

Liang Shuyan knew that the old lady was working so hard on these embroidery jobs in order to help her. Although the cold noodles business was unique, the old lady felt sorry for her because of the current shortage of raw materials.

“Mom, I know you mean well and don’t want me to work too hard. The current situation is caused by the lack of potatoes. It will be better next year. At that time, I plan to open a starch workshop and then we can produce some vermicelli. Maybe we can have a good market.”

The old lady loved eating vermicelli in her past life. Upon hearing that Liang Shuyan was going to make vermicelli, she happily exclaimed, "Great! Vermicelli is delicious. As long as we can find a market for it, we can just sit back and count our money!"

Erniu listened intently to Liang Shuyan and the old lady's conversation. When he heard the words "vermicelli," he exclaimed, "Mom, what is vermicelli? I've never heard of it before. Is it tasty? What does it look like?"

Li Lanfang was silent for a moment, then said, "You don't know yet, but you'll know what vermicelli looks like next year."

The three of them chatted amongst themselves and soon arrived in town. The martial arts school was on West Street. They drove their donkey cart to a small courtyard on West Street. It had vermilion walls, a wooden door, and two guards standing at the door.

Seeing someone walking towards the martial arts school, they went up to greet them and asked, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

The old lady was about to say something when Liang Shuyan stepped forward and said calmly, "What's wrong? Isn't your martial arts school recruiting? I brought my son in to register. What's wrong? You won't let him in?"

Upon hearing Liang Shuyan's words, the guard nodded awkwardly: "Then, to register, just walk straight ahead to your right until you see a long table there. Just register with the manager."

Erniu laughed heartily: "Mother is really amazing. She shut the guards up with just one sentence, saving them from questioning us."

When the curator heard that someone had come in, he came out wearing a blue robe. He smiled and said to the old lady, "You, you must be Grandma Jin. Oh my, I didn't expect you to come today. Please come in."

The man looked to be in his fifties, and the old woman looked at him with great respect.

"Are you the curator? What's your surname?"

"Oh, my surname is Gu, you can just call me Lao Gu!"

Entering the room on the right, you can immediately see the painting on the wall. In front of the painting is a table with an incense burner and some fruit or other items.

On the left is a large kang (heated brick bed), covered with a blue kang cloth, and it is very neatly arranged.

"Please sit down, Grandma Jin! I'll go and fetch you the old general's letters from his lifetime!"

"letter?"