"It's Sun Wukong, not Journey to the West."

"Sun Wukong is the embodiment of Journey to the West, don't you agree, sister?"

Feng Mingshu affirmed the clever child and nodded, saying, "Journey to the West tells the story of Sun Wukong. If you'd like to hear it, come inside."

The children cheered and followed them inside, and Erniu followed too, filling the room to the brim.

The woman was a little embarrassed: "Look how dirty they are, they might make your house dirty."

“It’s alright, my family used to live in the village too, just like everyone else. Kids, take off your shoes, it’ll be warmer on the kang (heated brick bed),” Feng Mingshu said with a smile.

But they were all shy and refused to take off their shoes and get on the kang (heated brick bed). Feng Mingshu didn't force them. Instead, he brought them long benches, and they all squeezed together to sit down.

Just as Feng Mingshu resumed her lectures, her reputation for kindness and generosity spread throughout the village through Erniu's mother.

As a result, more and more children came to her house to listen to her stories.

Later, the young men and women also arrived.

...

maritime.

After a day of training, the trainees returned to their cabins to rest, and almost all of them were exhausted.

Zhou Jinshan was the one sitting down. He took out his notebook and a pen from his pocket to record the day's events and precautions at sea.

Lu Xiangqian chuckled and leaned closer, saying, "Old Zhou, you've become a cultured man too. It's all thanks to your wife's influence."

Zhou Jinshan ignored him, and Lu Xiangqian then set his sights on the pen in his hand: "Let me borrow your pen for a bit, so I can be influenced by it."

Zhou Jinshan glanced at him sideways: "Aren't you tired?"

Meeting his gaze, Lu Xiangqian suddenly felt a little uneasy: "Well, it's not that I'm not tired."

"Looks like you can still move. Come out, I'll personally give you some training."