"Xiao Tong is really good. Who taught him math?" The old lady said with a smile.

"Aunt Fang taught me. Aunt Fang also said that Xiao Tong will have a bright future and can become the top scholar in the imperial examination. However, we need to nurture her well now." Ye Qingqing expressed it in simple terms. The old lady had no idea what a mathematician did, but she knew what a top scholar in the imperial examination was.

Sure enough, upon hearing "top scholar," the old lady's eyes widened even more. "Your Aunt Fang said Xiaotong can be the top scholar?"

The old lady knew Lin Shufang; he was a schoolteacher. Although she disliked Lin Shufang's stubborn and unyielding nature, she was immediately excited to believe Lin Shufang's words.

If her grandson becomes the top scholar in the imperial examination, she might be able to become a noblewoman, just like in the plays!

"Yes, Aunt Fang said that Xiaotong is a once-in-a-century math genius, and that Xiaotong must have inherited her grandmother's math skills..."

The last sentence was added by Ye Qingqing herself to flatter the old lady, but it was still from the heart. The old lady's math skills were indeed impressive, especially considering she was an illiterate country woman. Ye Qingqing wondered how she managed to do it.

The old lady's triangular eyes narrowed with delight, her face full of wrinkles. "Your Aunt Fang is indeed worthy of being a teacher; she speaks with such eloquence."

Ye Qingqing said at the right moment, "Grandma, don't you think we should raise Xiaotong properly?"

"Of course we should nurture her, send Xiaotong to school, and let her study hard!" the old lady said with great certainty.

She had such a hard life before, yet she still managed to send all three of her sons to junior high school. Now that things are better, she can't let them fall behind. In this respect, the old lady was very farsighted.

Ye Qingqing was secretly pleased, but she sighed and said worriedly, "But Aunt Chen said that Xiaotong is stupid and it's useless for her to learn, so she won't let Dad pay for it."

"Bullshit, you slutty widow, you heartless slut... Your old man's brain has been bewitched by that slutty widow..." the old woman cursed.

Ye Lan, hiding in the corner on the second floor, was in pain all over her body. She had heard the whole conversation between Ye Qingqing and the old lady, and her face turned even paler with anger, her eyes flashing with malice.

Ye Qingqing lowered her head, no longer fanning the flames. The first time shouldn't be too intense; there's plenty of time later.

This time, she was determined to keep the old lady here forever.

Actually, she now realizes that as long as she goes along with the old lady's temperament, the old lady is not difficult to get along with. At worst, she will suffer a little grievance. As long as she can torment that family of three and protect Xiaotong, no matter how much grievance she suffers, it is worth it!

The old lady washed the rice and cooked it, then lit the small coal stove to stew the meat. The hardworking old lady also took Ye Tong's dirty clothes to the yard to wash. As for Ye Qingqing's—

"Her clothes are all rotten. What man would dare to marry a young woman who's this lazy?"

The old lady threw yesterday's dirty clothes on Ye Qingqing's head and cursed at her, but thankfully she didn't hit her with the feather duster.

"My mom has already found me a good man."

Ye Qingqing wrinkled her nose and pulled off the clothes that really smelled a bit sour. She just didn't have time. She was busy like a dog every day, how could she have time to wash clothes!

The old lady then realized that Ye Qingqing had a fiancé. She choked for a while, feeling embarrassed, and scolded even more fiercely, "If you've found someone, you should learn to do housework. You can't even wash clothes. You'll be dumped by your husband after you get married... Hurry up and wash the clothes. You're not allowed to eat until you've washed them!"

Ye Qingqing secretly rolled her eyes, barely suppressing her anger. Fine, she'd wash them; after all, they were just her own clothes, a few scrubs would do. But—

"Grandma, Ye Lan's clothes haven't been washed either."

Let's give that bitch another dose of poison.