Only after the cabbages were packed into jars did the Huang family have some free time.

The dozen or so people gathered in the courtyard, making it a little crowded, but also very lively.

The next day!

Wang, Xie, and Jin used the newly bought fabric to make spring clothes, while Jiang Nuan held the "Thousand Character Classic" and taught the remaining children, both young and old, to recognize characters.

In front of the Huang brothers were large, flat sand tables, which they had made in the dark last night.

“The sun and moon wax and wane, the stars and constellations are arrayed.” Jiang Nuan read and wrote these eight characters, then taught him how to write them one by one, step by step.

Only after confirming that everyone could write the complete character did they sit down to drink tea and rest.

Teaching so many elementary school students, and without pinyin at all, is truly exhausting!

While eating dried fruit, he watched the group of people practicing calligraphy diligently with a smile in his eyes.

Looking at these children studying so earnestly and devoutly, Jiang Nuan felt that the hard work was worthwhile.

"The branches are still a bit lacking. It seems I need to buy some writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones." Thinking of this, Jiang Nuan felt a headache coming on.

That's a huge expense!

Excluding the young children Da Niu, Er Niu, Da Ya, and Er Ya, all ten children need to learn to read, which requires at least ten calligraphy brushes, five inkstones, and piles of straw paper.

"If all else fails, let's make our own paper!"

Otherwise, I really can't handle it, Jiang Nuan thought to herself.

While sighing, he kept stuffing food into his mouth, showing no signs of being saddened by the passing of winter or autumn.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking at the door.

"Who is it?" Jiang Nuan, the only one with nothing else to do, looked curiously into the door and went to open it.

Could it be Manager Jin delivering silver?

Thinking of this, she quickened her pace, her mood brightened, and her already rosy face flushed even more.

The door creaked open, and when I looked up, I saw an elderly woman with a full head of silver hair and a middle-aged man with a weathered face, smiling gently and brightly at me.

"Yaya, Mom made some white flour steamed buns and brought them to you." The old woman said, taking the cloth bag off the middle-aged man's back and carefully handing it to Jiang Nuan.

"Mother, little brother," Jiang Nuan covered her mouth in surprise, her face full of astonishment, "Why are you two here? Come in quickly."

Turning his head, he immediately ordered, "Eldest daughter-in-law, Grandma and Uncle are here. Pour two bowls of brown sugar water."

Jiang Nuan never expected that the original owner's biological mother would come knocking on her door.

She wasn't prepared at all, and her sudden appearance made her feel incredibly guilty!

Take a deep breath, cheer yourself up, put on a smile, and get closer to the old man.

Although I was nervous and guilty, surprisingly I didn't feel any resistance.

Even though she didn't lack love and was long past the age of needing a mother, seeing the deep, passionate, and pure love in the old woman's eyes still made her heart feel a little burned.

It's hot and cozy, making you feel both lost and dependent.

After Jiang Nuan finished speaking, she glanced at her mother casually, then immediately took her hand and helped the old woman into the yard.

Sensing Jiang Nuan's actions, the elderly woman with a full head of white hair didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth turned up, and her cloudy eyes shone brightly, showing great joy at her daughter's thoughtfulness.

"Mother, Grandma and Uncle are here?" Upon hearing Jiang Nuan's words, Xie Shi immediately put down what she was doing and ran over.

“Yes,” Jiang Nuan nodded with a light smile. “Jiaojiao, bring out the pastries and candied fruits from home and give my mother something sweet.”

“No need,” Grandma Jiang refused, squinting her eyes. “You’re not well, keep it for yourself. I don’t like these things.”

“That’s right,” Jiang Xu chimed in, “Big sister, you can eat these rare items yourself. Mother isn’t used to them.”