"Hmph, my old woman is willing to spend money to send these roughnecks to school, what do they dare to think?"

"Those who dare to be so ungrateful for their good fortune, I, this old woman, will beat them to death!"

Huang said domineeringly.

Zhao Qingyan observed three seconds of silence for the men in her family.

Looking up and seeing her father's incredulous expression, Zhao Qingyan couldn't help but laugh.

"Father, snap out of it. We'll have to wait a bit regarding whether you'll go to school."

Putting aside everything else, the tuition fees alone are quite substantial.

I reckon Grandpa will need to give you some basic education or deepen your learning further.

Once they actually get to the school, they'll probably only study for a symbolic period before taking the imperial examinations to become candidates for the lowest degree.

Zhao Qingyan was trying to comfort her father, but it was clearly not working.

"No, Mother, I'm already so old, if I go to school again, people will laugh at me to death."

Isn't it a little too embarrassing for a father to sit at the same table as his son?

Zhao Minggeng is making efforts to achieve this.

"What's there to be ashamed of? Paying to study is something many people dream of, why are you ashamed?"

Are you afraid that you won't do well in your studies and will be ashamed of not being as good as your own son?

Then let your dad give you some lessons at home first.

Also, if you really pass the preliminary examination and then pass the county-level examination,

Who would dare laugh at you then? They'd just say you're a late bloomer. That's settled then.

As domineering as Madam Huang is, once she speaks, no one has the right to say "no".

Zhao Qingyan quickly tried to smooth things over, not wanting her father to continue arguing about it.

"Grandma, Dad, we can't decide on the schooling until we've finished making our wine."

Dad, didn't you just say this raincoat was exquisite?

Let me tell you more about the material of this raincoat. It's made of plastic..."

After briefly explaining the raincoat, he told Zhao Minggeng to quickly put it on and go to the fields to irrigate.

"Grandma, we need to figure out how to make money."

Making wine is a must for our family; it's guaranteed to bring in money.

As for shoe workshops, we need to find rubber trees first, so that our shoes can have an advantage. That's still a long way off.

What else can we do?

Oh right, I mentioned before that I could make paper; I'll try that later.

However, even if we make that, it will only improve the quality of life for our family members at the moment.

For example, it can be used to make toilet paper. As for anything more sophisticated, I don't have that skill.

Everyone says food is the most important thing for people, so could you tell us if we could start by focusing on food?

Zhao Qingyan said to Madam Huang.

After hearing this, Huang nodded.

“My dear, I understand what you’re saying. When it comes to cooking, our family’s skills are just so-so, as you know, and they’re definitely not going to be delicious.”

Like the noodles your dad just ate, none of us would have made them if it weren't for you.

I pulled my grandma to sit down in a chair and looked at the rain outside.

Thinking back carefully to the original owner's memories of the food she ate, it really was quite monotonous.

"Grandma, don't worry about this. If the rain stops tomorrow, we can go to the town or the county. Going to the prefectural city is also an option."

Then we'll go to those taverns, restaurants, or food stalls to try their food.

We're figuring out what we should do.

The most important thing is to see what raw materials are available on the market.

As for recipes, your granddaughter has plenty of cookbooks, don't worry.

As Zhao Qingyan spoke, she didn't forget to lift her little face, showing how proud she was.

The Huang family was extremely fond of it.

He held Zhao Qingyan in his arms, calling her his darling repeatedly. This made Zhao Qingyan's girlish heart flutter.

Thinking about the person who was responsible for enabling my soul to merge across time and space, I felt a bit uneasy.

"Grandma, I wonder how my mother, Madam Ma, is doing now."

Mrs. Huang touched her granddaughter's hair.

"Who knows? The fact that she was able to sell our village back then means she must have run into some refugees."

She's also good-looking, so it's hard to say for sure.

Just pretend she doesn't exist. Didn't you also lack a mother in your other world?

Zhao Qingyan nodded, looking slightly disappointed.

"Yeah, in that life I never knew what my biological mother looked like until I died."

However, I have seen photos of the father in that world, which can be understood as portraits.

Let me think... he does look quite like my dad, your son.

Mrs. Huang was very interested in the photos her granddaughter showed her.

"My dear, what are you talking about taking pictures? You mean portraits? Do you have any? If so, let Grandma see them."

Zhao Qingyan looked up at the window; it was still raining. Her cousins ​​definitely wouldn't come over to the main room.

So, he took out the laptop containing his father's will from the storage space.

Mrs. Huang held her breath as she watched her granddaughter take out that strange-looking, foldable little board.

I flipped the small panel open, gently pressed a spot, and half of it lit up.

Then, as her granddaughter's fingers clicked casually, a face suddenly appeared before her eyes.

Huang's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively jumped back.

Fortunately, it was a chair I was sitting on, otherwise I would have definitely fallen over.

Feeling lingering fear, Ms. Huang clutched her chest, trying to calm herself.

Zhao Qingyan noticed that something was wrong with her grandmother and quickly tried to comfort her.

"Grandma, don't be afraid. This is called a laptop. In my past life, it was a common electronic product."

In that world, portraits no longer needed to be drawn by hand.

Images are captured using electronic devices and then stored on computers, USB drives, or mobile phones.

These are things that can only be achieved when technology has developed to a certain level.

Our Divine Dragon Kingdom is no match. If I'm not mistaken, we're at least a thousand years behind.

Look, this is my dad. Doesn't he look a bit like him?

I even wonder if my biological father in my past life was the reincarnation of my father.

Mrs. Huang looked at the photo carefully, examining it from all angles.

"My dear, it's really hard to say. Look at her, she just looks a little older than your father, but otherwise she seems to be no different."

"Your surname was also Zhao in your past life, right?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded, "Of course, and it's exactly the same as my current name. Grandma, aren't you afraid of me?"

Madam Huang tapped Zhao Qingyan's forehead.

"What are you afraid of? When you were born, the master said that your soul was incomplete."

You must be my granddaughter now, and you're complete now. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to the White Horse Temple to meet that master someday.

You've been through a near-death experience. When you were injured, outsiders only knew you were unconscious, but in reality, you had already died.

Your grandfather confirmed it; after you came back to life, your grandmother knew you were different.

Zhao Qingyan didn't know what to say, so she rested her head on her grandmother's shoulder.

"Grandma, it's so good to have you. I love you."

"You, now that your soul is whole, your words are truly sweet."

You used to be clever, but you didn't talk much. It was rare to get you to say anything.